gondolindrim | Arriving in Gondolin was not what he expected...

Turgon: *drags Lio out of bed to the market square and points at the pole* It's still there.

Ecthelion: Ugh, what is THAT?

Turgon: I think it came out of the sewers. *absolutely fascinated* Give me your sword?

Ecthelion: No. You'll break my sword. *yells to a passing guard* Get something to trap that with!

Turgon: I just want to poke it and see what happens.

Turgon: Oh, did your guards pass on that we have another Feanorian in the city and have for months? *casual voice*

Maglor: *is surprised to find himself in Gondolin -- not that he knows it's Gondolin yet; looks around, assuming he's dreaming*

Ecthelion: That seems both foolhardy and dangerous. *pauses* No. Because if they did, we would have told you. Are you trying to trick me?

Turgon: no. It's Caranthir, he's barely an adult. *reaches out to touch the shell*

Ecthelion: *slaps his hand* Don't DO that! *catches sight of Maglor out of the corner of his eye and turns to look at him*

Turgon: *rubbing his hand and doesn't notice Lio's inattention* It looks slow!

Ecthelion: *distracted* I said don't touch it. *staring at Maglor; pretty sure that's who it is*

Maglor: *can hear people speaking Sindarin, so it's definitely not Victoria*

Turgon: *sighs and gets up* so we toss it back in the lake?

Ecthelion: *low voice* Turu, there's another Feanorian here.

Turgon: No, no, I think it's some sort of crab.

Ecthelion: *put upon sigh* No, not that crab thing. *starts walking towards Maglor slowly*

Turgon: *looks up, then swears*

Ecthelion: *approaches him and speakes gently* Makalaurë?

Maglor: *"Makalaure"? turns; pauses* ...Ecthelion? Turukano! *well, this is a shock!*

Turgon: He looks *very* different.

Maglor: *thought he looked the same as ever; well, minus the clothes* Where are we?

Ecthelion: You're in Gondolin. It's a shock, I imagine. But people are just randomly showing up here. From all points in time.

Turgon: Where are you from? And when?

Maglor: Gondolin... *ponders this* I've come from a place you won't have heard of, if we're in Gondolin.

Turgon: you'd be surprised what I've heard of

Ecthelion: We've lots of people from the future here.

Maglor: Anglesea, Victoria?

Ecthelion: No, doesn't ring a bell. *studies him* Very far in the future, hmm?

Turgon: Okay, I just know about the human ruler.

Maglor: *nods* Human ruler? *curious*

Turgon: a bit of a human female Feanor, according to some future reports.

Turgon :At least in term of child production

Maglor: Ohh, I see. *thought he meant a human ruler that was here*

Turgon: *was making a genocide crack too, but has had a very long day*

Maglor: So...how am I here, then?

Ecthelion: Not sure. We have no idea why people are being pulled here.

Maglor: People like who?

Turgon: We've got sorcerors, scientists, and such working on the whys

Ecthelion: All kinds of people from all over time. Humans. Elves. Maybe some dwarves? Wargs, trolls.

Maglor: *musing* Well, wargs and trolls I could do without...

Turgon: we deal with them fast enough.

Ecthelion: *thinks he should maybe break it to him gently, but...* Also, some of your family.

Maglor: *was on the verge of asking; well, more telling them to tell him if any of his brothers were around* Yes? Which of them?

Turgon: *ticks off his fingers* Caranthir.

Turgon: Maedhros, Celegorm. Your father.

Turgon: That we've found so far.

Maglor: My father? *that is also a shock. more than the others*

Ecthelion: *nods* He seems sane, actually.

Turgon: Back from the Halls themselves.

Maglor: *shakes his head* That...huh. *lost for words is not something that often happens to him, but*

Ecthelion: So. How far in the future are you from? How old are you?

Maglor: *slight smile* Ancient. I've stopped counting. And I couldn't tell you the Age.

Turgon: Are you from an age with... *thinks of how to describe them* little devices?

Maglor: Little devices? Well, yes, but that hardly narrows it down, does it.

Turgon: No, I just like them. We've been retroengineering them

Ecthelion: I think they call them phones?

Turgon: No, there's other kinds.

Turgon: Like for, mathematics, and hitting people with lightning.

Maglor: Oh! Yes, I'm familiar. *interesting, this is probably the nicest Turukano has ever acted since arriving this side of the Helcaraxe*

Maglor: Calculators?

Turgon: Yes. That. *too tired to muster up energy to be angry at someone so far away from what happened*

Ecthelion: Hitting people with lightning? *trying to think* Oooh. The tazer things.

Turgon: I want one.

Maglor: ...How do you have these things? *certainly a dream*

Maglor: *wryly* I'm sure you do.

Turgon: People from the future appear with them and donate them to the house of artificers for study.

Maglor: Do the phones work then? *looks at Ecthelion*

Turgon: We've had successful tests. The whole system will go live soon. *points to the receivers that look like crosses on top of the buildings*

Ecthelion: We have people here who are trying to make them work. Your father seems interested. *to Turgon* No, you can't have a taser.

Turgon: How is that worse than me having a sword?

Ecthelion: I think it would be, yes.

Maglor: Interesting. Yes, he would be... Where is he?

Turgon: We'll discuss this later, Ecthelion. And he should be in his workshop. As far as I know, he rarely leaves.

Turgon: *doesn't want to see his uncle, so doesn't offer to lead Maglor to it*

Maglor: And where is that?

Maglor: And my brothers, where are they?

Ecthelion: I can write you directions.

Turgon: I'll set you up with housing.

Maglor: Thank you. That would be appreciated.

Coconut crab: *walks between them slowly*

Ecthelion: Although I just learned of Caranthir two minutes ago, so I am not sure where to find him.

Ecthelion: *jumps* Oh Eru, that thing is coming this way!

Turgon: Gyah! *gets behind Lio*

Coconut crab: *don't give a damn, just wants some food and heading towards a trashcan*

Maglor: That's no matter. *he'll learn from his father he assumes*

Maglor: *looks at the two of them, amused and mentally sighing; thinks Turukano was definitely better suited for life in Tirion*

Turgon: *backed away far enough* I know where he is. He's in one of the apartments, where he's been hiding himself. I'm not sure what he thought I'd do to him when I found out he lived here.

Maglor: Right. Well. If you don't mind *a courtesy only* I'm going to find my brother. *Maedhros that is. And have a lie down, has a growing headache*

Ecthelion: Well... *doesn't want to point out he was ready to have Celegorm killed; instead hands Maglor directions* Here you go.

Turgon: Come to my tower if you don't end up with a place to live by the end of it

Maglor: Thank you. *heads off*

Turgon: We're more impressive when we're not screaming.

Ecthelion: Sad but true.

Turgon: Think I'll be able to execute this one?

Ecthelion: Maglor?

Turgon: Yes. Or Celegorm, somehow.

Ecthelion: I thought we decided no executions unless they behaved badly.

Turgon: I'm still sticking to that!

Turgon: I just keep expecting one to slip up.

Ecthelion: Well, let's decide what to do when/if that happens. No planning executions.

Turgon: Fine. *watches the crab work on destroying a trash can and takes Lio's arm* Why can't I have a taser?

Ecthelion: I don't think it would be a good idea. But...

Turgon: I just think it could open a lot more negotiating tactics for me.

Ecthelion: Let's get you a sword.

Turgon: Fine, fine. Lio, why is my city filling up with them?

Ecthelion: Crabs? Or Feanorians?

Turgon: Feanorians. The crab is kind of cute.

Ecthelion: I've got no answers. Let's go find a sword for you. *leads him off*