Some more business.

[finrod]

Gwaedhon: *has just gotten the latest report from Ravion on the interviews with the families of the deceased and knocks on Lio's, now Finrod's, office door in response to his summons*

Finrod: Come in!

Gwaedhon: *steps inside* Lord Finrod. *bows* You summoned me?

Finrod: *nods* I just wanted some updates on your report. The dead aggressors are being looked at by healers, yes?

( Progress report. )

In which I... wrote a letter? Wait, no I didn't

[princetheoden]

Dagnir: *sits with a pencil in his mouth and tries to write a love poem from Theo to Nuala*

Dagnir: *but being a cat and Dagnir, it's unspeakably weird and filthy*

Dagnir: *and messily written*

Dagnir: *delivers to Nuala*

Nuala: *takes the note and looks at it*
( This goes really poorly for Nuala )

The one where Turgon looks for dog hair

[celegorm]

Turgon and his puppy showed up here. At least Huan had fun. I felt like I was being interviewed for a low-paying job. Whatever. I guess I passed the test because he finally left. And I'm getting a phone.

Turgon: *affixes a tiny collar and long thin leash to Idril3* Come on. I need to do this before the next crisis hits.
Idril3: *barkbarkbark run*
Turgon: *heads to Celegorm's home to give him strict Lio instructions*

Idril3: *happy puppy noises heard before Lio even knocks*

Celegorm: *opens door, folds arms over chest* I thought you'd be showing up here at some point.
Huan: *sniffs at Idril3 and wags tail*

( I guess you're coming in, so I might as well step aside. )

Longest day at work...

[finrod]

Turgon: *pays a visit to the guardhouse, listening to the sound of his guards doing... guard things, he'll have to ask Lio, and goes to let himself into Finrod's office to drop off his gift*

Finrod: *working on various things; fairly pleased with how things are coming along, all considered*

( But that's all about to change... )

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This is most disturbing. I must speak to this woman and the other guards. It's clear Theoden was not entirely forthcoming. I would hate to think that there are some in the guard who might not treat all citizens equitably.

And those reports from the healers and the artificers had better come soon.

(no subject)

[ecthelion_of_gondolin]

Turgon: *rests his chin on the edge of Lio's bed to watch him while he sleeps*
Ecthelion: *wakes up and yells, startled, trying to jump away; hurts when he does that* OH! OW! DAMN IT!
Turgon: gah! Be careful!
Ecthelion: Don't do that! *pants, touching his side gingerly*
Turgon: what? Watch you with love?
Ecthelion: Startle me!
Turgon: are you okay? *decides not to argue and checks on Lio* should I call a nurse?
Ecthelion: *relaxing against the pillows* I'm fine.

( Let's have a pleasant visit… )