Busy busy busy

[gelgannel]

King's working himself into a tizzy and apparently there's corpses all under my feet. Wonderful.



Gelgannel: *running around getting things organized for Turgon's 'I'm so glad you're not dead Finrod, but Lio is kinda close to it so I can't focus on you right now' welcome*

Idril: *heard that Finrod was back safe and going up to find them to congratulate, and also to check on uncle Lio, and runs into Gel as he rushes around a corner, almost falling* Ack!


Gelgannel: *drops his clipboard and catches Idril* princess!

Idril: *grabs his shoulders to steady herself, then lets go of him and brushes her dress down* Why are you in such a hurry you're running around corners?

Gelgannel: king's work, I'm afraid. *bends down to grab his clipboard* I'm sure you've heard about the captain of the guard. *trying to sound businesslike*

Idril: I heard, yes. How is he doing? I need to see him. And dad. And uncle Finrod

Gelgannel: well, I don't really know. I'm just organizing your father's schedule. I need to get down to the blacksmith's guild and calm down Rog

Gelgannel: he's angry that your father's not coming to see him *again*

Idril: Why?

Gelgannel: well, he wants to see the captain today

Idril: So, what does that have to do with dad?

Gelgannel: no, no. Your father wants to see the captain and he's not seeing Rog. Look, come with me and I'll give you his schedule, I have a feeling you'd like to know it

Idril: *sighs* Okay. *picks up his clipboard and hands it over*

Gelgannel: *walks with her out of the palace* I'm very tired of the heads of all the houses in this city refusing to deal with lowly messengers when your father has to cancel. The phone system can't come online soon enough

Idril: You must be really busy...

Gelgannel: I'm always busy. They just make me busier.

Idril: That's what I meant. How's dad doing? He's been holed up so long now, I'm worried about him.

Gelgannel: well, your father's stressed, obviously, and was working himself into a circle over what to deal with first. That's why I'm organizing things now so he can just see his friend and cousin

Idril: *nods* Okay. So tell me how I can help, then.

Gelgannel: well, he's torn between focusing on Finrod of Lio, so if you could go to Finrod and I can tell him that he's covered for now?

Idril: Yeah, I can do that. Where is he, in his rooms?

Gelgannel: He should be. *approaching the blacksmith guild*

Idril: okay. *tosses her hair over her shoulder* Tell dad I'm taking care of it.

Gelgannel: thanks *smiles at her* that's a load off

Idril: No worries. And you should take a breather, too

Gelgannel: I will when I can, princess. I've got to go play messenger now. *bows to her*

Idril: *slight nod and goes off*

Comments

[finrod]

*barely recognizes Idril, she's so much older than he remembers!*

[idril]

*smiles when she sees him* Hi, uncle Finrod. *goes to sit by him on his bed, feeling familiar with him since Turgon still talks about him all the time* How are you feeling?

[finrod]

Idril! *smiles* I am well. Look at you, you look so grown up...

[idril]

*grins* People do that, uncle. *leans over to kiss his cheek* We were really worried about you. I'm glad you're safe now.

[finrod]

I know, I know! I just missed most of it. But I am glad too. Now we can catch those responsible for the murders.

[idril]

*nods and picks up his injured arm carefully to look over it* The way dad was going on about it, I thought you'd be in much, much worse condition, uncle. *sets his arm down again gently* I'm not complaining, though! I'm glad you're not.

[finrod]

*smiles* Your father has a tendency to worry overmuch! It may be ghastly, but it's hardly life-threatening. What have you been up to? I'd heard you'd hid yourself away.

[idril]

I know, he does worry too much. *kisses his cheek again*

I... did. For a while. When people started popping up in my city without rhyme or reason, I hid away. I mean, all those humans and other races! I'm getting better, though, and coming out regularly. I even made a human friend!

[finrod]

Oh good! I think the humans are terribly interesting.

[idril]

Do you know many of them?

[finrod]

No, not many. So many of them seem to keep to themselves! Maybe they are awed by us. *grins*

[idril]

*laughs* Probably. I did scare one because he was disrespectful and annoying. Dad scolded me for that one.

[finrod]

*amused* Idril!

[idril]

What! He was so rude! *pouts*

[finrod]

Oh, well, I suppose if he was rude, then terrorizing is okay. *teasing*

[idril]

*grins* I knew you'd understand! *hugs him*

[finrod]

*chuckles and kisses her forehead* Well, I know you suffer no indignity.

[idril]

It's true. If he'd just apologized, I wouldn't have scared him so much.

You're going to take a good, long rest now, right? No strenuous activity for a while?

[finrod]

Now you sound like your father. I will return to duties soon.

[idril]

What ARE your duties, uncle? I don't remember dad ever mentioning.

[finrod]

They are top secret, of course. I try to advise your father on council, and work with the guard.

[idril]

Oh! No more guard work for you. *firm nod* Until you're healed. Council stuff is okay, though. *grins*

[finrod]

*amused* 'Tis a burn, Idril, not a break. But I shall try to take it easy, for you.

[idril]

*smiles* See, I always get my way. *hugs him again, sobering just a moment* Thank you. I don't want you to get more hurt and I know dad would be worried, too.

[finrod]

I know. *squeezes her hand* Most of the guard work I'll be doing in the coming days won't be active duty. If I injure myself with pen and paper, well...

[idril]

*laughs again* Don't worry, dad occasionally does that too.