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gondolindrim2013-03-03 02:59 pm
turgonthewise) wrote in gondolindrim2013-03-03 02:59 pm
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Where is Finrod?
Turgon: *has just sent Maeglin back to his sister for his nap and is taking a break with his puppy*
Gelgannel: *writing up the notes for the day*
Ecthelion: *to Gelgannel* Is he available, Gel?
Gelgannel: He seems to be after a human. *doesn't look up*
Ecthelion: *taken aback* What?
Gelgannel: *realizes that he should be paying way more attention to surroundings* Uh, the king's inside. I'll buzz him. *hits the intercom button* Sir, the captain of the guard is here to see you
Turgon: send him in!
Ecthelion: *still not used to that intercom, goes in* Boss
Turgon: shut the door!
Ecthelion: *does*
Idril3: *decided to make a run for it*
Idril3: *bonks into the door*
Ecthelion: Hi puppy. *pets*
Turgon: you're just going to make your face flatter, little guy
Idril3: *nuzzles Lio's hand*
Turgon: you're here too early for the usual report. What's up?
Ecthelion: I'm looking for Finrod. He didn't show up for work today. I went to his rooms, but he's not there.
Turgon: he hasn't been by here. Which is a shame, I got the best outfit to show him
Ecthelion: Hmm. So you haven't seen him?
Turgon: not a sign of him
Ecthelion: Oh. Huh.
Turgon: I'm assuming it's not his day off
Ecthelion: No. And he's usually good about letting me know if something comes up.
Turgon: *gets up, holding Idril3* That's... well, I don't like that.
Ecthelion: No. Especially after his encounter with the murderers, no.
Turgon: I'd like you to find him
Ecthelion: I think that's a good idea.
Fëanor: *meanwhile, approaches Gelgannel with a sword in his hand* I need to speak to Turukáno.
Gelgannel: Uh, what is the nature of your visit?
Gelgannel: *eyes on the sword*
Fëanor: I have a bad feeling!
Gelgannel: Ah. Well then. *hits the intercom* Sir, your uncle is here to see you
Turgon: oh lord. *hits the button* Send him in, Gel.
Gelgannel: Sir, you may enter
Fëanor: *strides in, sword in hand*
Ecthelion: *eyes*
Turgon: I'm hoping this isn't an assassination attempt. I'm having enough problems right now, and you shouldn't do it in front of the puppy
Fëanor: *scoffs* You'd be dead now if I wanted to kill you.
Ecthelion: Not comforting.
Turgon: you're such a kind uncle. Why do you have a sword?
Fëanor: It's for Finderato. I cannot find him.
Ecthelion: Join the club.
Turgon: oh, he told me you wanted to make him one. Okay. Lio, please go find my cousin. Current orders
Fëanor: I think something's wrong. The city is agitated.
Ecthelion: *oh great*
Turgon: My city's only mind is its people, and yes, they're getting upset with the murders. We're not used to that since 'the incident'. *looks at Feanor*
Fëanor: You're wrong about your city, but you're right that Finderato needs to be found right away. He's in danger.
Turgon: Lio? *in a 'I am your friend but I gave you orders' tone*
Ecthelion: *staring at Fëanor* Wait... Finrod told me you've been having these feelings about the city. Can you show us where they are strongest?
Turgon: I think we should focus more on a search party here.
Fëanor: *considers them both* Yes. Come with me. *turns on his heel and leaves*
Turgon: Or that. Go on, Lio. Do your best
Ecthelion: Boss, I will, but... maybe we should listen to him? Give us a place to start?
Turgon: I trust your judgement. *frowning*
Ecthelion: Come along with us. *follows Fëanor, stopping at the desk to tell Gelgannel to send a message to Boromir about organizing a search*
Turgon: *follows, also stopping at Gelgannel's desk but just to give him the puppy* So, what do you think of the idea of the city having feelings?
Gelgannel: yes, sirs. *looks at the dog with distaste*
Ecthelion: *shrugs* I don't know, stranger things have happened. *follows Fëanor who is striding along*
Turgon: *keeps up, will talk the 'maybe he's going insane again' when Feanor's actually out of hearing*
Fëanor: *pauses* Here. I feel the upset strongly, here.
Ecthelion: *nods* This is one of the murder scenes. *looks around*
Turgon: I'm sorry, I don't feel anything
Ecthelion: I don't either. *making notes of everything he sees, though*
Fëanor: *leads them to where each body was found in turn*
Turgon: *getting antsy, worried about his cousin*
Ecthelion: Huh. I hadn't notice this.
Turgon: noticed what?
Ecthelion: All the places where the bodies where found. They're on a straight line....
Fëanor: *stops in the King's Square* This is where I met Finderato... this is where the feeling is the strongest.
Ecthelion: *looking around, spots the rose tile, goes to peer at it*
Turgon: *crouches down to look too, touching it with his hand* I don't remember if there was any significance behind these tiles. Do you think it's relevant?
Ecthelion: There's one of these tiles at each of the body sites. And here, where he feels this the strongest....
Turgon: I really swear that the magic put into this city did not relate to living sacrifice.
Ecthelion: Hopefully not. Still. Gives us something to start looking for. *straightens up* Thanks, Fëanor. I have to get to the guardhouse. *rushes off*
Fëanor: *nods and looks at Turgon* Bad magic here, nephew.
Turgon: mnnng. Uncle, I have a request for you
Fëanor: Yes?
Turgon: would you go and help Ecthelion, if he's doing a rescue? I want Finrod back safely
Fëanor: *looks him over, then nods* I will volunteer my time.
Turgon: *relieved look* Thank you. And thank you, for helping.
Fëanor: You're welcome. We'll find him. *strides off, going to stop at his place to arm himself, and then join Ecthelion and the guards in searching*
I'm just going to sit here and stress drink a lot of tea. I hope it turns out he's just off with Celegorm or something.
And what the hell is my uncle going on about with my city?
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