I can't believe he still hasn't warmed up to Idril2

[turgonthewise]

Gelgannel: *practicing his harp during his downtime in the office*

Ecthelion: *comes over with the day's reports* How is he, Gel?


Gelgannel: *puts his harp down* Pretty good mood right now. It's been a quiet day. Don't let him forget to ask if you want to play the flute for the festival.

Ecthelion: *nods* Okay. *worried about Turgon still being angry at him, but knocks*

Turgon: come in!

Ecthelion: *enters* Hi, just dropping off the reports.

Turgon: ...not going to lecture me for making a fool of myself at Celegorm?

Ecthelion: *shakes his head* I don't want to fight about Celegorm.

Turgon: what's in the reports?

Ecthelion: Two wargs in the sewers, but easily dispatched; new guard details for the farms outside the city; and the all guard details for the Winter Festival.

Turgon: *flips through it* Hm? Special guard requests from Fingon? *noticed the one about Theoden for directing people*

Ecthelion: *nods* I thought that was a good post for Theoden.

Turgon: I know I've heard that name recently. Strange for Fingon to be taking an interest like that

Ecthelion: Mmm, not sure what's up with that. *standing in front of Turgon's desk, a little awkward, but doesn't feel comfortable sitting*

Turgon: everything else seems to be in order. Has Fingon spoken to you about you playing music?

Ecthelion: *shakes his head* No...

Turgon: he told me he'd like you to play flute at some point.

Ecthelion: I will, if that's okay with you.

Turgon: yes, it's fine. You do have time off during the festival to enjoy yourself a little bit

Ecthelion: *nods* Thank you. I will, then.

Turgon: you know, perhaps with me?

Ecthelion: *glances at him, a bit surprised* Really?

Turgon: we usually spend the festivals together

Turgon: *frowns* Did you make plans with Celegorm?

Ecthelion: No! I just thought you were angry at me.

Turgon: some time in the House of Satari calmed me.

Ecthelion: *studies him* I won't be friends with him, if you can't handle it.

Turgon: I'm not a child. *hand tightens on his pencil* I can deal with you spending... time with one of the people I hate most.

Ecthelion: I don't think you're a child. I just... don't want to hurt you.

Turgon: I'll be fine. Just... spend the festival with me.

Ecthelion: I will. *will tell Celegorm about it when they go hunting*

Turgon: *little nod* good. Anything else on the table?

Ecthelion: I can't think of anything.

Ecthelion: Oh wait. I told you I've taken the detail off Ce - the Feanorians?

Turgon: *nod* We agreed on it together

Ecthelion: Okay, I just wanted to make sure.

Turgon: *tosses a scrap of food to Idril2* what are you doing tonight?

Ecthelion: *shudders; that thing is freaky* I don't have any plans.

Turgon: then let's do something

Ecthelion: *cautiously* Let's.

Turgon: *first genuine smile of the conversation* great

Ecthelion: What do you want to do?

Turgon: not sure. We'll figure it out once we're off work

Ecthelion: Okay, I'll come back when I'm done.

Turgon: great. Good. *planning Things*

Ecthelion: Later then.


So my plan is to get some sort of decent hood for some obscurity and go to one of my city's many fine drinking establishments with Lio and prove I can be fun like Celegorm, damnit.