NOW STOP ASKING ME

[turgonthewise]

Turgon: *knocks on Idril's door* Dear? I brought you something from the market and also something with today's date on it so I can take a photo and prove I haven't killed you.

Idril: *siiiighs and lets him in* Dad, this is WEIRD.

Turgon: weird or not, people are starting rumours. *holds out the ruffley dress he got here* Here, I thought this would be nice






Idril: *stares at it* ...seriously? Dad, I'm not twenty. *wrinkles her nose as she pulls at a ruffle* Seriously?

Turgon: well, if you don't want it, I can keep it...

Idril: o.o WHY?

Turgon: I like it! It has pretty colours. You're not going to rag on my taste like your uncle Finrod does, are you?

Idril: Dad, it's horrid! AND it's for little girls!

Turgon: is not. I was told it's evening wear. I have meetings in the evening.

Idril: Daddy, don't. It is so not your style.

Turgon: *sighs* I'll find something else to do with it then. You haven't come out to see your uncles. Your non-Feanorian uncles. You haven't come out to see *anyone*.

Idril: They're here, dad. I don't want to see them! I might try to hurt someone. *angry look*

Turgon: Look, I'm not happy about Feanor and his sons being here either, but they're on a second chance... And Maedhros and Caranthir haven't even done anything yet, technically.

Idril: I don't care! They shouldn't get a second chance! They killed mom!

Turgon: *reaches out to take his daughter in his arms* I know. But in the interest of not getting into another war, I'm opting for peaceful behaviour.

Idril: *frustrated sigh and hugs him tightly* I want them gone.

Turgon: That's one of the few things I can't give you. *pecks her forehead* but you should come and see your uncle Fingon, uncle Arakano, and uncle Finrod.

Idril: Couldn't they come here? Not only are mom's murders out there, but all those humans!

Turgon: you know, you're supposed to like humans. I mean, that's what history and your *grandson* appearing says. *decides now's the best time to tell her* He showed up, by the way. His name's Elladan.

Idril: o.o Dad, I can't meet him! He's from my future!

Turgon: He's quite polite.

Idril: Still! How can I meet him?

Turgon: generally you go up and say hello... *handing her the piece of paper with the date on it* Hold this up. I've got to try my new camera.

Idril: *sighs and holds it up* but he's human! There are so many of them!

Turgon: they're not so bad. I was having supper with a rather nice one yesterday. *snaps a photo and waits for it to develop* And... there was a murdered one the other day, so I feel I should put a stop to any mean comments about them.

Idril: *small sigh and sets the paper aside* ...are you going to make me come out?

Turgon: I haven't yet, have I? *shows her the picture*

Idril: *looks at it* That makes me look terrible!

Turgon: You look fine. And you should come to my office and meet Idril2 sometime

Idril: Meet who?

Turgon: Not telling. You have to come and see. And you can meet my secretary too.

Idril: ohfine. *hugs him again*

Turgon: *hugs her* Come out any time. I'm going to go show this to your uncles and Lio to prove you're safe.

Idril: *hugs back* okay. Um. Give them hugs for me, dad.

Turgon: you can do that yourself, you know.

Idril: I will! But for now...

Turgon: hmph. *kisses her forehead* Love you, daughter.

Idril: *small sigh and hugs him again* Love you too, dad.