gondolindrim | Oh heck yes

Theoden: *having once again failed to find the crucial clue that would make Lio decide he was the best guard ever, has decided to go see Feanor under the thin premise of seeing how the sword is coming*

Theoden: *knocks on Feanor's workshop*

Fëanor: *has just returned home from a long walk around the city*

Theoden: *standing in front of his door, listening for an answer*

Fëanor: *comes up behind him* Theoden.

Theoden: gah! *actually jumps*

Fëanor: *likes doing that to people* Hello.

Theoden: oh my heart.

Theoden: *looks up* hi. Nice hood

Fëanor: Thanks. Would you like to come in?

Theoden: please. What were you doing out this late? Sun's mostly gone.

Fëanor: I was taking a walk. *unlocks the door and lets him in the workshop;, lighting the lamps*

Theoden: *tugs off his cloak and hangs it on a hook* well, that's a good reason.

Fëanor: I like walking this city. Good exercise. Lots to see.

Theoden: *nods* yeah. Always something. Sometimes it's something fatal. Speaking of that, you've been busy since I was here last. *walks up to the swords to admire*

Theoden: planning to raise an army?

Fëanor: >.> No.

Fëanor: I thought I would offer them to the Guard, actually. Since I've seen the weapons they carry. And they are inferior.

Theoden: Sometimes I have to remember I'm used to human weapons instead of elf craftsmanship when you say things like that

Fëanor: *chuckles and comes over to pull a sword off the rack* Well, this will be the best sword you've ever wielded.

Theoden: *takes it and does a few practice swings away from anything he could break or stab (like Feanor)* I like it. I still miss Herugrim, but I like it

Fëanor: *MISSES ANOTHER INFERIOR SWORD? WHAT?* Oh, well. Good.

Theoden: it was the sword I learned on. And a gift from my father. *practices some more with the new sword* this is really very good

Fëanor: Yes, it is. *very modest for him*

Theoden: *beams up at Feanor* thank you so much. Do you want anything in payment? *wishes he had the slightest idea of how to look alluring*

Fëanor: No, that's fine. It's a gift.

Theoden: you don't want *anything*?

Fëanor: *wants his silmarils* No, your thanks is enough.

Theoden: maybe if I find another one of your rocks, like a palantir. Or a kiss. Something. *plays with the sword a bit more, rather liking it*

Fëanor: My ROCKS?

Theoden: *grins, aware he might be courting death* your shinies

Fëanor: *crosses his arms* Hmmph.

Theoden: I would love to see a palantir. They sound amazing

Fëanor: They were. *slightly offended*

Theoden: I bet. I wonder what new wonders you'll make

Fëanor: Oh, plenty of things, I imagine. *smiles, thinking about it*

Theoden: have you seen cameras?

Fëanor: Not yet.

Theoden: I think you'd like them. Well, to take them apart and make something better

Fëanor: I might! What do they do?

Theoden: you point them at something, click a button, and it makes a perfect mirror reflection on a piece of paper that doesn't change

Fëanor: Hmm. Should it change?

Theoden: nope. It's like a painting

Fëanor: So the not-changing isn't important?

Theoden: it'd be interesting if it was a moving picture of a person

Fëanor: Oh, I see. I will have to find one of these cameras.

Theoden: there's not a lot of them right now, but I got to try one when I was at the House of Artificers. I bet they'd let you have one, 'cause you're you

Fëanor: *nods* I will ask.

Theoden: maybe we could go together? I can sponge off their goodwill towards you to play with more toys *grins at Feanor*

Fëanor: *considers* I don't see why not? *perhaps Theoden would be helpful*

Theoden: great!

Theoden: have you heard about the murder? *has finally put the sword down*

Fëanor: Yes. *suspicious suddenly; is Theoden here to question him?*

Theoden: no one's harassed you over it, have they?

Fëanor: No, no one has... *no one would dare!*

Theoden: oh good. I mean, everyone's said at the guardhouse it couldn't possibly be you

Fëanor: *interesting* They have?

Theoden: yes, although it was more about your more direct style

Fëanor: Oh, like murdering people flat out and taking credit for it?

Theoden: this might be why the captain suggested that you might not be safe for me to be around

Fëanor: *agrees, smirking* It's a possibility!

Theoden: of course, like I told you, I don't really mind that

Fëanor: *looks him over* And why is that again?

Theoden: well, I think the reward's worth it

Fëanor: Is that what I am? A reward? *amused*

Theoden: I think you would have teased me no matter what term I used *thoughtful*

Fëanor: It's possible. *grins*

Theoden: *still blushing, despite how he responded* I think I'm onto you

Fëanor: Oh really?

Theoden: I don't think you can throw me for a loop anymore. *leans on Feanor's workdesk, little smile*

Fëanor: Yes, I'm sure you have me all figured out. *eyes him*

Theoden: *little nod, blushing and worried that he's going to be 'thrown for a loop' via stabbing or tossed out*

Fëanor: So?

Theoden: so what?

Fëanor: So tell me all about how you've figured me out.

Theoden: You like flustering me.

Fëanor: Well, I don't know that I like it, but it's amusing when it happens.

Theoden: kissing me flusters me, you know.

Fëanor: Aren't you dating my nephew?

Theoden: No. Dating is too strong a word for it

Fëanor: *hears gossip as he moves around the town* That's what I've heard.

Theoden: he loves someone else, I've just been keeping him company. And he knows I'm after you. *trying to sound confident, but doesn't quite manage it*

Fëanor: *laughs* So he's just the warm-up act?

Theoden: he's the 'oh thank god I know how it works' lesson

Fëanor: What does that mean?

Theoden: I *was* a virgin. I didn't want to look like an idiot if I actually succeeded.

Fëanor: Soooooooo.... you made sure you weren't a virgin for me?

Theoden: *reaches up to cover his blush* You make it sound stupid. Yes

Fëanor: I'm not making it sound anything, just stating the facts.

Theoden: fine, then it sounds stupid on its own. But that's what I went and did

Fëanor: Did you think I would not be pleased with a virgin sacrifice?

Theoden: I thought you'd prefer someone with experience

Fëanor: *may be leaning quite close to Theo* Oh, now you're experienced?

Theoden: *swallows and doesn't pull back* Yes.

Fëanor: Tell me about it....

Theoden: *redder* what!

Fëanor: This experience! *doesn't smile, but totally amused* I need to know if it will suffice!

Theoden: I-- *voice trails off, can't say it and covers his face in embarrassment*

Fëanor: *Aw! pets his shoulder*

Theoden: *catches Feanor's hand*

Theoden: *kisses the back of it*

Fëanor: How old are you, Theoden? *enjoys teasing him, but he is so young*

Theoden: twenty. That's much older for a human than it is for an elf

Fëanor: Is it? *not convinced* How long does a human live?

Theoden: seventy years.

Fëanor: That's still very young.

Theoden: I'm really not a child. *frowns up at Feanor*

Fëanor: Yes, I suppose. But you look terribly young to me.

Theoden: *closes the gap between him an Feanor* That's just looks

Fëanor: *points out* You also have the impetuousness of youth.

Theoden: not a bad thing.

Fëanor: And you seem to have all the answers, another trait of the young. *amused again*

Theoden: *leans up and kisses Feanor in response*

Fëanor: *breaks the kiss and looks at him* There's that impetuousness again...

Theoden: well, standing around blushing and stammering never got me anywhere.

Theoden: *but can't stop himself from tugging his braid nervously*

Fëanor: *grins* And now that you've "practiced" with my nephew, you're all grown up and ready to try for the real thing, are you?

Theoden: *resists the urge to argue with the teasing and just nods*

Fëanor: Can I ask you a question?

Theoden: I'm not sure how I'd stop you, but yes. Ask away

Fëanor: What makes you think I am interested in men?

Theoden: the fact you haven't yelled at me to leave.

Fëanor: So that is how you pursue your lovers? You don't find out about them, you just wait to be screamed at?

Theoden: no! *red again* That's not ho--you're teasing me again.

Fëanor: No, it was an honest question. I am curious what made you decide to pursue me in the first place. I certainly wasn't giving any indication of interest in romance.

Theoden: because you were amazing and I thought I'd try. And then you started acting like you were interested at the masquerade...

Theoden: and I decided to go for it

Fëanor: I see.

Theoden: that's all. ...do you want me to leave? *sinking feeling in his stomach*

Fëanor: No. You are intriguing to me, Theoden. *strokes a finger down his cheek*

Theoden: *excited shiver and closes his eyes*

Fëanor: *kisses; this is mostly curiosity on his part about how humans work, but interested in discovering more*

Theoden: *kisses back, much more confidently than the earlier kiss and reaches up to hold onto Feanor's arm*

Fëanor: *deepens the kiss, pulling Theo against him; humans are rather delicate in feeling*

Theoden: *taking it as permission to actually touch Feanor's back and sides, feeling his strength*

Fëanor: *breaks the kiss and looks at him* Is this what you want, Theoden?

Theoden: *quick nod* Yes, Very much

Fëanor: Perhaps we should move to the house, and not stay in the workshop then.

Theoden: I'd like that. Please.

Fëanor: *leads him out of the workshop and locks up, then into the house*

And then he... made me dinner. Oh well. It's progress! Major progress! Fingon'll either be disappointed or proud of me, I'm not sure. But that's the end of that (that being Fingon. Well, not as a friend. He's great). Because I'm classy, dangit.

Super classy.

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