gondolindrim | In which I... wrote a letter? Wait, no I didn't

Dagnir: *sits with a pencil in his mouth and tries to write a love poem from Theo to Nuala*

Dagnir: *but being a cat and Dagnir, it's unspeakably weird and filthy*

Dagnir: *and messily written*

Dagnir: *delivers to Nuala*

Nuala: *takes the note and looks at it*

Yaban: *preparing for her reading lesson that night*

Nuala: *can read that it has her name on it, otherwise, blank stare*

Nuala: *to Yaban* This was just delivered to me, but it's… *she shrugs as if to say, 'you know, written with words and stuff.'*

Yaban: *takes it* Well, it'll be a good first lesso-- *reads the first half* oh my god

Nuala: *curious* What? What does it say?

Yaban: I really really don't want to say

Yaban: *bright red*

Nuala: *blinks*

Nuala: I think I probably ought to know what it says.

Yaban: don't slap me, I'm just the scribe. *starts saying what Dagnir wrote, with what a cat thinks is romantic*

Nuala: *turns red and gradually looks more and more horrified*

Yaban: signed... Theoden, the red fur human

Nuala: I'm going to kill him.

Yaban: oh my GOD.

Yaban: I was joking about a Rohirrim HERE writing poetry and I didn't imagine anything like this!

Nuala: That's the filthiest thing I've ever heard, and I have heard some bawdy tales in my time.

Yaban: can we burn it?

Nuala: Not just yet. If you'll excuse me. My ravens will have tonight's lesson while I go deal with this.

Yaban: *little nod* okay

Nuala: *takes the note and storms off to find Theoden*

Theoden: *at the guardhouse*

Nuala: *comes in looking like a wrathful force of nature*

Rohirric Guards: *on alert*

Theoden: *chatting with one of them*

Nuala: *angry enough not to care about the fact that she's essentially surrounding herself with big dudes who could hurt her and probably would be pretty happy to do so*

Nuala: *stomps right up to Theoden and shoves his shoulder*

Theoden: whoa!

Rohirric Guard: *grabs Nuala* watch it, Dunlending. *growls, holding her hard enough to hurt* You don't assault a guard

Nuala: *doesn't let her expression change in spite of the pain, but instead holds up the letter* What in the bloody depths of hell do you think you're doing? Do you think this a joke??

Theoden: *completely confused* what?

Nuala: *waves the letter at him and twists herself out of the other guard's grip* This! This!

Theoden: what are you talking about!

Rohirric Guard: she's rabid. *grabs her again and moves to drag her out* either you leave or spend the night in the cells, Dunlending

Nuala: Unhand me! I am a citizen and I have a right to be here.

Rohirric Guard: *bark of laughter* the cells, then

Theoden: *so confused* I don't-- what's going on? *is out of her range now, in case she has a knife*

Nuala: Don't feign ignorance. Did you not write this piece of filth? Your cat delivered it to me and it has your name on it.

Nuala: *struggling against the guard's grip, properly furious at this point*

Theoden: ...cats don't deliver things. *focuses on this*

Rohirric Guard: *yanks her off to a cell, while some others are talking nastily about her within earshot. She had the bad luck to come during one of their gatherings*

Nuala: *throws a hateful look at Theoden and says something uncharitable about his parentage as she's being hauled away*

Theoden: *confused as hell, wishing he'd gotten to actually see the letter and gets out of the room where the Rohirric guards were meeting, starting to feel even worse from the things they're saying, the nicest being that she should be put in her place*