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[idril]

Grima: *comes into the tower and heads to the lift, on an errand to deliver some architect notes that Turgon requested from the House of History. Noticed that one of them is a map of the sewers that he copied for a price several chats ago and... worried, with the rumours he's heard about the murderers*

Idril: *wanted to go pester her dad for a while (and not Gel because he's been dismissive and no one dismisses her!) and heads for the lift as well. She presses the button for it to go up*

Grima: *stands behind her so he can admire her without being noticed*

Lift: *liiiifts*

Lift: *makes a weird grinding noise and stops between floors and way above where it would be safe to climb out*

Grima: ...

Idril: o.o What... *looks around, glancing at Grima, and tries pressing buttons since she has no real idea how to use the lift* Why did it stop!

Grima: ...I'd suggest it's broken? *tries to keep a polite, not 'I'm going to die in an elevator' tone*

Idril: o.o No! It can't be broken! *presses more buttons* I can't die in a lift!

Grima: I'm sure we won't die, woman

Grima: *getting panicky from her panic*

Idril: *turns and glares at him* I am the princess, human!

Grima: you're a woman in hysterics!

Idril: I am no woman! *takes a deep breath and looks to the panel again* Damnit, dad! This is why stairs are best. I should have taken the stairs!

Grima: You're a man then, are you?

Grima: *gripping the bar in the lift, other hand crushing his scrolls*

Idril: *glances at his scrolls* You're ruining those. And I'm an ELF. Not a human.

Grima: *tries to loosen his grip* Fine, you're an ELF in hysterics

Idril: I'm not in hysterics! I just want the lift to move again

Lift: *noticeably shakes now that it's hanging when they move*

Idril: O.O *grabs onto the other bar and tries to hold very still* what was that o.o

Grima: I don't know!

Idril: *clings to the bar and looks outside at the city, worrying about how high up they are* It's... we're very high up....

Grima: Yes, I've noticed.

Grima: *acidly*

Idril: There's no need to be snippy with me!

Grima: stop yelling!

Idril: *glares at him* Don't you speak to me that way. *angrily*

Grima: or what? *panic panic panic going to die in a lift NOT DEALING WELL WITH OTHERS*

Idril: I'll make sure you don't! *panicking, too*

Grima: Yes, I'm sure that would be VERY HELPFUL AND NOT AT ALL STUPID

Idril: I said don't! *goes over to him and slaps him* You don't speak to royalty like that!

Grima: *ears ringing from the slap, Idril's a lot stronger than a human* you stupid little-- *starting to come to his senses*

Idril: *angry glare at him* Now apologize!

Grima: I'd rather die!

Idril: I said to apologize! *hands on her hips*

Grima: *gives her a look full of poison instead and rubs his cheek*

Idril: *glares and about to slap him again, on the other cheek*

Grima: *jerks back, shaking the lift and gives a little scream and grabs onto the bar again*

Idril: O.O *stumbles when it shakes and grabs onto the same bar* Don't DO that!

Grima: stop trying to attack me like a savage!

Idril: You apologize for your rudeness!

Grima: I'll apologize when I meet a lady worth it!

Idril: *getting angry again, how DARE a human speak to her so disrespectfully!, and goes for his throat with her hands*

Grima: *flailing*

Turgon: *on the ground with Ar after a walk with her, watching his daughter strangle a human through the glass walls of the lift*

Turgon: Ar...

Aredhel: *looks up* o.o Is that Idril?

Turgon: Yes. I'm not sure who the other one is. *looking up curiously*

Grima: *smacking at the sides of the elevator in panic flail*

Idril: *squeezes a little and gives him a shake before letting go* Now apologize!

Aredhel: o.o Should we do something about that?

Turgon: *waving from the ground, hoping to get Idril's attention*

Idril: *not paying attention yet, still focused on Grima*

Grima: *on his ass on the floor of the lift and trying to collect his scrolls* as I said, I'd rather die, woman. *stubborn!*

Idril: *stomps, feels the lift shake, goes wide-eyed and holds onto the bar again* You're being ridiculous!

Grima: YOU JUST TRIED TO CHOKE ME TO DEATH *hysterical edge, is discovering how much he doesn't like heights, enclosed spaces, or angry elves*

Turgon: Ar, she's not looking. Can you go get Gel? He knows who to call to fix it

Idril: Because you're rude and disrespectful!

Grima: you're a maniac!

Aredhel: *quick nod and runs off to get Gel* We have an emergency! The lift is stuck and Idril is choking a human!

Idril: You're a stupid human!

Gelgannel: ...like, on purpose?

Grima: Maniac! Wildwoman!

Aredhel: Yes. Turu said you know who to call.

Idril: *stomps again* STOP CALLING ME NAMES!

Gelgannel: *nods* yes, we've got a dwarf who handles it. *goes to fetch* Uh, try to call down the door to make her stop. She wasn't really choking someone, was she?

Grima: *shrieks as the whole lift shakes again*

Aredhel: That's what it looked like from below...

Idril: *still holding tightly to the bar and glances outside, panicking more*

Turgon: *about to start throwing gravel at the lift*

Idril: *sees him* o.o DAD! DAD WE'RE STUCK!

Turgon: *can't hear her and happily waves*

Idril: *panicky look at him and waves frantically*

Turgon: *wavewave*

Grima: You're shaking the lift!

Idril: Shut up! *turns again to glare at Grima* I'm trying to make my dad see we're stuck!

Grima: *just moans and covers his head* I wanted to die old and surrounded by a harem, not like this

Idril: *snorts* Right, you'd have a harem. *upset noise and looks out at Turgon again, really looking upset now*

Grima: I could have been part of the harem. There were many fine queens in this world.

Turgon: *tries to mime 'Help is coming'*

Idril: *can't tell that and just leans against the wall of the lift behind the bar she's clinging to* What's your name, human?

Grima: *finally gathered his scrolls and holding them like a teddybear* Grima, son of Galmod. Princess.

Idril: Grima. *annoyed noise* My father will hear of your disrespect!

Grima: great, that means I'll live. *buries his face in the scrolls*

Idril: *glares at him, really would like to toss him out, and slides to the floor on the other side, clinging to the bar* I don't want to die here with you.

Grima: I don't want to die here with me either

Idril: No one would.

Grima: You're not a prize either. You'll notice *I* didn't hit *you*.

Idril: Because *I* wasn't being disrespectful!

Grima: I hope he has a son.

Idril: I'm the heir!

Grima: Maybe I do want to die in here

Idril: DISRESPECT! I'll have you fired and in the dungeons!

Grima: *doesn't answer, sort of fetal on the floor by this point, everytime she yells the lift shakes*

Idril: *tired of yelling at him and how the lift reacts to it, and presses against the wall of it, looking down outside and wishing someone would come SAVE them already*

Lift: *suddenly comes to life*

Idril: O.O *clings to the bar* Are we falling?!

Grima: *muttering something to Bema*

Lift: *goes down*

Lift: *comes to a halt on the bottom floor and door dings open*

Gelgannel: *standing there with Ar* Idril!

Idril: *glances over slowly* o.o Gel! *gets up, a bit shaky, and stumbles out to cling to him*

Gelgannel: *catches her* ...did you really try to murder someone?

Idril: I didn't!

Idril: *clings*

Grima: uggh... *pulls himself up*

Aredhel: *holds out a hand to him* You're safe now. Do you need a healer?

Grima: 'm fine... *takes her hand after a moment's hesitation* I um. I brought these maps for the king

Turgon: *comes to grab his daughter away from Gel into a hug* Sorry about that *pecks Idril's cheeks* How was your adventure?

Idril: *CLINGS* I thought I was going to DIE, dad! *clings tighter* And HE kept disrespecting me! *doesn't even let go to point to Grima*

Aredhel: *nods to Grima* We'll look at them once we're inside.

Turgon: the tiny human I saw you trying to kill?

Turgon: that was interesting to see

Grima: *gets behind Ar when Idril brings him up*

Idril: I didn't try to kill him!

Grima: *most dignified not at all shrieky voice* You choked me!

Turgon: what was even going on in there? *rubs Idril's back*

Idril: He kept being disrespectful, dad, and he wouldn't apologize, and he kept calling me a woman!

Turgon: *had a 'you will apologize' moment all ready to go to say to Grima until that last part where his brain trips up* Sweetie, you are a woman.

Idril: I'm an elf!

Turgon: you're a girl elf.

Turgon: I know your mother told you this. I'm sure she did

Idril: But I'm still an elf! Woman means girl human!

Turgon: is this a human phobia thing?

Grima: *trying to give the scrolls to Ar so he can run the hell away now*

Turgon: we need to do something about your anthrophobia

Idril: *angry hmph and just holds onto him*

Turgon: *rubs her back* Sorry about the lift. I am

Idril: *shaking a little still* I thought I was going to DIE, dad *softly*

Turgon: *hugs her tight* I'm sorry, sweetie. You're safe

Idril: *clings*

Grima: Please, just take them *to Aredhel* I've got to get going

Aredhel: All right. *takes the scrolls from him, glancing at Turgon*

Turgon: *little nod, figuring that his daughter just had hysterics in the elevator and figures a strangling is enough for any rudeness*

Grima: *darts off*

Gelgannel: *pats Idril's shoulder awkwardly*

Idril: *puts one arm around Gel, too, hugging him to her as well*

Aredhel: *small smile and rubs her niece's back*


I'M NOT DEAD! And don't you say a word about me hugging Gel. I was distraught and familiar faces bring comfort. >.>