Yes, I'm being a bigot, but can we PLEASE TALK ABOUT HOW I WAS WRONGED

[princetheoden]

So obviously talking to her was no good, because Nuala's a jerk. I wish I knew what the hell was getting into Dagnir about her.



Theoden: *joined by Dagnir as he storms from Nuala's shop to Feanor's forge* --and she was mocking me and I was just trying to fix things and where did that horrible letter even come from?

Dagnir:: *somehow looks shiftier* mroowl

Theoden: *knocks*

Fëanor: Come in.


Theoden: *steps inside, dodging Dagnir* Hey, Feanor. I got framed as a sex pervert today

Fëanor: Well, that's a change of pace. *keeps working*

Theoden: I know. *flops down on the workbench to watch Feanor* That Dunlending I told you about. Someone sent her a creepy letter in my name. I just got a look at it before coming here. *shudders* It was like dirty talk from orcs

Dagnir:: ... *grooms himself*

Fëanor: That seems unfortunate for her.

Theoden: well, yes, her too. But I went to talk to her about it and she mocked me for trying to buy gloves from her store, so I'm not feeling too pitying right now. She did assure me, unprompted, she wasn't going to eat
Dagnir:. I don't know what's wrong with Dagnir, he's got lots of meat

Dagnir:: !!

Fëanor: *so much talk; tries to work through it all and pick out an important piece* First, the cat-eating thing is nonsense. Second, why in the world would you try to buy gloves, and third, why were you even there?

Theoden: People eat cats! Dunlendings eat cats!

Theoden: *focuses*

Theoden: I went there to see the letter I was accused of writing, and then she said that a certain amount of visits and you had to buy something. *shrugs* She wasn't serious, but there were a nice pair of gloves, and it gets cold on night patrol.

Fëanor: Don't you think it would have been a better idea to stay away from her?

Theoden: I wanted to know about the letter. It was HORRIBLE. I can see why she was furious.

Fëanor: *nods*

Theoden: but she can't be that smart. I mean, it called me 'Theoden the red fur human'

Theoden: why in Arda would I call myself that?

Dagnir:: *scoots under the bench*

Fëanor: *hard look at Dagnir*

Dagnir:: *meow?*

Fëanor: *keeps his suspicions to himself for the moment*

Theoden: *recites a bit from the letter, blushing hard*

Fëanor: Yes, that sounds horrible. I can see why she's upset.

Theoden: I don't know why someone would frame me. And I AM going to stay away from her.

Dagnir:: >.o *not if he can help it*

Fëanor: I think that's the best thing you can do.

Theoden: *sighs* of course, if more letters turn up, then actual guard stuff is gonna have to happen.

Fëanor: *nods*

Theoden: *picks up Dagnir to cuddle, resting his chin on Dagnir's head* I don't like it. It makes me feel weird

Fëanor: Well, people don't like being falsely accused. Of writing letter. Or cat-eating. Or what have you.

Theoden: yes, I'm getting the hints about accusing Nuala

Fëanor: Good.

Theoden: you were very subtle

Fëanor: *ignores and works on something*

Theoden: you're on my side, right, Dagnir? *plays with his paws*

Dagnir:: *purrs*

Fëanor: I am not NOT on your side. *working away* I am just looking at the larger picture.

Theoden: I guess. What are you making?

Fëanor: Nothing exactly. Just working on some metal.

Theoden: Okay. *thinks, still toying with Dagnir's paws* So, we've established I'm going to stop accusing Nuala of things in general. And I've decided I'm going to keep an eye out for whoever would want to frame me

Fëanor: I think that's a good plan. *glances at Dagnir discreetly*

Dagnir:: *grooming Theo's braid and not looking at Feanor*

Theoden: I guess I could fit in spending time with my boyfriend in there

Fëanor: Probably.

Theoden: I heard they brought the phones online. I suppose you already have one

Fëanor: Not yet. I have hopes.

Theoden: 'm gonna get one because I'm a guard. *pleased* sooner than the others, because I do patrol

Fëanor: That's a nice perk.

Theoden: it's so I can call in to say if I find an orc, so at least people know about it before I die

Fëanor: *considers* That seems like a good idea.

Theoden: I thought so. Are you done with that metal? *hopeful*

Fëanor: I can take a break

Theoden: good. It's nice watching you work, but I'm feeling lonely

Fëanor: Lonely? *laughs* I'm right here. *putting things away*

Theoden: yeah, but not where I can feel you

Fëanor: Well, we can go into the house.

Theoden: that's part of my plan, yes

Fëanor: Come along then.

Theoden: *puts Dagnir on the floor and joins Feanor, tugging him down to kiss*

Fëanor: *kisses* Come inside. *locks up the workshop.