Yaban (
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gondolindrim2013-03-03 02:19 pm
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Oh, hey, a princess
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.