An afternoon out with dad's secretary!

[idril]

Gelgannel and I went for that tour finally...


Gelgannel: *has made a sort of 'honey do' list for Turgon to follow workwise*

Turgon: it's fine, it's fine. Show my daughter the new additions.

Gelgannel: Maybe I should sta--

Turgon: Go. Now.

Gelgannel: yes, sire

Idril: Thanks, dad. *kisses his cheek and stands up* Lead the way!

Gelgannel: *nods, offering her his arm because manners*

Idril: *smiles warmly and takes his arm* Thank you.

Gelgannel: Where do you want to start?

Idril: Not sure. I haven't spent much time outside of the palace...

Gelgannel: well, there's all sorts of new stores and restaurants that cater to people who aren't seven feet tall

Idril: Hm. Why don't you start with your favorite places?

Gelgannel: that would be the gardens, but you know those already...

Idril: Show me anyway?

Gelgannel: as the princess wishes. *heads to the palace with her, fighting the nagging feeling Turgon's slacking off*

Idril: *smiles at him and looks around* What's your favorite part of the gardens?

Gelgannel: the maze. Except when I get lost

Idril: Oh, I like the maze! it has nice flowers

Gelgannel: I really think I should take you somewhere unique. Like the House of Artificers

Idril: Okay. What's that?

Gelgannel: it's where most of the work done with the creations from the future goes on. I have to get more film for your father's camera while I'm there *pulls it out of his bag to show her* He took one of you with it? The rest is mostly odd pictures of windows, flowers, and his shoes

Idril: *curious look* ...I did wonder about that. What is it called?

Gelgannel: Camera. You point, you click the button, and you've got a replica of what it was looking at

Idril: Oh. Why?

Gelgannel: easier than painting. I guess if we pick up extra film, we can do some practicing

Idril: Sure... So dad has you doing all of his busy work?

Gelgannel: I do other things! I do the work of two secretaries, even. There was one I worked with when I showed up that quit to become a farmer.

Idril: Don't you get tired?

Gelgannel: I take pride in my work.

Idril: Sure, but you're not his minion.

Gelgannel: no, he pays me.

Idril: Enough for two secretaries?

Gelgannel: I think I'm more efficient without the old one getting in my way. I actually enjoy making this city run

Idril: Now you sound like him

Gelgannel: what?

Idril: Making the city run! Liking it! It's just something he'd say

Gelgannel: we do work very closely...

Idril: Please don't turn into him >.>

Gelgannel: he's got thousands of years on me. It'll take a while

Idril: >.> You might be surprised

Gelgannel: why do you care if I'm more like the king?

Idril: This place, and the world, can only really take one Turgon.

Gelgannel: *glances at her* Most people seem to like your father. Some notable exceptions aside

Idril: Oh sure, I love him. But he's a little neurotic.

Gelgannel: what do you want me to be like, princess?

Idril: *shrugs* Like you, I guess. I mean, I don't know you, but surely you haven't always been like my dad

Gelgannel: well, I'm a harpist, and I was a sailor in my own time. *has the tattoos to go with that, but not showing Idril*

Idril: Ooh, really? What was that like?

Gelgannel: *thinks as he goes up the steps to the House of Artificers and opens the door for her* Wet.

Idril: *snickers and goes in* Yeah?

Gelgannel: so wet. And seagull shit everywhere.. *coughs as he realizes what he said and tries to mentall back up* Er

Idril: *laughs brightly and grins at him* That sounds hilarious!

Gelgannel: Oh good. Glad you think so. *shows her inside, where the open areas of the building are filled with inventions and people at work*

Idril: *awed look around* Wow, look at everyone! Are those their inventions? *points to the open areas*

Gelgannel: yes, but we're here for film. Come on *takes her past what looks like a metal, moving skeleton of a small oliphaunt*

Idril: *stares at it, slowing down to do so* Oh my... what is this?

Gelgannel: looks like some sort of automaton. *from the age where that was a Thing*

Idril: What's that?

Gelgannel: it's a machine that moves

Idril: Wow... o.o *leans in closer to see the moving parts*

Gelgannel: princess, we haven't got time before I need to get back...

Idril: Hm? *glances at him and gets hit in the head by a moving trunk* Ow!

Gelgannel: *quickly tugs her away* not everything here is safe, princess

Idril: But look, it's so interesting and new!

Gelgannel: we can get a proper tour from an artificer sometime... *manages to lead her to where the devices room is, where the phones are being tested and goes to get film*

Idril: o.o *sticks by one of the testers and watches closely* You talk into that and then what?

Gelgannel: *negotiating for extra*

Artificer: well, then someone with a connected receiver can hear you, even if they're on the other side of the city

Idril: *fascinated* _really_? How!

Artificer: *explains the combination of science and magic* the crosses on top of the buildings are the transmitters that send it across the city

Idril: Wow... how far in the future is this from?

Artificer: this particular technology comes from pretty far along.

Idril: May I try?

Artificer: certainly. *hands her one and goes to the other side of the room to ring it*

Idril: ...hello? *into the receiver*

Artificer: hello! *quietly so can only be heard over the phone*

Idril: o.o Oh my Eru, it works!

Artificer: yes! *comes back to collect the phone* it's still in development, but we should have some for testing soon. Your father will have one, of course

Idril: That's amazing!

Gelgannel: Okay, I've got the film, princess. We should get going

Idril: Where are we going now?

Gelgannel: Well. I got extra film, we could take some pictures of the city...

Idril: so the tour's done?

Gelgannel: No, no, that's part of the tour. *is fiddling with the camera to add the film in* Point. Click.

Idril: *grins* Okay. May I? *holds out her hand for the camera*

Gelgannel: *hands it over*

Idril: *steps away and points it at him, and clicks the button* Did it work?

Gelgannel: *nods* yeah, see, a photo's coming out. *catches it before it hits the ground and shows her the not so great picture she took*

Idril: Oh, that's not very good at all!

Gelgannel: there's a viewing screen, here... *stands beside her to show her* you make sure the photo's how you want first before you click

Idril: Oh. *leans in closer to him* ...but this one is blurry. How do I fix that?

Gelgannel: the one you already took? It's done. You can't change it

Idril: But for the next ones!

Gelgannel: they won't be blurry if you give it a chance to focus

Idril: Oh, so don't click right away?

Gelgannel: *nods* give it a moment. Here, let's try on this statue *walks her through it*

Idril: *follows his directions and takes another picture*

Gelgannel: see? *shows her the photo* came out good

Idril: Hey, I did it!

Gelgannel: so what do you want to photograph next, princess?

Idril: *looks around, and comes back to him* You.

Gelgannel: why do you want pictures of me?

Idril: Why not? Besides, you'd be a good subject. And you're handsome.

Gelgannel: I'm an elf, of course I am.

Gelgannel: *spent most of his time period around humans, used to hearing that*

Idril: *laughs* Handsome even for an elf

Gelgannel: *shrugs and goes to stand beside some flowers*

Idril: *starts taking pictures of him, careful not to use too much film since she has nudes in mind* Hm... Stand here, would you? *directs him*

Gelgannel: *obediently moves to a new location and tries to smile. Enjoying himself somewhat, but not much of a smiler*

Idril: *finds that he's sweet when he smiles, but gorgeous either way* Could we go somewhere inside, maybe? I want to try something different

Gelgannel: If I take you back to the palace, you're not going to hide there, are you?

Idril: *shakes her head* You take me in and out. *smiles*

Gelgannel: alright. It's a deal

Idril: *pleased look and goes toward the palace with him* Let's just go to my room

Gelgannel: this is sounding suspicious.

Idril: What?

Gelgannel: you about hiding again. I'm prepared to carry you out, if you try to hole up

Idril: I expect that. *nods* So if I try to hide, you may carry me out

Gelgannel: good. Your father would have my hide if I let you vanish again

Idril: *smiles* So far you're doing great. *goes into her room*

Gelgannel: *looks around* it's nice.

Idril: *smiles* Thank you. I like it clean and soft. *sets out a chair for him by the window for the lighting* Sit there, would you?

Gelgannel: *sits, still looking around*

Idril: *snaps a few pictures and show them to him* What do you think?

Gelgannel: it's a good light. You getting satisfied?

Idril: *slight nod* But I have another idea. Would you get undressed?

Gelgannel: su--wait what?

Idril: Get undressed. *innocent look*

Gelgannel: Princess!

Idril: What?

Gelgannel: I can't just-- well, I can't.

Idril: Why not?

Gelgannel: It's--why do you want me undressed?

Idril: I told you, you're handsome. And that light against your skin would be lovely

Gelgannel: ...mng. Well, don't tell your father. *reaches down to pull off his shirt*

Idril: *pleased look and nods, taking his shirt* Oh, you have... markings! What is that for? *points to the cross on his chest*

Gelgannel: oh, it's a religious symbol when I come from. *shrugs* it's a really long story how I got it. They're just tattoos. *shows her the other ones on his biceps and shoulders*

Gelgannel: They all kind of came with the sailing

Idril: *touches them, tracing her fingers over the outlines of each* Why did they come with the sailing?

Gelgannel: *shivers, even though she keeps her rooms warm* Sailors tend to be decorated. I got decorated

Idril: *looks up at him, her fingers still on his chest* Did you want to?

Gelgannel: *nods* It hurt, but it was fun.

Idril: ...do they do it here, too? *talking about Gondolin*

Gelgannel: I don't know. I haven't gone looking

Idril: *small nod and covers the cross with her hand* Okay, don't stop now. *smiles*

Gelgannel: *small nod, and starts sliding down his pants, leaving his underwear*

Idril: *points to it* That too!

Gelgannel: Okay, you've REALLY got to never tell your father. *slips that off too*

Idril: *pleased smile, looks him over quickly before looking back to his face* Good. Now you may sit down. *grins*

Gelgannel: *sits, making sure he's got his modesty intact*

Idril: *snaps a few pictures, enjoying the results* I knew it! It's lovely. *grins at him*

Gelgannel: *rubs the back of his neck, not really sure how he should be posing*

Idril: Maybe put your arms over the back of the chair?

Gelgannel: *leans forward to obey, looking at her*




Idril: *shivers and snaps it, and has finally run out of film* Oh. Oh my.. Well, I used all of it...

Gelgannel: *grabs up his clothes quickly, and glances at the photos* I don't look too bad

Idril: You look great. *leans in to kiss him*

Gelgannel: *surprised noise and steps back, covering himself with his handful of clothes*

Idril: ...what's wrong?

Gelgannel: *doesn't answer, very quickly getting dressed, finally looks up* Uh, sorry for confusing you, that wasn't my intention...

Idril: I wasn't confused

Gelgannel: *straightening his shirt* You're my boss's daughter

Idril: So?

Gelgannel: that should be the end of it.

Idril: Why? I don't think the two things have anything to do with each other

Gelgannel: You don't do anything with the boss's daughter. Ever.

Idril: Says who!

Gelgannel: life rules

Idril: Not such rules here

Gelgannel: it's rules *everywhere*, princess

Idril: *shakes her head* And stop calling me "princess." Use my name

Gelgannel: I don't call your father 'Turgon'

Idril: So? He's centuries older than you and your boss. So you call him "boss." I'm neither, though

Gelgannel: You're *still* the princess. *hasn't moved towards the door*

Idril: And my name is Idril. *moves closer to him*

Gelgannel: You really can't let him see those photos

Idril: They're for me. He won't see them, I swear. *steps closer again*

Gelgannel: You're used to getting what you want?

Idril: I always get what I want

Gelgannel: *half tempted to walk off just to mess with her* That can be a problem

Idril: Why?

Gelgannel: You can get pretty spoiled *puts his hand on the doorknob*

Idril: *puts her hand over his, stepping between him and the door* I don't think that's an issue

Gelgannel: And why's that, princess? *half smile*

Idril: *smirks* I'm already spoiled. Only child in the family, after all. For quite a long time.

Gelgannel: so there's no fixing it?

Idril: Nope. I just have to have my way.

Gelgannel: *leans in and kisses her*

Idril: *pleased noise and kisses back, pressing her free hand to his chest*

Gelgannel: normally the naked happens after the kiss, though

Idril: *laughs* We can do that, too

Gelgannel: Iiii actually need to get back to the office. Your father's probably set fire to a Feanorian

Idril: Good! They deserve it. *kisses him again* Besides, I doubt he expects you back any time soon. He DID tell you to give me the grand tour.

Gelgannel: *quick kiss and ducks out the door* Sorry, princess! Duty calls!

Idril: *laughs and waves him off* I expect to see you again soon!

Gelgannel: we'll see!

Idril: *leans against the door, watching him go, then goes in to look at her pictures, happy with herself*

I have to find a good place for these pictures now! Somewhere dad will never ever find them, of course. But still! *starry-eyed* He kissed me. I mean, I kissed him first, but he kissed me, too!