gondolindrim | Should there be a law against Fëanorian gatherings?

I am excited about having my family over for dinner tonight. I just hope it doesn't end in tears, as family dinners so often did.

Maedhros: *all the rest of the meal is ready, putting steaks on to grill*
Caranthir: *brings wine* Hey!
Maedhros: *grins* Little brother! And you've brought exactly the right thing!
Celegorm: *tucks another bottle of wine under his arm and is holding an eggplant casserole* Hiya, Moryo. Maitimo.
Maglor: *comes out, glad he didn't have to do any cooking; it was his caveat* Hello!
Celegorm: *sets his stuff on the counter and goes to hug both brothers* Kana! *hugs him too*
Maglor: Tyelko! I was half expecting you to be...oh, I don't know. Twenty years old. *kidding*
Maedhros: *hugs all around* Welcome to you both *places the casserole on the table along with the rest of the meal* Now we're just waiting on Father...

Celegorm: *snorts* I feel 50 years older. You look well, Kana.
Maglor: Thank you. As do you. As ever.
Celegorm: *grins* Of course. I'm the handsome one. *punches his arm*
Maglor: Oh hardly! The vain one maybe.
Caranthir: *sits and watches then speak. They look older than he remembers*
Maedhros: *looking them all over, ever the protective older brother* You all look good. And I'm glad you're all here.
Celegorm: *opens the bottle he brought* Who wants some? Moryo, are you old enough to drink? grins
Maglor: I would, definitely.
Maedhros: *tending the steaks* Pour one for me.
Caranthir: *frowns, but is not really angry* I'm of age.
Celegorm: *pours up the wine* Just checking, little brother. Don't want Turgon to hate me more than he already does by serving the underaged brother.
Maglor: Oh, that's a bad thing? Whoops.
Celegorm: *laughs* It's amusing, actually. His face turns red, and last time I thought he was going to take a swing at me.
Caranthir: I've had stronger than this, and Turgon doesn't care.
Celegorm: *sips it* Not bad.
Fëanor: *comes to the door, carrying a box of what they bakery told him were cream cheese brownies; hopes that is an acceptable dessert*
Maglor: Perhaps it's Turgon you should be trying to get drunk. *takes a sip as well*
Maedhros: Father! Come in!
Celegorm: *grins* It's more fun to get his captain drunk.
Maglor: Oh? *arches an eyebrow*
Fëanor: *enters* Hello, boys.
Celegorm: *pours up another glass for Fëanor* Oh, yes. A LOT of fun. He's good with his tongue.
Caranthir: *now knows why Celegom has not been at home lately* Father!
Maglor: *coughs, laughing, then looks up *Father.
Celegorm: Father, good to see you! *hands him a glass of wine*
Maedhros: *takes the dessert from him* Help yourself to snacks... *has put out an assortment to go with the wine*
Fëanor: *takes the wine* Mmm, this is delicious.
Maedhros: Now, wait, why is Turukáno annoyed with you, Tyelko?
Celegorm: Because I slept with his captain.
Maglor: When is he not?
Celegorm: *grins*
Maedhros: Ai! You are so bad, Tyelko! *but amused*
Celegorm: Lio thought I was good, actually. *winks*
Fëanor: *lalala doesn't want to hear about his sons' sex lives; drinks his wine and looks around Maedhros' house*
Maglor: *amused grin into his wine glass*
Maedhros: That captain IS very handsome... *tends the steaks*
Celegorm: Moving on... *looks at Fëanor* Have you been keeping yourself busy in the forge?
Caranthir: Ecthelion? Really?
Fëanor: Hmm? Oh yes... All of your swords are done, and I'm making a few more....
Celegorm: *winks at Moryo* Yes. really.
Maglor: *oh good, was going to ask; re Ecthelion* I suppose he is handsome enough. If Tyelko likes him.
Caranthir: *face red, is a bit too young and can't control it yet*
Celegorm: I do...he's fun and we're both having a good time, so I'll see where it goes.
Maedhros: *amused at Caranthir's blushing* The steaks are ready, all go and sit, and I'll bring them in.
Celegorm: *amused* Oh, come now Moryo. You've done it before...right?
Caranthir: *freezes*
Maglor: Tyelko! *ok amused but!
Celegorm: *belly laugh* You haven't! Aya, you're so young!
Caranthir: You are wrong. I've had two lovers
Fëanor: *heads to the table, REALLY doesn't want to know; but oh, this wine is good*
Maedhros: Moryo! You have? *grins*
Celegorm: *grins* Any details?
Maglor: *now not sure which is more wrong! two lovers or none; still, it is funny*
Caranthir: Well.. *looks at his father, not about to tell about a threesome now*
Fëanor: Don't pester him for details! Come, let's eat!
Celegorm: *follows Caranthir's gaze and stops teasing* Right. Eating is good *takes a spot next to Fëanor* I need to see you about a new sword, anyway.
Fëanor: Already?
Celegorm: If one is good, two are better.
Maedhros: *starts passing around all the food*
Caranthir: *hope his own is ready*
Maglor: Does this mean you also have mine finished, Father?
Fëanor: Well, I've finished both yours and Moryo's, yes. *nods to Celegorm* And I'll make you a second.
Celegorm: *nods* I'll come over soon. We have a lot to discuss anyway. *gives him a knowing look*
Caranthir: *catches the look, but keeps his mouth shut*
Maglor: *arches an eyebrow at the looks*
Fëanor: *nods* Yes, we do.
Maedhros: *doesn't like those looks* What, exactly, will you be discussing?
Celegorm: *big sigh and leans forward* Whatever I say does not leave this room. Promise me.
Caranthir *nods, though he already knows*
Maglor: *not sure he likes where this is going already but* Cross my heart.
Celegorm: *eyes his brothers* I have a silmaril. It's buried under the kitchen floor.
Maglor: *jaw drops*
Maedhros: *nearly chokes on his food* WHAT.
Fëanor: *pleased* It's safe!
Celegorm: That redheaded sniveling weasel of a guard found it and I got it back before it could be turned in to Turgon.
Caranthir: I've seen him in the House of History
Maedhros: *oh that guard. HATES him. for reasons!* Where did he find it?
Maglor: *doesn't know this guard* Who is he?
Celegorm: In his garden. He had no clue what it was, so I took it back. It's ours anyway.
Fëanor: *nods* It was well done, Tyelko.
Celegorm: *basks in the praise* And the cellar is finished, so nobody can get to it now, but us.
Caranthir: A Human who's been studying books about Elves' anatomy. He wants either to destroy us, or... *shrugs*
Maglor: *this is getting weirder and weirder* Ah...
Celegorm: *cuts his eyes at Caranthir* Elvish anatomy??? *doesn't like where this is going*
Maedhros: *will KILL him*
Caranthir: Yes. I confronted him, but he said it was not on Turukáno's orders.
Celegorm: *looks at Fëanor* You haven't been hanging around him, have you?
Maglor: *takes a drink of wine*
Caranthir: *accusing look* But the Human has been at your forge
Fëanor: Is that... *thinks* Theoden? He's been friendly, yes.
Caranthir: He could poison you.
Celegorm: *pinches the bridge of his nose* Father...Ugh...I think the boy has a crush on you.
Maglor: Wait, what?
Caranthir: *nows hates Theo more*
Celegorm: When I took the silmaril, all he could talk about was how handsome Father was. It was unnerving.
Fëanor: *amused* He does?
Celegorm: *frowns* Unfortunately.
Maglor: *ok, actually, it is hilarious. disturbing, but hilarious*
Maedhros: This is rather disturbing.
Caranthir: I threatened him...
Fëanor: *to Caranthir* Don't worry, Moryo. He will not hurt me.
Celegorm: It's gross. Well, sorry Father, but it kind of is.
Maglor: Surely it's a preposterous idea.
Caranthir: How long do these Humans live?
Fëanor: He's been both kind and well-behaved around me. I am not worried. *pauses* Yet.
Celegorm: and he's human. HUMAN.
Maedhros: *looks at Maglor* You probably know more about humans than the rest of us, Kana.
Celegorm: *looks at Maglor* you do?
Caranthir: *looks at Maglor too*
Maglor: Um... technically probably. I suppose he could live to be 100? At most... *not entirely sure*
Caranthir: That's a short span of life
Celegorm: *wrinkles his nose* That's not much longer than a child would live.
Fëanor: ... you all are serious? About him having a crush on me?
Maglor: *shrugs*
Celegorm: Yes, I'm pretty sure, unless something has changed recently.
Caranthir: If you are sure he won't hurt you, then maybe that's what he wants. He seems fascinated with Elves...
Fëanor: Well. *interesting*
Maglor: *points out* We are rather charismatic.
Celegorm: *looks disgusted* No. Don't do it, Father.
Maedhros: *not sure which is worse, the human liking Fingon, or liking his father; takes another drink*
Caranthir: But he still has to obey Echelion's orders, who has to obey Turukáno's...
Celegorm: Lio told me that he won't be following me around anymore, spying...so there's that. But he's still gross and skinny and weaselly.
Fëanor: I'm not planning anything, Tyelko. *that is a lie, he's always planning things*
Celegorm: Good. *relieved*
Maedhros: Good to have a friend in the Guard, isn't it?
Maglor: *not terribly worried about the human; surely he has no chance with Fëanor; instead, still pondering the fact that there is a bloody silmaril under Celegorm's floor*
Fëanor: He doesn't really seem that gross. Or weaselly. *is just saying*
Celegorm: Or to be in good graces with their captain.
Caranthir: I don't think so. What right has that Human to be a guard? They were following some of us around, on Ecthelion's orders. *hates guards, so hates their captain too*
Celegorm: Well, and they know we have the Silmaril. They just don't know I have it or where it is.
Fëanor: Also, to be fair, we do ... hmm. Attract attention. *figures that's a nice way of saying they can be homicidal*
Caranthir: *bites his mouth before mentioning Nerdanel's red hair*
Celegorm: True. It's hard to go unnoticed. And, I think I should mention the fact that if one silmaril appeared, the others can too. We need to be vigilant.
Maedhros: Yes, enough about that guard. We have a SILMARIL? *still kind of stuck on that*
Caranthir: I did follow a brilliant light in that mine... I mean, before coming into the House of History. Might be there somewhere...
Maglor: A mine? Perhaps... *considering tone*
Celegorm: Remember, you promised not to let that leave this room, Maitimo. *eyes Caranthir* Hmmm...where is that mine?
Fëanor: I am hoping the others might appear. If not...
Maedhros: I'll not say anything. To anyone. No worries.
Caranthir: Not here, no. In Valinor, when I escaped Papa's forge I went into a mine, and then I was here.
Celegorm: *nods, then eyes his Father* Perhaps, what? *doesn't like that tone*
Caranthir: So maybe there is another silmaril there, in the House of History
Maglor: *echoes Celegorm* If not what?
Fëanor: If not, they still might be found. *on Morgoth; however not ready to propose attacking him yet*
Maglor: *really not liking where this is going*
Caranthir: *nods, hopes to leave the city*
Celegorm: *would prefer for them all to stay hidden* Or, they could just...not turn up. I don't want to go hunting for them,
Maglor: Nor I!
Celegorm: If they do turn up, we can hide them...but I'd rather them not.
Caranthir: But we cannot let others have them...
Maedhros: Well... I mean. There is only one place we know they are. And I personally would rather not go there.
Caranthir: *worried for Fëanor*
Celegorm: *rubs his forehead* Going there is out of the question.
Maglor: Entirely. Even if we could get in, I doubt we'd avail ourselves of anything other than to be killed.
Caranthir: *hopes so, but he promised to follow Fëanor if he did*
Fëanor: Yes. Yes, it is out of the question. *at the moment; has, however, been researching all this modern weaponry at the House of Artificers and the House of History, and is formulating a plan*
Celegorm: I've died once already. It wasn't fun.
Maglor: *glances at him*
Caranthir: I don't want to see any of you dead.
Maedhros: I'd rather like to keep off the mountain. *has been doing his research as well*
Celegorm: Me either. So, we'll just all stay here. No going hunting for jewels.
Maglor: *nods fervently*
Celegorm: And if one turns up, give it to me and I'll hide it in the cellar with the other one.
Fëanor: I agree. *for now*
Caranthir: Please, Father. I'll go if you go, but please don't.
Maglor: *for godsake, Cara do not say that*
Maedhros: But Moryo, perhaps look in the House of History.
Caranthir: I will. *hopes one of his brothers help him with it*
Fëanor: *looks at Caranthir, how young he looks; cannot bring himself to say anything about his plans now* I promise, we will not go hunting for any, unless we are sure we can retrieve them, without any problems. *does not want ANY of them killed or injured*
Maglor: *will help Caranthir, if he asks*
Celegorm: *looks relieved* Good.
Caranthir: *looks at Maglor, thinks he'll ask him later*
Celegorm: *looks at the wine, thinks he needs more*
Maedhros: *feels relieved as well* Good, I'm glad that's decided. *pours more wine for everyone*
Maglor: *wouldn't mind that either! drinks deeply*
Fëanor: *thinks he must bide his time. FOR NOW* It's a very good meal, Nelyo.
Caranthir: *drinks it all, hands shaking a bit*
Celegorm: *raises his glass* To family.
Maedhros: *echoes* To family.
Maglor: To family... *downs his glass*
Caranthir: *drinks a second one* To family.
Fëanor: *pleased smile at his sons*

Well, that was certainly ... informative. And mostly pleasant. Definitely one of our better family get-togethers!