Right after talking to Eowyn

[turgonthewise]

That went well. And it's not a date. It's a request so the king will not be unescorted. That's all. Because a date is cheating.

But I still feel wonderful.



Turgon: *heading to the palace, whistling happily*

Maglor: *spots him* Hello, Turukáno.

Turgon: 'lo. *no 'bloody Feanorians' tone right now* humans like wine, right? That's a good gift for them?

( Oh, I could be doing WORK. Like checking on the music for the festival )

A creature of whim

[second_time_around]

I haven't seen my sons in a bit. Probably best not to drop in on Turkafinwë, considering the rumors I've heard, but I'll see what the eldest two are up to.

Fëanor: *comes to visit his sons*
Maglor: *surprised; Fëanor, out of his workshop?* Hello, father.
Fëanor: Hello. Can I come in?
Maglor: Sure. *steps aside, holding the door*
Maedhros: *in the kitchen* Is that our father? Visting?!
Maglor: Surprising, isn't it? *goes into the kitchen*
Fëanor: *follows Maglor* Yes, yes, I am a hermit. Hello, Nelyafinwë.
Maedhros: Hello, atar. Would you care for coffee?
Fëanor: *considers* I do enjoy coffee. Theoden often brings it to me.
Maglor: Nelyo has a chic new coffee machine.
Maedhros: Yes, well. *doesn't want to speak of Theoden* Let me show you! *demonstrates*
Fëanor: *fascinated* How clever!
Maglor: He can make those cappucinos you like.
Maedhros: *proceeds to whip one up and presents it to Fëanor* Ta da!
Fëanor: *takes and sips* Very good!

( In which I am well fed, and bother my sons, like any good father should… )

That was an excellent dinner. Who knew Nelyafinwë was such a good cook? It reminds me of home, and of family times and my wife … but all that is over and behind us now. I have to get back to the tracking device for that devious cat, and I suppose I should plan to attend that spring festival...