whoosh whoosh

[turgonthewise]

Okay, this was a business meeting but the puppy needed entertained.



Turgon: *waves Idril3 in the air and pretends he's flying*

Luthien: *claps and makes whooshing noises*

Idril3: *not sure what's going on, but having a great time*

Turgon: what's that in the air? An eagle? A cloud? No! It's Idril3, the most amazing tiny dog of all!
( We got down to business eventually )

Not jealous

[gelgannel]

Gelgannel: *finishing up his paperwork for the day, sipping tea*

Idril: *not sure what to do with herself for the moment since Yaban is busy, and her uncles are taken care of for the moment, so goes to check on Turgon and Idril3, pausing at Gel's desk* Is he in?

Gelgannel: He's in a meeting with the lady Luthien at present, princess. *looks up, bit of his dredlocks falling over one eye*

Idril: a-ah... *finds the word hitched in her throat when she sees him again, feeling that rush again like the first time she saw him* ...will it be a long meeting?

Gelgannel: *nods* He told me to just leave when my time was up, I didn't have to come help him get ready.
( but I could entertain you I SUPPOSE )

(no subject)

[irisse]

Turgon: Idril, no matter what he says, do not punch Lio. His stitches might open

Idril: Why would I punch him!

Aredhel: *left Mae with a babysitter*

Turgon: why did you strangle that human?

Idril: Because he was rude and disrespectful

Turgon: *waves a hand, happy to tease his daughter, and leads them off to visit Lio*

Idril: Hmph!

Aredhel: *goes in first, knocking on the door and poking her head in* Are you awake, Lio?

( Aredhel, Idril, and Turgon all go to visit Lio while he works on his recovery )

That wasn't so bad! I do hope we didn't traumatize Lio too much. He looks a lot better than Turgon mentioned in the beginning, so I'm thankful. We'll just have to keep visiting until he's better. Maybe next time I'll bring Maeglin with me...

(no subject)

[idril]

Kitchen: *setting out scraps for a cat that's been pestering them since her arrival*

Idril: *comes down and sees that* What's that for?

Chef: Oh, a little creature that knows what it wants. It's hard to resist.

Calico cat: *strides up to where the bowl has been put down and sits down to eat delicately*

( Idril gets a cat! )

They tell me she's a "calico". I don't know what that means, but apparently it has to do with her coloring and shape. Whatever the case, she's a beauty and quite gentle! I hope she'll get along with Idril3.

Another thing to tick off the to-do list.

[finrod]

Finrod: *goes to Celegorm's house after finishing at the guardhouse for the evening, though not with enthusiasm*

Celegorm: *is a whirlwind of dustcloths and wood oil*

Finrod: *knocks*

Celegorm: *opens door, rag in hand, dustbunny on shoulder* What?

Finrod: *arches an eyebrow at the domestic picture before him* I have a favour to ask of you.

( Celegorm agrees to a manhunt. )

---

Well, Ecthelion should be pleased with how things are moving along while he recovers. I'll bring a summary of the reports to him and give him an update first thing in the morning. Just so long as he isn't inspired to attempt to work.

I've proven my worth.

[boromir_of_gondor]

Both Finrod and Ecthelion have noticed my hard work lately, and they rewarded me with a promotion. It's nice to be appreciated, and it takes some of the sting out of no longer being a Captain of Gondolin. One day, if I can't return home, I will be Captain of Gondor. In the meantime, I need to find Dred and celebrate!

Finrod: *calls Boromir into his office after reading the various reports*

Boromir: *straightens his collar and wonders what he's in for* Yes, sir?

( Here we go... )

The one where I chase elflings and dustbunnies round the sofa

[celegorm]

Aredhel and Maeglin showed up to help me clean. It's always good to see them.

Ar: *grabs Mae by the top of his head as he tries to run off again on their way to Celegorm's house* Mae, slow down!

Mae: *gigglesnicker and slows down, then tries darting ahead again*

Ar: *finally gets him to Celegorm's door and knocks*

Celegorm: *is busy furiously scrubbing the kitchen counters* Coming!! *answers door wearing rubber gloves and smelling of soap* Hi!!!

( Yes, the gloves are for cleaning, why do you ask? )