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gondolindrim2012-11-18 08:18 pm
turgonthewise) wrote in gondolindrim2012-11-18 08:18 pm
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Yesterday: Dealt with a plumbing issue in the north end, reviewed and approved the new guidelines for quarantined animals, and gave my brother an actual activity to do before he went mad with boredom.
Today: I approved new hires for the House of Histories, the guard, and city upkeep. And now I've got a meeting with a princess. Here's hoping she's been trained in rulership, not nailpainting.
Turgon: *in his office preparing a 'to-do' list for Fingon to keep the poor elf from being bored out of his mind*
Luthien: *is escorted in by one of the guards, and she thanks him before giving a formal curtsey* Thank you for taking the time to see me, my lord.
Turgon: making friends? *nods to the door the guard just exited out of*
Turgon: and a pleasure to meet you *holds out his hand*
Luthien: *accepts his hand* I hope so. It would be rather sad to be this far from my home and to have few friends, to boot. Your city is lovely, but it is not what I am accustomed to.
Turgon: *shakes it, warm and firm and lets go* no, you lived underground, am I correct? I only have records to go by, I'm sorry.
Luthien: Menegroth is built into the side of a hill, it's true. I'm no poet, however. I doubt I could do its beauty justice with my words.
Turgon: You might not be a poet, but do you have training in government?
Luthien: *nods* I have, as the heir to the throne of Doriath.
Turgon: then I'd like to offer you a position on my council, princess.
Luthien: *raises her eyebrows* Your council? How might I assist you?
Turgon: as you've noticed, my kingdom has grown very diverse. I've known how to rule my own people, but there's entire cultures and mores here now that I never thought I'd ever encounter.
Turgon: So my solution has been to form a council of leaders that appear, to advise me.
Luthien: I would be glad to help.
Turgon: wonderful. Now, I have something delicate to discuss with you. Would you like some tea, first? Or coffee?
Luthien: Tea, please.
Turgon: *pours and serves* There's a man in this city who may do you harm
Luthien: *takes the cup from him and waits for it to cool a moment* Are you, perchance, referring to Celegorm?
Turgon: *nods* You've met, then
Luthien: We have. Though I have never met him before, he and his hound both knew me. He admitted that some tension existed between us because of a political stance my father too, but he wouldn't go into any further detail.
Turgon: do you want me to?
Luthien: It would probably be best, even if it makes me feel apprehensive. *frowns* He asked that I keep an open mind toward him if I should discover the extent of our involvement, which I took to mean it was something that would make me look upon him disfavorably if I discovered the truth.
Turgon: it's true, he's on his 'second chance', as it were. Essentially, he's here with a clean slate until he messes up again. *sips his coffee* But he has a history with you. He waged war on your kingdom. Your family did not fare well. *trying to say it gently*
Luthien: *tenses up, immediately thinking of her father and mother* He waged war on Doriath?
Turgon: are you aware of the silmarils?
Luthien: Of course.
Turgon: and you're aware the vow Feanor and his sons took?
Luthien: *nods* Yes, and of many deeds that have transpired because of their oath.
Turgon: your home was one of those deeds. It was a slaughter. And Celegorm had a particular fascination with you.
Luthien: *looks pale* But... why? Why would he do this? Doriath has never possessed a Silmaril.
Turgon: My information is third-hand, from a history written by someone who heard it centuries later. You're best off reading the history than listening to me retelling it... you know where to find the House of Histories?
Luthien: *nods, shaken* I know where it is, yes.
Turgon: then I suggest a trip there is in order. You'll get all we know, without having to deal with any of my bias.
Luthien: I'll go there as soon as possible. *she shakes her head and sets her tea aside, rubbing her forehead* It's no wonder he asked me to keep an open mind.
Turgon: My frank opinion? Don't trust him. He's one of the worst of the Feanorians.
Luthien: He seemed very earnest, although he did have a... less than flattering opinion of you, I'm afraid.
Turgon: I'm not surprised. I know what he's done, I'm an authority figure, and I've made it clear that he's on his last chance.
Luthien: *sighs* Thank you for telling me. I wanted to reserve my judgment of him, but... my home. My family...
Turgon: yes. And he's the kind of man who thinks that shouldn't matter because you're what he wants.
Luthien: That is most unfortunate. *frowning* And his hound? What do you know of Huan?
Turgon: nothing much. I like it, though. But I've always liked dogs
Luthien: I have, too. He seems like a good dog.
Turgon: well, let's hope everything works out for Huan then. *smiles at her* Is there any further questions?
Luthien: I don't believe so. Thank you for your advice, and for the tea.
Turgon: *nods* Council meetings are every second day, held here in the tower. Come at noon tomorrow and my secretary will show you where you need to be.
Luthien: *rises from her seat* Then I shall see you again on the morrow. I'll take my leave and bid you a good evening, my lord.
Turgon: safe journeys, Luthien. *little bow to her*
Today: I approved new hires for the House of Histories, the guard, and city upkeep. And now I've got a meeting with a princess. Here's hoping she's been trained in rulership, not nailpainting.
Turgon: *in his office preparing a 'to-do' list for Fingon to keep the poor elf from being bored out of his mind*
Luthien: *is escorted in by one of the guards, and she thanks him before giving a formal curtsey* Thank you for taking the time to see me, my lord.
Turgon: making friends? *nods to the door the guard just exited out of*
Turgon: and a pleasure to meet you *holds out his hand*
Luthien: *accepts his hand* I hope so. It would be rather sad to be this far from my home and to have few friends, to boot. Your city is lovely, but it is not what I am accustomed to.
Turgon: *shakes it, warm and firm and lets go* no, you lived underground, am I correct? I only have records to go by, I'm sorry.
Luthien: Menegroth is built into the side of a hill, it's true. I'm no poet, however. I doubt I could do its beauty justice with my words.
Turgon: You might not be a poet, but do you have training in government?
Luthien: *nods* I have, as the heir to the throne of Doriath.
Turgon: then I'd like to offer you a position on my council, princess.
Luthien: *raises her eyebrows* Your council? How might I assist you?
Turgon: as you've noticed, my kingdom has grown very diverse. I've known how to rule my own people, but there's entire cultures and mores here now that I never thought I'd ever encounter.
Turgon: So my solution has been to form a council of leaders that appear, to advise me.
Luthien: I would be glad to help.
Turgon: wonderful. Now, I have something delicate to discuss with you. Would you like some tea, first? Or coffee?
Luthien: Tea, please.
Turgon: *pours and serves* There's a man in this city who may do you harm
Luthien: *takes the cup from him and waits for it to cool a moment* Are you, perchance, referring to Celegorm?
Turgon: *nods* You've met, then
Luthien: We have. Though I have never met him before, he and his hound both knew me. He admitted that some tension existed between us because of a political stance my father too, but he wouldn't go into any further detail.
Turgon: do you want me to?
Luthien: It would probably be best, even if it makes me feel apprehensive. *frowns* He asked that I keep an open mind toward him if I should discover the extent of our involvement, which I took to mean it was something that would make me look upon him disfavorably if I discovered the truth.
Turgon: it's true, he's on his 'second chance', as it were. Essentially, he's here with a clean slate until he messes up again. *sips his coffee* But he has a history with you. He waged war on your kingdom. Your family did not fare well. *trying to say it gently*
Luthien: *tenses up, immediately thinking of her father and mother* He waged war on Doriath?
Turgon: are you aware of the silmarils?
Luthien: Of course.
Turgon: and you're aware the vow Feanor and his sons took?
Luthien: *nods* Yes, and of many deeds that have transpired because of their oath.
Turgon: your home was one of those deeds. It was a slaughter. And Celegorm had a particular fascination with you.
Luthien: *looks pale* But... why? Why would he do this? Doriath has never possessed a Silmaril.
Turgon: My information is third-hand, from a history written by someone who heard it centuries later. You're best off reading the history than listening to me retelling it... you know where to find the House of Histories?
Luthien: *nods, shaken* I know where it is, yes.
Turgon: then I suggest a trip there is in order. You'll get all we know, without having to deal with any of my bias.
Luthien: I'll go there as soon as possible. *she shakes her head and sets her tea aside, rubbing her forehead* It's no wonder he asked me to keep an open mind.
Turgon: My frank opinion? Don't trust him. He's one of the worst of the Feanorians.
Luthien: He seemed very earnest, although he did have a... less than flattering opinion of you, I'm afraid.
Turgon: I'm not surprised. I know what he's done, I'm an authority figure, and I've made it clear that he's on his last chance.
Luthien: *sighs* Thank you for telling me. I wanted to reserve my judgment of him, but... my home. My family...
Turgon: yes. And he's the kind of man who thinks that shouldn't matter because you're what he wants.
Luthien: That is most unfortunate. *frowning* And his hound? What do you know of Huan?
Turgon: nothing much. I like it, though. But I've always liked dogs
Luthien: I have, too. He seems like a good dog.
Turgon: well, let's hope everything works out for Huan then. *smiles at her* Is there any further questions?
Luthien: I don't believe so. Thank you for your advice, and for the tea.
Turgon: *nods* Council meetings are every second day, held here in the tower. Come at noon tomorrow and my secretary will show you where you need to be.
Luthien: *rises from her seat* Then I shall see you again on the morrow. I'll take my leave and bid you a good evening, my lord.
Turgon: safe journeys, Luthien. *little bow to her*