Oh, hey, a princess

[yaban]

Idril: *still unsettled about her supposed future with a human, so goes to the House of History to read about it*

Yaban: *has been run off to another part of the House near the entrance after teasing Grima a bit too much about his elevator incident*

Idril: *sees him and calls out* you! Human! Where would I find my future story?

Yaban: Human? *looks around* No one named that around here

Idril: you're a human, aren't you?


Yaban: Oh, yes. But it's not my name

Idril: *exasperated sigh* What is your name?

Yaban: *grins and bows* Yaban, ma'am

Idril: *sighs* Yaban, then. Where would I find my future?

Yaban: when are you from? *straightens up and adjusts his cloak*

Idril: *raises her eyebrow* From now. I'm the princess.

Yaban: ...ah. *extremely awkward 'I just sassed the princess' look*

Idril: Mmph. Well?

Idril: *crosses her arms, looking at him*

Yaban: Please follow me, princess. *turns quickly to take her to the right shelves*

Idril: *follows him, looking around, doesn't come here much* Hm

Yaban: what part of your history do you wish to know?

Grima: *panic noise when he spots her*

Yaban: :D!

Idril: *glares at Grima* HE works here?

Yaban: Pretty sure.

Idril: Ugh. Get rid of him, please.

Yaban: I'm not the boss, but I might have just become your friend for life

Idril: *confused look at him* Why?

Yaban: Ah, nevermind. Here we go. *pulls out the relevant text, it's not very long*

Idril: Hm. *sits with the text, flipping through it, and lets out an exasperated noise* it doesn't say anywhere!

Yaban: say what, princess?

Idril: WHY I marry a human! *not concerned right now that it's so short*

Yaban: don't elves marry for love?

Idril: But how could I love a human?

Yaban: I'm told we're not totally irredeemable.

Idril: *wrinkles her nose* Most of the ones I've met were incredibly rude.

Yaban: Please don't blame Grima on us. I think he's his own species

Idril: Mmn. Do you know this man? *points to Tuor's name*

Yaban: not personally. And not really through history. My people haven't had a lot to do with your type of elf

Idril: *sighs* I want to know why he would have been worthy to marry.

Yaban: *takes the book to look it over* Your father certainly liked him. Considered him like a son

Idril: I read that, yes. WHAT could have been so great about him!

Yaban: He was a good person?

Idril: but human!

Yaban: the horror. *drily*

Idril: Well, yes! *taps her lips with a finger* And short-lived.

Yaban: well, I can't argue that one

Idril: *sighs and shakes her head* I just don't understand it!

Yaban: I suppose you'll have to wait until you meet him

Idril: it might not happen now!

Yaban: alas, for young love

Idril: *hmphs softly, looking thoughtful and a bit distraught*

Yaban: are you okay?

Idril: Hm? Yes, it's just... confusing.

Yaban: well, it's not like you HAVE to marry a human now. Not that we're that bad

Idril: Mmn. Tell that to Grima.

Yaban: I keep telling you, I think he's some sort of albino rat

Idril: *laughs at that, surprised she's finding a human funny* That's possible. So who is a good example of your species here?

Yaban: I'm told I have my good qualities

Idril: oh?

Yaban: Oh yes. And I keep a clean kitchen

Idril: well, I suppose that's important...

Yaban: and I'm fairly skilled with a poleaxe

Idril: you were a warrior?

Yaban: conscripted soldier. I'm really a historian

Idril: Ah, hence why you're here and not in the guard.

Yaban: sometimes I consider a change in career whenever Grima opens his mouth *leans against the table*

Idril: *laughs* To what?

Yaban: guard. Anything but House of History

Idril: Hm. I wonder if I could have him reappointed elsewhere...

Yaban: *joking* are you trying to seduce me?

Idril: *little grin, quite not hating this particular human* That's all it takes?

Yaban: Apparently you gave him a beating after knowing him for minutes. Imagine working with him for months

Idril: *shudders* True. He should be hidden away.

Yaban: what did he do, anyway? Normally he settles for just being snide

Idril: he was rude. Disrespectful, refused to apologize. *matter of fact, as if that's such a huge crime*

Yaban: *blinks, from her reactions he thought Grima had groped her or something*

Idril: *looks over the book again* All he had to do was apologize. *shrugs*

Yaban: you're a fierce woman

Idril: *cringes not quite visibly at "woman" and nods* I take after some of my uncles.

Yaban: them I know about.

Idril: Most everyone does. But I didn't mean the crazy Feanorians.

Yaban: who then?

Idril: Uncle Finrod, uncle Fingon, and actually my aunt Artanis, too.

Yaban: Don't know this ones

Idril: *nods* Fingon is my dad's brother. Finrod and Artanis are grandfather Finarfin's kids.

Yaban: I wonder what it's like to be an immortal elf and not having such an accomplished family

Idril: *shrugs* Quiet, probably.

Yaban: makes sense

Idril: *smiles* yes! But not nearly so fun

Idril: well, except the passing.

Yaban: ah, yes.

Idril: *sighs, missing her mom* Stupid Feanorians

Yaban: I'm sorry. Have you found what you needed in the book?

Idril: Not everything. But maybe that's not an answer I can find.

Yaban: these histories weren't written by the people who experienced them, for the most part. I mean, me and Grima wrote about our times, and then we had to talk about what we'd only heard

Idril: *slight nod* I understand. Are you from a future farther away than anyone else here?

Yaban: Apparently I ended up here right before all the evil was vanquished

Idril: oh. Interesting.

Idril: what evil?

Yaban: You've got Melkor. Well, he had a sidekick named Sauron who causes a lot of trouble in the future

Idril: oh. What about Melkor?

Yaban: ...that evil god you have a hidden city to hide from?

Idril: No, I mean what happened to him in the future? Why is his sidekick doing the evil?

Yaban: oh, he gets defeated

Yaban: and I guess evil goes on

Idril: *frowns* That doesn't sound very hopeful

Yaban: Hey, like I said, apparently he gets blown up right after I disappear. I won't take responsibility

Idril: hm. *nods and gets up* Thank you for your help.

Yaban: come back anytime. I'll be happy to play personal librarian for you

Idril: *small smile* Thanks. *waves and heads off* Huh.



She seems like a nice girl. But that may be bias from her traumatizing Grima and me ignoring the blatant racism.