Yay, a leg up from Feanor

[princetheoden]

Theoden: *sitting by the window with a book, so utterly bored*

Dagnir: *keeping him in place by napping on his lap*

Fëanor: *comes to visit*

Theoden: *can see him come from out the window* *calls out* Just come inside! It's not locked!


Fëanor: *enters warily*

Theoden: welcome... to my home. *trying to get Dagnir off him*

Dagnir: *cling*

Fëanor: Thanks, not a bad place at all. *coolly addresses the cat* Dagnir.

Dagnir: *pointedly* meow

Theoden: it's a bit messy, I haven't been able to clean as much...

Fëanor: *glances around* It's not bad. I'll help you tidy it if you'd like. *sits next to him and gives him a package; has brought cookies and a gift* For you.

Theoden: *digs into the cookies and looks at the package* pretty big. What is it?

Fëanor: It's for your leg.

Theoden: *pushes Dagnir successfully away, puts down the cookies and starts opening it*

Dagnir: *sits, eyes on Feanor!*

Theoden: oh! *pulls out the brace*

Fëanor: It'll help you walk better, and help strengthen your leg at the same time.

Theoden: does it go on over my pants or under?

Fëanor: Over, unless you have some bigger pants.

Theoden: help me put it on? *pulls himself up with his crutch*

Fëanor: Of course. *takes the brace and gets it on Theo easily; very high tech of course*

Theoden: *tries to put weight on it*

Fëanor: Careful. *holds him steady*

Theoden: *nuzzles Feanor's throat while they're close and re-balances*

Fëanor: *smiles and pets him* And here, this is how you turn it on.

Theoden: *pays attention!* oh. This does feel better!

Fëanor: It should help stimulate your muscles, and make up for what you're currently lacking.

Theoden: *kisses*

Fëanor: *kisses back; there is a laser option, but has disabled that for the time being*

Theoden: *has no idea what a laser is* ...well, now I can make you some tea

Fëanor: Well, I'll help you. I mean, you're still getting used to it.

Theoden: that works. *hobbles to the kitchen and starts grabbing what he needs* can you fill the kettle?

Fëanor: Certainly. *does so and presents to Theo; watches him move around with a critical eye*

Theoden: *is doing much better with the new brace and brews them both some black tea*

Theoden: *also tosses a cat treat to Dagnir*

Dagnir: *hops up to catch*

Fëanor: Does it feel all right? Not too tight? I can make adjustments if you need.

Theoden: it's good. You got my size right

Fëanor: *pleased he did that right* And it's comfortable?

Theoden: *nods* you did good, Feanor. *grins at him*

Fëanor: *smiles back at him* Now don't wear it too long at first. Take your time getting used to it.

Theoden: yes, sir

Fëanor: I don't want you to strain.

Theoden: I'm getting lonely, being all injured

Fëanor: Well, I'll come visit more.

Theoden: good. Very good.

Dagnir: >: O

Fëanor: And once you're more steady, you can come visit me. *in his fortress*

Theoden: I'd like that. I wanna see what you're working on

Fëanor: Well, mostly I've been working on that. *points to the brace*

Theoden: no more outfitting the whole guard?

Fëanor: I think they have everything they need.

Theoden: we could use more pens. *teasing*

Fëanor: I suppose I could handle that.

Theoden: Very kind. *kiss*


You know, I'm getting the impression my boyfriend and my cat don't get along.

But! This brace is great! Maybe now Boro will stop fussing so much. And I can get around better when Artamir finally visits.