In which I preside over the festival and then get soaked

[turgonthewise]

Turgon: *fumbling around his rooms trying to get his robes on* need... longer... arms!

Fingon: *pokes head in* Need some help there?

Turgon: yes. Please.

Fingon: *laughs and goes to free him from a tangle and sort them*

Turgon: these things are ridiculous. I lost my hooks for doing up the back and Gelgannel's gone off on some errand. *pitiful look at his brother*

Fingon: I cann get that sure. *laughs* They are a little...over the top

Turgon: A king must look ~majestic~. *picks up his crown*

Fingon: I suppose so, yes *grins* Still

Turgon: I saw an outfit I liked on one of the new arrivals, but I was told that it was not actually appropriate for a king. Something called 'biker leather'

Fingon: Biker leather? Oh I'm intrigued

Turgon: it had metal studs. I liked it

Fingon: Oh really? So like an armor?

Turgon: yes, but in clothing. And there were other embellishments. I couldn't read the language, however. Okay, is it done up in the back?

Fingon: Just about *finishes the last hook* There we are

Turgon: *turns around, arms out* Do I look like I'm welcoming winter or just floofy?

Fingon: *squints at him a bit* Hmm...more welcoming I THINK

Turgon: Good enough. *runs his fingers through his hair and sets his crown on* Time to preside. Is that what you're wearing?

Fingon: Most of it. Do you like it?

Turgon: we look increasingly out of place

Fingon: We do don't we? think they'll figure us out?

Turgon: possibly. Let's go preside, brother

Fingon: Sounds like a plan




I couldn't get down from that stage soon enough with the way the rain's coming down. At least the umbrella salesmen are doing swift business. *tugs robes around tighter and tries not to shiver*

I've still got business out here before I can go in where it's nice and warm. And the kingdom really doesn't need to see how the cold makes me feel so... out of sorts. Which is why I've been ignoring Gelgannel's attempts to bundle me up. Brave face and all that.

I don't know where Fingon's gone off to. I never did ask why he picked out that particular guard, either. I suppose I could go ask the guard...

*looks up, rain falling on his face* At least it's just rain and no thunder or lightning. Just wish it was with spring or summer, so it would be warm.