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gondolindrim2013-05-05 01:24 pm
turgonthewise) wrote in gondolindrim2013-05-05 01:24 pm
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There, I arranged the music.
Turgon: *sent a summons for Maglor and currently working on the latest load of paperwork Gelgannel brought him*
Maglor: *goes to Turgon's office* Hello?
Gelgannel: One moment. *hits the buzzer* Your cousin here to see you, sire.
Turgon: *from the box* Is it the right one?
Gelgannel: Yes, sire.
Turgon: Okay, don't hit the trapdoor and let him in.
Gelgannel: *gets up and opens the doors for Maglor*
Maglor: So nice to know I've been upgraded.
Gelgannel: I wouldn't know anything about that, sir. *sits down again*
Turgon: 'lo, Maglor.
Idril3: *runs over to greet, butt wagging*
Maglor: *goes in* Hello, Turu. *bends to scritch Idril3*
Idril3: *ecstatic*
Turgon: Take a seat, I'll be right with you.
Maglor: *sits, stretching out his legs*
Idril3: *tries to hop up into his lap*
Turgon: *sets aside his paperwork and goes to join* Enjoying the city?
Maglor: *lifts the pup onto his lap* Yes, thank you. It's quite diverse.
Turgon: That's good. I've got a job for you.
Maglor: Oh, do you now? You'd better hope I agree to it. Though I bet I know what it is.
Turgon: I'm willing to offer bribes if you're reluctant.
Maglor: Go on...
Turgon: I need someone exquisitely talented to play for the festival.
Maglor: I am that.
Turgon: So you will?
Maglor: Yes, I will. Who else have you asked?
Turgon: I always aim for the top and since Daeron's not here, I asked you.
Maglor: *indignant* I am far better than that Sinda. Besides, I require breaks, hence my question.
Turgon: Oh, of course there'll be other back up players. No, I thought you meant for headlining.
Maglor: Oh, no. *doesn't think Turgon is idiot enough to ask him to play second fiddle*
Turgon: Well, that's solved, and I didn't even need to bribe you.
Maglor: Oh, is this a cousinly favour I'm doing you?
Turgon: Do you do those?
Maglor: *shrugs, smiling carelessly* Sometimes.
Turgon: Bit different from your brother, then. *gets up to pour them cups of coffee*
Maglor: Which one?
Turgon: *darkly* Celegorm.
Maglor: Ah. Well, yes, Tyelkormo and I are quite different in many ways.
Turgon: That's why I actually like you, when I'm not full of simmering hate for Fëanorians in general.
Maglor: There are times when you're not full of simmering hate?
Turgon: Usually right after my first coffee of the day. *serves*
Maglor: Thank you. Well, that's good. Hate is tiring. *sips his coffee*
Turgon: I'm trying to work past it. Someone keeps taunting me, FOR SOME REASON.
Maglor: *hides a smile in his mug*
Turgon: Harumph. *drinks his coffee, frowning mightily while rubbing Idril3's head*
Idril3: *happy pant*
Maglor: Any specific music you want?
Turgon: Something about nature's renewal and all that rubbish. Or something to make them dance. I've got some dwarf and human bands playing as well.
Maglor: Dance music, noted. *as if to himself* And nature's renewal if I want to annoy Turukáno... Got it.
Turgon: It doesn't annoy me!
Maglor: Well, you said rubbish. *grins*
Turgon: *little poke* Harumph.
Maglor: Fine, fine, not rubbish then.
Turgon: Do you want to know what I would have bribed you with?
Maglor: Yes.
Turgon: *pulls a phone out of his pocket* This.
Maglor: Is that one of your phones?
Turgon: It is indeed.
Maglor: *holds out his hand*
Turgon: *hands it over for inspection*
Maglor: *examines it* So you won't let me keep it?
Turgon: Unless you've decided you need a bribe.
Maglor: Perhaps since I agreed to a cousinly favour, you should give it to me as a cousinly gift.
Turgon: Consider it yours. It has some music engraved on the back. The song I kept making you play when I was young.
Maglor: *turns it over* So it is! I am surprised you remember.
Turgon: *awkward shrug* Well. Well. Just enjoy the phone.
Maglor: I will, I'm sure. Thanks.
Turgon: The ring scares Celegorm. Just letting you know.
Maglor: *laughs* That's a dangerous bit of information.
Turgon: *sweet smile*
Maglor: I'll be sure to remember it, lest he ever annoy me.
Turgon: Glad to share. *puts his cup aside and picks up Idril3 to give kisses*
Maglor: Anything else you'd have of me?
Turgon: *considering look*
Turgon: *shakes his head* No, you've left me quite satisfied.
Maglor: Well, anything you think of, let me know. And don't overwork.
Turgon: *salutes* Yes, sir.
Idril3: *gives Maglor a puppysnuggle*
Maglor: *petpet* See you later, little pup!
Maglor: *goes to Turgon's office* Hello?
Gelgannel: One moment. *hits the buzzer* Your cousin here to see you, sire.
Turgon: *from the box* Is it the right one?
Gelgannel: Yes, sire.
Turgon: Okay, don't hit the trapdoor and let him in.
Gelgannel: *gets up and opens the doors for Maglor*
Maglor: So nice to know I've been upgraded.
Gelgannel: I wouldn't know anything about that, sir. *sits down again*
Turgon: 'lo, Maglor.
Idril3: *runs over to greet, butt wagging*
Maglor: *goes in* Hello, Turu. *bends to scritch Idril3*
Idril3: *ecstatic*
Turgon: Take a seat, I'll be right with you.
Maglor: *sits, stretching out his legs*
Idril3: *tries to hop up into his lap*
Turgon: *sets aside his paperwork and goes to join* Enjoying the city?
Maglor: *lifts the pup onto his lap* Yes, thank you. It's quite diverse.
Turgon: That's good. I've got a job for you.
Maglor: Oh, do you now? You'd better hope I agree to it. Though I bet I know what it is.
Turgon: I'm willing to offer bribes if you're reluctant.
Maglor: Go on...
Turgon: I need someone exquisitely talented to play for the festival.
Maglor: I am that.
Turgon: So you will?
Maglor: Yes, I will. Who else have you asked?
Turgon: I always aim for the top and since Daeron's not here, I asked you.
Maglor: *indignant* I am far better than that Sinda. Besides, I require breaks, hence my question.
Turgon: Oh, of course there'll be other back up players. No, I thought you meant for headlining.
Maglor: Oh, no. *doesn't think Turgon is idiot enough to ask him to play second fiddle*
Turgon: Well, that's solved, and I didn't even need to bribe you.
Maglor: Oh, is this a cousinly favour I'm doing you?
Turgon: Do you do those?
Maglor: *shrugs, smiling carelessly* Sometimes.
Turgon: Bit different from your brother, then. *gets up to pour them cups of coffee*
Maglor: Which one?
Turgon: *darkly* Celegorm.
Maglor: Ah. Well, yes, Tyelkormo and I are quite different in many ways.
Turgon: That's why I actually like you, when I'm not full of simmering hate for Fëanorians in general.
Maglor: There are times when you're not full of simmering hate?
Turgon: Usually right after my first coffee of the day. *serves*
Maglor: Thank you. Well, that's good. Hate is tiring. *sips his coffee*
Turgon: I'm trying to work past it. Someone keeps taunting me, FOR SOME REASON.
Maglor: *hides a smile in his mug*
Turgon: Harumph. *drinks his coffee, frowning mightily while rubbing Idril3's head*
Idril3: *happy pant*
Maglor: Any specific music you want?
Turgon: Something about nature's renewal and all that rubbish. Or something to make them dance. I've got some dwarf and human bands playing as well.
Maglor: Dance music, noted. *as if to himself* And nature's renewal if I want to annoy Turukáno... Got it.
Turgon: It doesn't annoy me!
Maglor: Well, you said rubbish. *grins*
Turgon: *little poke* Harumph.
Maglor: Fine, fine, not rubbish then.
Turgon: Do you want to know what I would have bribed you with?
Maglor: Yes.
Turgon: *pulls a phone out of his pocket* This.
Maglor: Is that one of your phones?
Turgon: It is indeed.
Maglor: *holds out his hand*
Turgon: *hands it over for inspection*
Maglor: *examines it* So you won't let me keep it?
Turgon: Unless you've decided you need a bribe.
Maglor: Perhaps since I agreed to a cousinly favour, you should give it to me as a cousinly gift.
Turgon: Consider it yours. It has some music engraved on the back. The song I kept making you play when I was young.
Maglor: *turns it over* So it is! I am surprised you remember.
Turgon: *awkward shrug* Well. Well. Just enjoy the phone.
Maglor: I will, I'm sure. Thanks.
Turgon: The ring scares Celegorm. Just letting you know.
Maglor: *laughs* That's a dangerous bit of information.
Turgon: *sweet smile*
Maglor: I'll be sure to remember it, lest he ever annoy me.
Turgon: Glad to share. *puts his cup aside and picks up Idril3 to give kisses*
Maglor: Anything else you'd have of me?
Turgon: *considering look*
Turgon: *shakes his head* No, you've left me quite satisfied.
Maglor: Well, anything you think of, let me know. And don't overwork.
Turgon: *salutes* Yes, sir.
Idril3: *gives Maglor a puppysnuggle*
Maglor: *petpet* See you later, little pup!
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