Idril2's successor!

[turgonthewise]

Turgon: *has come over to talk with Celegorm about a special hunt, but is currently crouched in front of Celegorm's house poking at something in a bush*

Celegorm: *notices Turgon crouching down in his bushes and opens the door* can I help you?

Turgon: hold your hound back for a second. *holds up a hand and reaches in with the other*

Celegorm: *closes the door behind him* Huan's busy napping. What's going on?

Turgon: aha! *pulls out his prize* it's some sort of weird rodent

Pug Puppy: *confused squirming*


Turgon: something for Eressil to keep her from harassing me for lake monsters

Celegorm: *grins* That's not a rodent, you idiot...that's a puppie! *takes it from Turgon and holds it up* He's so cute!

Turgon: that does NOT look like a hound. Where's its face?

Celegorm: He's not a hound, he's a different sort of dog, but a dog nevertheless. *turns him around to face Turgon* His face is smushed. Did you step on him?

Turgon: no, I just saw him rustling in the leaves. He's not hurt, is he? *gets up to look closer at the pug*

Pug Puppy: *tiny puppy noises*

Celegorm: *looks him over* Not that I can tell. *asks puppy [are you hurt?] but then realizes he's a puppy and probably can't talk yet.

Pug Puppy: *not making any pained noises, just hungry ones*

Turgon: may I look at it? I really thought it was a rat, it was so small

Turgon: just one with a weird face

Celegorm: I think he's just hungry. *holds him out for Turgon to take* Be careful with him. He's not a lobster.

Turgon: Yes, I don't think I have to worry about losing fingers to this one. *holds carefully* What do I feed it? You're the animal expert of the two of us.

Celegorm: Milk with small mashed up bits of meat and veggies. If you have a dog that's nursing who could nurse him, too, that would be ideal. If not, whatever milk is available until he has teeth.

Turgon: *little nod, and looks at him* ugly thing. I dub you Idril3

Celegorm: *laughs* Your daughter must be proud. Her namesake looks like you stepped on him.

Turgon: she survived the crab. I do have a reason to be here, by the way. If we could step inside and maybe give Idril3 a meal?

Celegorm: *opens the door, scratches Iddie's ears as he passes by.* Sure. Come to the kitchen and I'll see if we have any milk.

Turgon: *steps inside, amazed at how focusing on a small rodent thing can lessen his general hostility towards Celegorm* it's about Aredhel.

Celegorm: *finds one of Maedhros' leftover turkey basters and fills it with milk* Bring the pup over here and drip the milk on his tongue until he latches on. What about Aredhel?

Turgon: *sits with Idril3 and starts feeding carefully* I thought we might give her a nice dinner to welcome her home. And you know she likes snake meat...

Celegorm: Yes, I remember that. It tastes like chicken, but whatever makes her happy. When did you want to have it?

Turgon: I was hoping to set the dinner three days from now. I figured you wouldn't have any trouble getting enough

Celegorm: Depends. How big is the party? If we're talking a major feast, I might need some help. If it's just family and close friends, I can manage by myself.

Turgon: family and close friends. It'd be in bad taste to have a major feast while there's a murderer on the loose

Celegorm: Then I can handle it. *gives Turgon a look* And we're sure Eol isn't going to show up here and ruin everything?

Turgon: I am very sure. *strokes Idril3's head, not looking up*

Celegorm: *raises an eyebrow* That's the same thing Aredhel said. I'm not buying it from either of you. As long as he's out there somewhere, there's a chance he'll show up.

Turgon: well, if you wish to keep an eye out for him...

Celegorm: *laughs* As if you'd trust your sister to me. Talk about a huge attitude shift.

Turgon: I'm just very confident

Celegorm: *studies Turgon for a long moment* Fine, but whatever is going on, I'll find out about. I have my sources.

Turgon: you do? Do you mean Lio?

Celegorm: Among others. He's not my only source of information, though he is the one I prefer to...um...needle for answers.

Turgon: it can't be that thin and pointy

Celegorm: *laughs* Was that a joke? I didn't know you had it in you. And I have other ways of getting information besides sex.

Turgon: I have great depths. *sets aside the empty feeding tool and picks up the puppy* His weird little face is growing on me

Celegorm: He's so ugly that he's cute. *rubs his little nose* Isn't that right Iddy?

Pug Puppy: *mouth opens in a tiny yawn*

Celegorm: *is charmed* Awww! *scraches behind his ears* Make sure you have a nice, soft bed for him. Something warm. Not a lobster cage or the inside of your desk drawer.

Turgon: ...how did you know I was considering a drawer?

Celegorm: Please. You're incredibly predictable.

Turgon: hrmph. It'll have to be somewhere out of reach. Maeglin will be in my office a lot

Celegorm: I need to come by and see Maeglin. I have yet to meet him...*wonders if he's a regular little boy*

Turgon: it'll be best if you meet him with Aredhel, but he has been spending time in my office. I'm taking a hand in raising him

Celegorm: *nods* I see. Well, better you than Eol.

Turgon: You're damning me with faint praise

Celegorm: Would you rather me just damn you, because I could do that. Really. It would be my pleasure.

Turgon: And here I was being so polite to you

Celegorm: *grins* Of course. How rude of me. I'll have the snakes dressed and ready to grill by the start of the party.

Turgon: good. *gets up, cradling Idril3 close* Safe hunting

Celegorm: *holds the door open for him* Thanks, and don't forget to feed the pup. And find him a real bed.

Turgon: yes, beastmaster

Celegorm: *hopes Iddy is still alive when Aredhel's party rolls around*

Turgon: *already planning a little bed and pen to keep Maeglin out*