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gondolindrim2013-02-27 10:38 pm
forging_gold) wrote in gondolindrim2013-02-27 10:38 pm
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He's not exploding anything. Good.
Maglor: *knocks on Fëanor's door*
Fëanor: *calls* Come in.
Maglor: *opens the door* Father?
Fëanor: Oh, Kanafinwë! Come in!
Maglor: How are you?
Fëanor: Very well, thank you. *working on a sword*
Maglor: Another sword? *not surprised but...*
Fëanor: Oh yes, for Findaráto. *but the rest of the arsenal is gone*
Maglor: Findaráto? *didn't think his cousin would be the type to...well, talk to Fëanor at all; looking around* Did you finally give the rest of those swords to Turukáno?
Fëanor: *nods* I did, yes. He seemed pleased. And I met Findaráto, and offered to give him a sword. *well, for certain values of "offered"*
Maglor: Good... *arches an eyebrow; has been around long enough to know that with Fëanor things don't get offered* Offered?
Fëanor: Yes. Well. He needed a better sword.
Maglor: *refrains from arching an eyebrow* I see...
Fëanor: *vague look in his eyes* Things are dangerous in this city. He needs protection.
Maglor: *sighs at the crypticness* Have you still been getting those...feelings or what-have-you?
Fëanor: Yes. *doesn't mean to be cryptic; in fact, wishes he could be clearer* They are getting stronger - I fear worst things may happen.
Maglor: Worse than serial murder?
Fëanor: *sheathes the sword and glances at him* I know I sound mad, Kanafinwë. But things are wrong here.
Maglor: I'm more curious as to what you expect will happen. *not that he himself can't think of quite a few things*
Fëanor: *frustrated sigh* I wish I knew.
Maglor: So what will you do now?
Fëanor: Well, I want to bring the sword to Findaráto. He needs protection, I think.
Maglor: I meant your next project... *but confused* You keep saying that.
Fëanor: Oh, that. *shifty eyes* I have some ideas, yes.
Maglor: Ideas for what?
Fëanor: For my next project.
Maglor: Go on...
Fëanor: I was thinking about a communication device...
Maglor: A communication device? Really?
Fëanor: Well they have these things called phones? I can't make those - we don't have the materials here. But perhaps something similar.
Maglor: I hear they're working on phones in the House of Artificers. So then what are you making, if not a phone?
Fëanor: I haven't started yet, but something smaller. I'll be using gemstones.
Maglor: *intrigued* Like palantiri?
Fëanor: *nods* Yes... like those, but smaller.
Maglor: Huh.
Fëanor: It will be a challenge!
Maglor: *grins* I'm sure.
Fëanor: You can test them out with me.
Maglor: Sure.
Fëanor: *beams* Good!
Maglor: Shall I leave you to it?
Fëanor: Yes, I just want to finish up the sword, so I can bring it to Findaráto today.
Maglor: *nods; what is this obsession with Findaráto? hopes its nothing like what happened with Artanis* Let me know when you've got a working...jewel-phone.
Fëanor: I will. *leans back over the sword, putting some finishing touches on the sheath*
Maglor: *lets himself out*
Fëanor: *mutters* Goodbye. *already absorbed in his work*
Well, phone-like gem communication devices sound much more comforting than a number of things I could imagine him working on...
Fëanor: *calls* Come in.
Maglor: *opens the door* Father?
Fëanor: Oh, Kanafinwë! Come in!
Maglor: How are you?
Fëanor: Very well, thank you. *working on a sword*
Maglor: Another sword? *not surprised but...*
Fëanor: Oh yes, for Findaráto. *but the rest of the arsenal is gone*
Maglor: Findaráto? *didn't think his cousin would be the type to...well, talk to Fëanor at all; looking around* Did you finally give the rest of those swords to Turukáno?
Fëanor: *nods* I did, yes. He seemed pleased. And I met Findaráto, and offered to give him a sword. *well, for certain values of "offered"*
Maglor: Good... *arches an eyebrow; has been around long enough to know that with Fëanor things don't get offered* Offered?
Fëanor: Yes. Well. He needed a better sword.
Maglor: *refrains from arching an eyebrow* I see...
Fëanor: *vague look in his eyes* Things are dangerous in this city. He needs protection.
Maglor: *sighs at the crypticness* Have you still been getting those...feelings or what-have-you?
Fëanor: Yes. *doesn't mean to be cryptic; in fact, wishes he could be clearer* They are getting stronger - I fear worst things may happen.
Maglor: Worse than serial murder?
Fëanor: *sheathes the sword and glances at him* I know I sound mad, Kanafinwë. But things are wrong here.
Maglor: I'm more curious as to what you expect will happen. *not that he himself can't think of quite a few things*
Fëanor: *frustrated sigh* I wish I knew.
Maglor: So what will you do now?
Fëanor: Well, I want to bring the sword to Findaráto. He needs protection, I think.
Maglor: I meant your next project... *but confused* You keep saying that.
Fëanor: Oh, that. *shifty eyes* I have some ideas, yes.
Maglor: Ideas for what?
Fëanor: For my next project.
Maglor: Go on...
Fëanor: I was thinking about a communication device...
Maglor: A communication device? Really?
Fëanor: Well they have these things called phones? I can't make those - we don't have the materials here. But perhaps something similar.
Maglor: I hear they're working on phones in the House of Artificers. So then what are you making, if not a phone?
Fëanor: I haven't started yet, but something smaller. I'll be using gemstones.
Maglor: *intrigued* Like palantiri?
Fëanor: *nods* Yes... like those, but smaller.
Maglor: Huh.
Fëanor: It will be a challenge!
Maglor: *grins* I'm sure.
Fëanor: You can test them out with me.
Maglor: Sure.
Fëanor: *beams* Good!
Maglor: Shall I leave you to it?
Fëanor: Yes, I just want to finish up the sword, so I can bring it to Findaráto today.
Maglor: *nods; what is this obsession with Findaráto? hopes its nothing like what happened with Artanis* Let me know when you've got a working...jewel-phone.
Fëanor: I will. *leans back over the sword, putting some finishing touches on the sheath*
Maglor: *lets himself out*
Fëanor: *mutters* Goodbye. *already absorbed in his work*
Well, phone-like gem communication devices sound much more comforting than a number of things I could imagine him working on...