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gondolindrim2013-01-08 11:30 pm
second_time_around) wrote in gondolindrim2013-01-08 11:30 pm
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Busy busy busy. Work work work. Plan plan plan. That's my day!
Theoden: *has an hour before his shift at the festival and decides to go visit Feanor's workshop*
Fëanor: *working on swords*
Theoden: *knock!*
Fëanor: Enter! *busy busy always getting interrupted*
Theoden: *comes in, cowl up and in nicely polished armour to put on a good show for the guard and not embarrass Fingon for helping him* Hello, sir
Fëanor: Oh. Theoden! *pleased he got the name right* Welcome.
Theoden: *bright smile at the recognition* Hey. I thought I'd come by before getting to work at the festival. *sits down* glad I'm working tonight, the part I wanted to do is tomorrow night when I'm off-shift. Are you attending?
Fëanor: *considering Theo in a different light after all his sons said about him* I hadn't decided...
Theoden: *slips his cowl down, hair catching the light of the forge* Well, tonight's good if you want to see the new people. I'm on traffic directing duty, though. Much better than dealing with drunks or fighting or being far away from everything on patrol
Fëanor: I do like a good festival! And yes, that does sound better.
Theoden: if I'm lucky, I'll be able to get some treats. Tomorrow's a big ball. I used to hate those sorts of things when I was younger, but it DOES sound fun. I've even got a mask. *sits, kicking his feet*
Fëanor: I shall need to get one too, then.
Theoden: what would you go as?
Theoden: or just a pretty mask?
Fëanor: *considers* Just a mask.
Theoden: nothing like a fire spirit?
Fëanor: *eyes him* I hadn't considered that, no.
Theoden: you just remind me of fire. With the forge and all. *smiles back*
Fëanor: Well, that's what my name means. In Quenya. Fëanaro - it's "Spirit of Fire".
Theoden: Aaand that would probably why I had it in mind. *rubs the bridge of his nose* My Quenya is terrible.
Fëanor: Humans speak Quenya?
Theoden: Humans with a father who wants them to be as educated as possible have received lessons in most languages, although not really very comprehensively.
Theoden: for instance, do not expect me to be able to talk to a Southron without whatever's going on here.
Fëanor: *wonders* What would be the point? As I understand it, in your time ELVES don't even speak Quenya.
Theoden: it's a 'classical education' thing. I'm not expected to speak it.
Fëanor: Interesting.
Theoden: I was terrible. I was much better in Sindarin and things like poetry.
Fëanor: Poetry, hmm?
Theoden: Mhm. So what are you working on?
Fëanor: Swords. For my sons, mostly.
Theoden: *gets up to look at them* Man, to be tall enough to be suited to one of these
Fëanor: *pleased* You like?
Theoden: mhm. May I touch one?
Fëanor: Yes.
Theoden: *picks one up, is too short for it but has some fun practicing with it*
Fëanor: *offers* I can make one for you as well.
Theoden: Hm. That... would be nice, actually. *grins* I had one at home, but it wasn't on me when I ended up here
Fëanor: *well, loves making swords* I don't mind.
Theoden: it was a nice sword. Two horses touching faces on the hilt. Do you like horses?
Fëanor: Mmm, yes, I do.
Theoden: I wonder if the Mearas are around in this time. Horses are, so they must be.
Fëanor: It's possible. Perhaps you could look into it.
Theoden: I'd have to find a way to travel all the way to where Rohan would be. Mearas are like the elves of horses.
Fëanor: *grins* That's a good way to put it.
Theoden: I miss Snowmane. He was my *stumbles for a moment* friend back in Rohan. I'm not sure he'd enjoy being in a city very much though
Fëanor: Well, I'm sure you can have a good horse here.
Theoden: oh, it's different. He can actually understand me. But there's lots of nice things here too. The city, you, and the people I keep encountering
Fëanor: How flattering of you. *grins*
Theoden: yes, you rate very highly. *smiles up at him*
Fëanor: *eyes him measuringly* I'll work on your sword...
Theoden: thank you *smiles, then realizes how long he's been there* oh! I need to get on my shift. Thank you again! *waves and hurries out, pulling his cowl back up*
Fëanor: *waves* See you tonight.
I better find a mask.
Theoden: *has an hour before his shift at the festival and decides to go visit Feanor's workshop*
Fëanor: *working on swords*
Theoden: *knock!*
Fëanor: Enter! *busy busy always getting interrupted*
Theoden: *comes in, cowl up and in nicely polished armour to put on a good show for the guard and not embarrass Fingon for helping him* Hello, sir
Fëanor: Oh. Theoden! *pleased he got the name right* Welcome.
Theoden: *bright smile at the recognition* Hey. I thought I'd come by before getting to work at the festival. *sits down* glad I'm working tonight, the part I wanted to do is tomorrow night when I'm off-shift. Are you attending?
Fëanor: *considering Theo in a different light after all his sons said about him* I hadn't decided...
Theoden: *slips his cowl down, hair catching the light of the forge* Well, tonight's good if you want to see the new people. I'm on traffic directing duty, though. Much better than dealing with drunks or fighting or being far away from everything on patrol
Fëanor: I do like a good festival! And yes, that does sound better.
Theoden: if I'm lucky, I'll be able to get some treats. Tomorrow's a big ball. I used to hate those sorts of things when I was younger, but it DOES sound fun. I've even got a mask. *sits, kicking his feet*
Fëanor: I shall need to get one too, then.
Theoden: what would you go as?
Theoden: or just a pretty mask?
Fëanor: *considers* Just a mask.
Theoden: nothing like a fire spirit?
Fëanor: *eyes him* I hadn't considered that, no.
Theoden: you just remind me of fire. With the forge and all. *smiles back*
Fëanor: Well, that's what my name means. In Quenya. Fëanaro - it's "Spirit of Fire".
Theoden: Aaand that would probably why I had it in mind. *rubs the bridge of his nose* My Quenya is terrible.
Fëanor: Humans speak Quenya?
Theoden: Humans with a father who wants them to be as educated as possible have received lessons in most languages, although not really very comprehensively.
Theoden: for instance, do not expect me to be able to talk to a Southron without whatever's going on here.
Fëanor: *wonders* What would be the point? As I understand it, in your time ELVES don't even speak Quenya.
Theoden: it's a 'classical education' thing. I'm not expected to speak it.
Fëanor: Interesting.
Theoden: I was terrible. I was much better in Sindarin and things like poetry.
Fëanor: Poetry, hmm?
Theoden: Mhm. So what are you working on?
Fëanor: Swords. For my sons, mostly.
Theoden: *gets up to look at them* Man, to be tall enough to be suited to one of these
Fëanor: *pleased* You like?
Theoden: mhm. May I touch one?
Fëanor: Yes.
Theoden: *picks one up, is too short for it but has some fun practicing with it*
Fëanor: *offers* I can make one for you as well.
Theoden: Hm. That... would be nice, actually. *grins* I had one at home, but it wasn't on me when I ended up here
Fëanor: *well, loves making swords* I don't mind.
Theoden: it was a nice sword. Two horses touching faces on the hilt. Do you like horses?
Fëanor: Mmm, yes, I do.
Theoden: I wonder if the Mearas are around in this time. Horses are, so they must be.
Fëanor: It's possible. Perhaps you could look into it.
Theoden: I'd have to find a way to travel all the way to where Rohan would be. Mearas are like the elves of horses.
Fëanor: *grins* That's a good way to put it.
Theoden: I miss Snowmane. He was my *stumbles for a moment* friend back in Rohan. I'm not sure he'd enjoy being in a city very much though
Fëanor: Well, I'm sure you can have a good horse here.
Theoden: oh, it's different. He can actually understand me. But there's lots of nice things here too. The city, you, and the people I keep encountering
Fëanor: How flattering of you. *grins*
Theoden: yes, you rate very highly. *smiles up at him*
Fëanor: *eyes him measuringly* I'll work on your sword...
Theoden: thank you *smiles, then realizes how long he's been there* oh! I need to get on my shift. Thank you again! *waves and hurries out, pulling his cowl back up*
Fëanor: *waves* See you tonight.
I better find a mask.