In which Ecthelion hears some gossip, and shares some kisses

[ecthelion_of_gondolin]

Celegorm: *just back from a run with Huan. both are panting. Jogs into the back garden to cool off* That was a long one, eh buddy?

Huan: Woof! [yes!]

Ecthelion: *putting down a dish of food for the kittens; looks up and calls out* Hey! You want some water?

Celegorm: That would be great. *flops down on the grass, Huan next to him*

Ecthelion: *brings out a bowl of water for Huan and a glass for Celegorm* Here you go...

Celegorm: *grins up at Lio* Thanks.

Huan: *dives into the waterbowl and sloshes it all over*

Ecthelion: *gently pushes Celegorm's hair back from his forehead* You're welcome. Good run?

Celegorm: *downs his glass in one gulp* yeah...I may have worn out Huan. We really got after it. Running helps clear my mind, and I have a lot on it...

Huan: *lolls around in the grass*

Ecthelion: *sits down on the grass between them* What's up?

Celegorm: *frowns and gives Lio a serious look* You're not going to like this, and I don't like telling you, but you need to know how much of an idiot Turu is.

Ecthelion: *sighs* Uh oh. What has he done? *expecting to hear about an Idril Four. Or Five*

( Surprise! It's NOT a new pet! )

I still have to find out what Turu is up to...

I need to drink more but this is how I get into these problems

[turgonthewise]

Ecthelion: *comes to see Turgon*

Turgon: *practicing his speech to Maglor about how 'sometimes things are weird but maybe they should talk about the weird thing and not mention how Turgon keeps fleeing' on Gelgannel*

Gelgannel: *drinking his coffee and trying to sound Feanorian-ish* Rargh. Unrest. Silmarils.

Turgon: This isn't helpful

Gelgannel: Uh. What do you want? Me to grab and kiss you?

Turgon: I'd have to fire myself for harassment

Ecthelion: *overhears all this....what is going on?* Turu?

Turgon: --and get back to work!
( I chill eventually. )

This is so out of hand.

[finrod]

Gel: *drinking his coffee and trying to sound Feanorian-ish* Rargh. Unrest. Silmarils.

Finrod: *catches him at it and arches an eyebrow* Morning, Gel.

Gel: Turgon's making me do it.

Finrod: Why? And what exactly is "it"?

Gel: ( Be his cousin Maglor. )