This is what best friends are for!

[finrod]

This is not what I was expecting when I went to see Turgon this evening...

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Turgon: *mutters out the story to Finrod from under the blanket*

Finrod: *pats the blanket lump* Well, it's Celegorm.

Turgon: Death to Fëanorians.

Finrod: Did you really kiss Maglor?

Turgon: Mng. Yes.

Finrod: Why? When?!

Turgon: I was drunk! The other night. In the fountain pool.

( And it was nothing? I rather doubt it. )

In which Eowyn decides to be more social

[the_white_lady]

Eowyn: *spies Maglor at the market*
Maglor: *buying food ingredients for Maedhros rather than staff paper and ink for once*
Eowyn: *also shopping for food* Hello!
Maglor: Hello, Lady Eowyn.
Eowyn: *quick curtsy* Lord Maglor. How are you?
Maglor: I'm well, thank you. And yourself?
Eowyn: Very well. Just gathering some food for dinner. I heard you play at the summer festival.
Maglor: Did you enjoy it?
Eowyn: Very much! *kind of a thrilled tone* I had heard tales of your music, in my time. I never thought I'd have the chance to hear it.
Maglor: *smiles politely* I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Eowyn: It was lovely. Did you have fun at the festival, otherwise?
Maglor: *nods* Yes, it was very enjoyable!
Eowyn: The king really likes his festivals.
Maglor: *chuckles* That he does. I said something similar to him.
Eowyn: *smiles* They are such fun.
Maglor: *selects a few hot peppers* The committee does a nice job.
Eowyn: My daughter enjoyed the rides. *selecting some vegetables herself*
Maglor: That's good! Some of them looked a little dodgy to me.
Eowyn: They seemed quite safe.
Maglor: Good to know!
Eowyn: Next time, you must join us!
Maglor: *nods* If I am not performing, then perhaps I shall!
Eowyn: *grins at him* I will hold you to it.
Maglor: Fair enough.
Eowyn: *glances at his basket* Are you cooking a big meal?
Maglor: My brother is cooking. It will probably be big.
Eowyn: Looks like! Are you a cook as well?
Maglor: I can cook, but I'm hardly a cook.
Eowyn: I've learned. *smiles* Wasn't much of a cook when I was younger.
Maglor: No? Nor was I.
Eowyn: *impulsively* You should come to dinner one night.
Maglor: *taken aback* Well. I suppose I could...
Eowyn: *whoops, did not mean to offend* If you would like. It would be a pleasure to have you.
Maglor: *not offended, just surprised* Sure. *think a minute* Sometime next week?
Eowyn: Wednesday would be good...
Maglor: Okay. I will see you Wednesday, then.
Eowyn: *smiles* Wonderful.
Maglor: Until then. *waves and heads off*
Eowyn: *waves, and starts to think about a menu*


Melly will be horrified. I will have to prepare her.