gondolindrim | Wasting your breath.

Maglor: *sends a note to Fëanor, to arrange to meet; at least he hopes*
Maglor: *not sure Feanor will agree*

Fëanor: *not sure either, after reading the note; asks one of his wolves* What do you think?

Wolf: *just gives him a baleful canine look*
Wolf: *chicken?*

Fëanor: *throws him some chicken while reading the note over and over*

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Fëanor: *decides to call Maglor*

Maglor: Hello?

Fëanor: Hello. *still not clear on phone etiquette*

Maglor: Atar?

Fëanor: Yes. You sent me a note.

Maglor: I did. And...are you willing to meet?

Fëanor: *still angry, but his curiosity wins out* I am.

Maglor: *good...* Where would be best for you?

Fëanor: *names a cafe*

Maglor: Yes, that's fine.

Fëanor: When?

Maglor: Tomorrow?

Fëanor: Yes. Very well. Lunch?

Maglor: *agrees* Lunch.

Fëanor: Fine. *still sounds grumpy*

Maglor: Thank you.

Fëanor: Yes. Well. You're welcome. *is suspicious that this is a trap of some sort*

Maglor: I'll see you tomorrow.

Fëanor: Till then.

Maglor: *hangs up*

Fëanor: *does as well; half-annoyed with himself for giving in*

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Maglor: *waiting for Feanor, with a strong drink*

Fëanor: *arrives silently*

Maglor: *sips his wine*

Fëanor: *slips into the chair opposite him*

Maglor: Hello, atar.

Fëanor: *warily* Hello.

Maglor: I'm glad you agreed to meet me.

Fëanor: *mildly* Really.

Maglor: Yes. *brilliant, Feanor is obviously still seething*

Fëanor: You wanted to see me? *hardly seething; just doesn't trust him or his motives*

Maglor: Yes... *takes a fortifying drink* I wanted to say...I was wrong in what I did.

Fëanor: *surprised, but doesn't really react, aside from arching an eyebrow* And what brought you to this realization?

Maglor: *always knew, so skips answering* And I'm sorry.

Fëanor: I see.

Maglor: *waits, watching him*

Fëanor: Why did you do that?

Maglor: *sets his glass down* Well. Because when I saw what you were researching, I felt it had to stop before you applied any of that theory to the practical.

Fëanor: I do not intend to destroy this world, Kanafinwë. You could have spoken to me with your concerns.

Maglor: I did not think you would listen. *you know, because you never did in the past*

Fëanor: *shrugs* Perhaps not.

Maglor: I should have at least spoken to you first. I'm sorry.

Fëanor: And keeping my silmaril hidden from me?

Maglor: I... *half shrug*

Fëanor: *nods, thinking about this*

Maglor: *nurses his drink*

Fëanor: Well. Thank you for the apology.

Maglor: *nods*

Fëanor: Do you intend to return the silmaril?

Maglor: *taken by surprise* If I had it... Yes. If I had it.

Fëanor: *nods again* Thank you for that as well.

Maglor: *twirls his glass, watching the liquid swirl* If you had both... what would you do?

Fëanor: *surprised by the question* With them? I hadn't intended to do anything with them, exactly. Just keep them. They're mine.

Maglor: *suppresses a shiver, glancing at him*

Fëanor: *shrugs*

Maglor: *holds his tongue on his theories*

Fëanor: Well, thank you again for the apology.

Maglor: *nods*

Fëanor: Take care, Kanafinwë. *stands and departs, as silently as he arrives; his wolves are waiting*

Well, that was futile.