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[second_time_around]

I've finished making all the swords and knives for the Guards, and sent Turukáno a note that I wanted him to come see me. So I can surprise him.


Turgon: --and I want you to stay out here to call the guard if he assassinates me.
Gelgannel: Your family is fun
Turgon: Say 'yes, sire'
Gelgannel: Yes, sire
Turgon: *knocks on Feanor's workshop's door*
Fëanor: *has tidied the place up in expectation of his visit; weapons rack doors are closed, for the surprise; calls out* It opens!
Turgon: *comes in* Uncle, you sent word?
Fëanor: Yes, Turukáno, welcome!



Turgon: *glances around* You've made your workspace look quite nice
Fëanor: *nods* Thank you again for it. It's been very nice to have my own private forge and workshop...
Turgon: It'd be a crime to deny you
Fëanor: *nods* Well, yes, and I wanted to express my gratitude for it, and for your treatment of my sons.
Turgon: oh?
Turgon: *don't look wary don't look wary*
Fëanor: Yes, you've been very generous and gracious. I know you could have locked us all up. *walks over to the weapons rack*
Turgon: *follows* what do you have there?
Fëanor: *opens it, displaying all the exquisitely made swords in their sheathes, and knives* My gift to you.
Turgon: *don't say 'so not for your militia to overthrow me?'* These are lovely. I'll try not to tell Rog you didn't like his work for my guards. *reaches out to touch one*
Fëanor: I just know you've had to expand the number of guards lately, and I thought new arms would be welcome...
Turgon: these are excellent. *smiles over at Feanor* thank you, uncle!
Fëanor: You're welcome. And thank you again for your hospitality. *pauses* Rog's work is not bad, just... *mine is better*
Turgon: just yours is better. *finishes the thought* And that's a truth
Fëanor: *nods; also, maybe worked a little magic into each sword that enhances the bearer's talents and strengths, JUST IN CASE*
Turgon: *reaches out to grasp his uncle's wrist in thanks* really, these are wonderful
Fëanor: *naturally, knows this* I'm glad you're pleased.
Theoden: *coming for his daily visit, coffee in hand and kicks at the door to knock since his hands are full*

Turgon: were you expecting someone else?
Turgon: oh wait, maybe that's Gel
Fëanor: I was not... ENTER!



Theoden: can't! Full  hands!
Turgon: *goes to open the door* It's... I know you. Somewhere
Theoden: *not in uniform* Business stuff. Hi. *ducks his face quickly and steps inside* Sorry, Feanor, didn't mean to interrupt you
Fëanor: *amused* That's fine, Theoden.
Turgon: you have an errand boy?
Fëanor: *smiles* No, he's actually trying to seduce me, now that he's moved on from your brother. *doesn't have much of a filter sometimes*
Turgon: ...wait, what?
Theoden: *squawks*
Fëanor: *really is only secretive about his plans* He's interested in seducing me. I'm interested in humans, although I am not sure how interested I am in males, sexually. We shall see.
Turgon: Uncle, please stop sharing
Theoden: *has vanished off somewhere in the workshop where no one can see him*
Fëanor: *also finds being a little oversharing helps people stop being suspicious of him* All right, sorry.
Turgon: I'm going now. Have... fun? I'll send someone to get the weapons. *escaping as fast as he can*
Fëanor: All right! I'll be expecting someone! Better send them with a wagon!
Turgon: *flee*
Fëanor: *pleased he liked and accepted the gift; ALL GOES ACCORDING TO PLAN*
Theoden: *from behind a shelf* was that necessary?
Fëanor: What?
Theoden: all that information. It's not like I went to your sons and told them what your mouth tasted like
Fëanor: I didn't tell him that.
Theoden: you told him I'd had sex with his brother and my intentions towards you. I like to keep my affairs private. *going pink again*
Fëanor: Oh. Sorry. *does that apology thing again to see if it works*
Theoden: I brought you coffee. *points* You reward me with an attempt to murder me with embarrassment
Fëanor: Thank you for the coffee!
Theoden: I hope you didn't get Fingon in trouble with the king *leans on the table, getting his cup* I don't know his stance on humans
Fëanor: Well, he lets them live in his city and serve on his guard, so I assumed he was positive on them.
Theoden: well, there's 'you can work for me' and 'you can have sex with my brother', right?
Fëanor: I suppose. *sips his coffee* He didn't seem inclined to execute you, Theo, so I don't think you need worry.
Theoden: I wasn't worried about *me*.
Fëanor: Well, Findekano always seems to land on his feet, so I wouldn't worry about him either.
Theoden: oh good. Are you busy this afternoon?
Fëanor: *thinks* No, I've nothing I'm working on at the moment.
Theoden: good. I've got my afternoon off, and while having dinner with you was nice... I'd like to try more.
Fëanor: More dinner? *teasing, Theo amuses him so*
Theoden: I want to see you naked
Fëanor: Well, perhaps we should go into the house for that. *amused*
Theoden: Always smiling around me. *takes Feanor's hand*
Fëanor: Come on. *makes sure to lock up his workshop*
Theoden: I figure I've had enough embarrassment today, so I can be bold
Fëanor: You're always bold. *leads him to the house*
Theoden: well, bold works on you. It was different with Fingon, he pursued me
Fëanor: Did he really? *he must be interested in humans too*
Theoden: mhm. It was nice. This is fine too. *up against Feanor once they're in his house and tugs him down to kiss*
Fëanor: *thinks he is amusing in his eagerness; kisses him deeply*
Theoden: *would give Feanor a good pinch if he knew Feanor seemed to think of him as a dancing monkey*
Fëanor: *doesn't! likes him well enough*
Theoden: *breaks the kiss and looks up* how's your human experiment coming?
Fëanor: *grins* Just fine, thank you for asking.
Theoden: any notable differences yet?
Fëanor: You're smaller. A bit more delicate.
Theoden: not that delicate. You can test that
Fëanor: I shall.
Theoden: your room?
Fëanor: Well, that's much better than this hallway.
Theoden: obviously. I mean, you could probably lift me, but...
Fëanor: Let's not get too acrobatic on the first try, shall we?
Theoden: right, yes. *another kiss and tries to figure out which room is Feanor's*
Fëanor: *leads him that way*
Theoden: *sits on the bed and starts unlacing his boots*
Fëanor: *watches him for a moment, then pulls off his own boots*

Well, that was a good day. Turukáno accepted my gift, and all the Guard will be using my swords. And then Theoden! Who knew humans were such spitfires in the sack? *makes detailed notes in his journal*