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gondolindrim2013-01-12 07:56 pm
finrod) wrote in gondolindrim2013-01-12 07:56 pm
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One step...then another...then another...into Gondolin?
Turgon: *dismissed Gelgannel for the night and realized he desperately needed a coffee before he could face officiating the ball and walking back to the palace with his drink to get his costume*
Finrod: *shivering and soaked from the Ice-turned-rain; drags himself into the palace, hoping to find Turgon there*
Turgon: *comes in behind him and sees a drowned rat elf* ...hello?
Finrod: *turns at the familiar voice* Turukáno!
Turgon: *surprised, grips his coffee cup into a bit of the hot coffee spills onto his hand and hisses* Finrod!
Finrod: *brow furrows* Fin-rod? *eyes the steaming drink in Turgon's hand* Someone said this was your city...
Turgon: Yeah, it is. *hurries up to him and takes his arm* You're soaking...
Finrod: I'm freezing. Where are we?
Turgon: In Gondolin. Come on, to my rooms. I'll get you a warm bath or *something*.
Finrod: *repeats* Gondolin... A bath would be nice. *understatement; has felt cold so long that now he's a bit warmer he feels even colder, has to clench his teeth to keep them from chattering*
Turgon: *leads Finrod to his rooms* Get those clothes off, they're just going to make you colder. *busies himself filling the bath*
Finrod: *strips off his cloak and shoes first, stiffly*
Turgon: *comes to help* Where were you? Before you were here?
Finrod: The Ice. Like you.
Turgon: *shivers* I haven't been in the ice for a very long time. And now you're free of it. *tugs Finrod into a hug for warmth* You're in the future.
Finrod: *too startled by the future comment to really hug him back, but it is nice* I'm sorry...the what now?
Turgon: The future. Ugh, you feel half dead. Come on, there's enough water in the bath now for you.
Finrod: *half dead might be accurate* Bath, yes....
Turgon: I'm going to get a healer in here to look at you. Just have to find a servant to go to the house of healing. *helps Finrod in*
Finrod: I am sure I will be fine...*slips into the bath gratefully, though wincing slightly*
Turgon: I'll worry otherwise. *squeezes Finrod's shoulder and goes to ring the bell for a servant, giving them instructions*
Finrod: You worry too much, Turukáno... *stretches out in the bath, getting used to the temperature*
Turgon: It's one of the aspects of being a king, constant worry. I just let those I care about know I'm actually doing it. *sits by the tub* Now. To explain. My city is having a problem. Time isn't working right, I've got people appearing from the far future and from the past, and sometimes just from across the world in this time.
Finrod: *peers at him* That doesn't make sense...
Turgon: No, it doesn't, not really. It's nonsensical who appears here.
Turgon: But I'm glad you showed up.
Finrod: *rubs his forehead* Well, I'm glad you're here...
Turgon: Good to hear. *gets up when the healer arrives to let them in to see Finrod*
Turgon: *quick conversation, filling in the healer and brings her*
Finrod: Valar, Turukáno, you could let me dress!
Laimist: *one of the few at the house when the servant came and bows* My lord. Just a quick check up.
Turgon: Why? They always strip us down anyway.
Laimist: I promise not to peek.
Finrod: *just...what? was enjoying his bath...handwave handwave* It's fine... *does not have the energy to argue*
Turgon: I'm just worried you're going to fall over dead on me. That's all. The ice did that a lot.
Finrod: I won't...
Laimist: *trying to make this quick, fingers along his ribs as she checks*
Finrod: *may be a little underweight and cold, but not seriously damaged*
Laimist: I believe he'll survive, my king.
Turgon: *lets out a happy sigh* Good.
Finrod: *slight smile* Told you.
Laimist: He needs sleep and food. In whatever order.
Finrod: *tough call*
Laimist: *bows and takes her leave*
Turgon: Which do you want?
Finrod: *thinks a moment* Food. While you tell me what's gone on.
Turgon: *arranges and sits down and begins giving a bit of history*
Finrod: *rests his chin on his palm, listening attentively; or trying to*
Turgon: *gets up once to collect the food for Finrod*
Finrod: *wearing Turu's pajamas now, sitting at a small table* Thanks.
Turgon: Any questions? *sipping some tea*
Finrod: A thousand. But...they might have to wait until I am less tired...
Turgon: There's plenty of beds in the palace. You'll be able to sleep all you need soon.
Finrod: *smiles at him* Thank you.
Turgon: Hey, if I was missing the masquerade, at least it's for you. It's good to see you again, cousin.
Finrod: And you. I'm glad it was your city I stumbled into. *even if he thought it was Tirion*
I didn't realise how hungry I was. None of this makes sense... Perhaps I had slipped and struck my head, or any number of things. I think I need a lie down...
Finrod: *shivering and soaked from the Ice-turned-rain; drags himself into the palace, hoping to find Turgon there*
Turgon: *comes in behind him and sees a drowned rat elf* ...hello?
Finrod: *turns at the familiar voice* Turukáno!
Turgon: *surprised, grips his coffee cup into a bit of the hot coffee spills onto his hand and hisses* Finrod!
Finrod: *brow furrows* Fin-rod? *eyes the steaming drink in Turgon's hand* Someone said this was your city...
Turgon: Yeah, it is. *hurries up to him and takes his arm* You're soaking...
Finrod: I'm freezing. Where are we?
Turgon: In Gondolin. Come on, to my rooms. I'll get you a warm bath or *something*.
Finrod: *repeats* Gondolin... A bath would be nice. *understatement; has felt cold so long that now he's a bit warmer he feels even colder, has to clench his teeth to keep them from chattering*
Turgon: *leads Finrod to his rooms* Get those clothes off, they're just going to make you colder. *busies himself filling the bath*
Finrod: *strips off his cloak and shoes first, stiffly*
Turgon: *comes to help* Where were you? Before you were here?
Finrod: The Ice. Like you.
Turgon: *shivers* I haven't been in the ice for a very long time. And now you're free of it. *tugs Finrod into a hug for warmth* You're in the future.
Finrod: *too startled by the future comment to really hug him back, but it is nice* I'm sorry...the what now?
Turgon: The future. Ugh, you feel half dead. Come on, there's enough water in the bath now for you.
Finrod: *half dead might be accurate* Bath, yes....
Turgon: I'm going to get a healer in here to look at you. Just have to find a servant to go to the house of healing. *helps Finrod in*
Finrod: I am sure I will be fine...*slips into the bath gratefully, though wincing slightly*
Turgon: I'll worry otherwise. *squeezes Finrod's shoulder and goes to ring the bell for a servant, giving them instructions*
Finrod: You worry too much, Turukáno... *stretches out in the bath, getting used to the temperature*
Turgon: It's one of the aspects of being a king, constant worry. I just let those I care about know I'm actually doing it. *sits by the tub* Now. To explain. My city is having a problem. Time isn't working right, I've got people appearing from the far future and from the past, and sometimes just from across the world in this time.
Finrod: *peers at him* That doesn't make sense...
Turgon: No, it doesn't, not really. It's nonsensical who appears here.
Turgon: But I'm glad you showed up.
Finrod: *rubs his forehead* Well, I'm glad you're here...
Turgon: Good to hear. *gets up when the healer arrives to let them in to see Finrod*
Turgon: *quick conversation, filling in the healer and brings her*
Finrod: Valar, Turukáno, you could let me dress!
Laimist: *one of the few at the house when the servant came and bows* My lord. Just a quick check up.
Turgon: Why? They always strip us down anyway.
Laimist: I promise not to peek.
Finrod: *just...what? was enjoying his bath...handwave handwave* It's fine... *does not have the energy to argue*
Turgon: I'm just worried you're going to fall over dead on me. That's all. The ice did that a lot.
Finrod: I won't...
Laimist: *trying to make this quick, fingers along his ribs as she checks*
Finrod: *may be a little underweight and cold, but not seriously damaged*
Laimist: I believe he'll survive, my king.
Turgon: *lets out a happy sigh* Good.
Finrod: *slight smile* Told you.
Laimist: He needs sleep and food. In whatever order.
Finrod: *tough call*
Laimist: *bows and takes her leave*
Turgon: Which do you want?
Finrod: *thinks a moment* Food. While you tell me what's gone on.
Turgon: *arranges and sits down and begins giving a bit of history*
Finrod: *rests his chin on his palm, listening attentively; or trying to*
Turgon: *gets up once to collect the food for Finrod*
Finrod: *wearing Turu's pajamas now, sitting at a small table* Thanks.
Turgon: Any questions? *sipping some tea*
Finrod: A thousand. But...they might have to wait until I am less tired...
Turgon: There's plenty of beds in the palace. You'll be able to sleep all you need soon.
Finrod: *smiles at him* Thank you.
Turgon: Hey, if I was missing the masquerade, at least it's for you. It's good to see you again, cousin.
Finrod: And you. I'm glad it was your city I stumbled into. *even if he thought it was Tirion*
I didn't realise how hungry I was. None of this makes sense... Perhaps I had slipped and struck my head, or any number of things. I think I need a lie down...