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gondolindrim2012-12-09 02:59 pm
turgonthewise) wrote in gondolindrim2012-12-09 02:59 pm
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In which a silmaril was briefly my problem
Will today have another crisis?
Turgon: *looking at his completed paperwork and feeling on top of things*
Ecthelion: *comes in, and if you look at him and thinks he has a bad headache, you wouldn't be wrong* Turgon.
Turgon: ...Feanor's started an army
Ecthelion: No. No. Not yet. *pacing*
Turgon: yet? What happened?
Ecthelion: He's got a silmaril.
Turgon: *how*?
Ecthelion: From what I understand, one of my guards found it. Didn't know what it was. Happened to bump into Celegorm at that moment, who saw the silmaril and took it from him.
Turgon: oh, wonderful. And is there a reason your guard couldn't manage to hang onto it?
Ecthelion: He's one of the human guards. Evidently Celegorm just took it from him. Theoden said Celegorm shook him, but aside from that, it doesn't appear that he threatened or hurt him.
Turgon: useless. Useless humans. *deeply stressed*
Ecthelion: *sighs* And once Celegorm told him it was a silmaril, Theoden's plan was to return it to Fëanor, its rightful owner*
Turgon: I want that guard fired.
Ecthelion: I'm going to talk to him, don't worry. And look, boss. He *does* have a point.
Turgon: he just let a Feanorian walk off with it!
Ecthelion: Well, he is smaller than Celegorm, and he was off-duty and unarmed. But that's not my point. My point is that the silmarils ARE Fëanor's property. They belong to him
Turgon: he's a damn fool about them
Ecthelion: I'm not saying he's not. But this all started because they were stolen from him. And we're giving him, and Celegorm, a second chance, remember?
Turgon: Celegorm's stealing from our guards
Ecthelion: *sighs* Well, he took a silmaril which belonged to his father. But fine. What do you want to do about it?
Turgon: what I want to do is stop having to react instead of being the one leading things.
Ecthelion: Yes, but. I mean. Do you want me to arrest Celegorm? He told Theoden he'd be hiding the silmaril.
Turgon: yes. I think Celegorm needs to learn a lesson about arrogance.
Ecthelion: *rubs his forehead* You sure, boss? I mean, if he fights back...
Turgon: I put this forward to you, Lio. Do you want him deciding he can do about my city with no consequences?
Ecthelion: *takes a deep breath, trying to be calm* No. But I am suggesting caution, and perhaps talking to him first, so we are fully informed. Theoden was very upset and indignant when he came to me, and seemed more concerned about the personal insult done to him than of the larger problem of a silmaril in the city. I think it's only prudent that we hear Celegorm's version of the story before acting. I don't think we want to start a war over the silmarils AGAIN.
Turgon: ...I don't think I see very clearly when it comes to my cousins and uncle. I keep seeing my wife's face
Ecthelion: *sighs* I know, Turu. I understand.
Turgon: Lio, you're rational on this topic. Much more than I. I bow to what you think is best
Fëanor: *meanwhile, comes to see Turgon; stops to speak to the secretary* Hello. I am here to see the king.
Gelgannel: *sort of stares in awe of FEANOR for a moment, but nods and rings the bell* Sir, you have a visitor.
Turgon: *answers from the machine* I'm a bit busy with a crisis, Gel
Gelgannel: Sir, it's Feanor
Turgon: ...ah. Send him in, please
Gelgannel: *looks up to Feanor* He'll see you immediately
Ecthelion: *looks rather alarmed*
Turgon: Oh my head
Fëanor: *smiles at Gelgannel* Thank you!
Gelgannel: *polite 'don't kill me' smile*
Fëanor: *is actually in a good mood; enters the office* Hello, nephew. *notices Ecthelion* And Captain.
Ecthelion: *nods; just praying this doesn't go badly*
Turgon: Uncle. We were just discussing you. Well, your son.
Fëanor: *cautiously* Is everything all right?
Turgon: have you seen Celegorm recently?
Fëanor: Yes. Yes, actually, he's the reason I am here to speak with you.
Ecthelion: *braces for bad news*
Turgon: *puts on an expectant face, not a 'I have a major headache' face*
Fëanor: He's in possession of a silmaril. He told me of this. Together we have decided that what would be best will be to keep it safe, and hidden, and secret.
Turgon: ...I couldn't agree more. But, in the future, could you tell your son not to commit theft from the guards? Regardless of what he thinks of their choices, they do have authority in my city.
Fëanor: *nods* I wasn't aware. I will speak to him. He did say that Theoden knew of the existence of the silmaril, so I thought it best to inform you myself. *really, didn't want to tell him at all, but figured at this point, he'd better stay on good terms with the king* But I see you already know about it.
Turgon: yes, the guard reported the theft to his captain. Please, keep the silmaril safe. We don't want a repeat of the last incident.
Fëanor: *shakes his head* No. We do not. And we will do everything in our power to keep it safe. However, I do have a request of you.
Turgon: yes, uncle?
Fëanor: If any other silmarils are found, and you are aware of their whereabouts, I ask that you give them to me at once, so that I can keep them safe with the other.
Turgon: I believe we can accomodate this request.
Fëanor: Wonderful. *smiles* Thank you for your time, nephew! *turns to go*
Turgon: I'm glad you're taking this well.
Fëanor: *pauses, but doesn't look back* All I wanted was for them to be returned to me.
Turgon: I know.
Fëanor: *leaves the office*
Ecthelion: *has been afraid to breathe, but... * That went... surprisingly well.
Turgon: he's turning out to be full of surprises, isn't he
Ecthelion: Can we pray that he stays sane?
Turgon: sounds like a good use of our time. *sighs* Don't fire your guard. I'm letting him off for luck
Ecthelion: I'm going to talk to him, don't worry.
Turgon: good. What would have possessed him to head straight to Feanor of all people? Does he have a death wish?
Ecthelion: *shrugs* I'm not sure. He says he was just intending to return the silmaril to its owner.
Turgon: A smart man would run in the other direction
Ecthelion: Yes. That's true.
Turgon: well. Go deal with things. Thank you for the job you do, Lio. *reaches out to squeeze his hand* You're part of why my city works at all
Ecthelion: *smiles* How about I buy you dinner? Then I'll deal with things.
Turgon: I could use that
Ecthelion: Come on. I'll even let you pick the place.
Turgon: *gets up, packing away his work and walks out with Lio*
If an elf could get grey hair, I'd be getting it. But supper with Lio helped. A lot. Time spent with Lio usually does help me, though.
I need some sort of guide on how to deal with Feanorians. But there's only two right now, so it'll be okay, right?
In more mundane business, I need to track down Fingon and get him started on the spring festival. He's only got a few months to learn a lot of culture.
Turgon: *looking at his completed paperwork and feeling on top of things*
Ecthelion: *comes in, and if you look at him and thinks he has a bad headache, you wouldn't be wrong* Turgon.
Turgon: ...Feanor's started an army
Ecthelion: No. No. Not yet. *pacing*
Turgon: yet? What happened?
Ecthelion: He's got a silmaril.
Turgon: *how*?
Ecthelion: From what I understand, one of my guards found it. Didn't know what it was. Happened to bump into Celegorm at that moment, who saw the silmaril and took it from him.
Turgon: oh, wonderful. And is there a reason your guard couldn't manage to hang onto it?
Ecthelion: He's one of the human guards. Evidently Celegorm just took it from him. Theoden said Celegorm shook him, but aside from that, it doesn't appear that he threatened or hurt him.
Turgon: useless. Useless humans. *deeply stressed*
Ecthelion: *sighs* And once Celegorm told him it was a silmaril, Theoden's plan was to return it to Fëanor, its rightful owner*
Turgon: I want that guard fired.
Ecthelion: I'm going to talk to him, don't worry. And look, boss. He *does* have a point.
Turgon: he just let a Feanorian walk off with it!
Ecthelion: Well, he is smaller than Celegorm, and he was off-duty and unarmed. But that's not my point. My point is that the silmarils ARE Fëanor's property. They belong to him
Turgon: he's a damn fool about them
Ecthelion: I'm not saying he's not. But this all started because they were stolen from him. And we're giving him, and Celegorm, a second chance, remember?
Turgon: Celegorm's stealing from our guards
Ecthelion: *sighs* Well, he took a silmaril which belonged to his father. But fine. What do you want to do about it?
Turgon: what I want to do is stop having to react instead of being the one leading things.
Ecthelion: Yes, but. I mean. Do you want me to arrest Celegorm? He told Theoden he'd be hiding the silmaril.
Turgon: yes. I think Celegorm needs to learn a lesson about arrogance.
Ecthelion: *rubs his forehead* You sure, boss? I mean, if he fights back...
Turgon: I put this forward to you, Lio. Do you want him deciding he can do about my city with no consequences?
Ecthelion: *takes a deep breath, trying to be calm* No. But I am suggesting caution, and perhaps talking to him first, so we are fully informed. Theoden was very upset and indignant when he came to me, and seemed more concerned about the personal insult done to him than of the larger problem of a silmaril in the city. I think it's only prudent that we hear Celegorm's version of the story before acting. I don't think we want to start a war over the silmarils AGAIN.
Turgon: ...I don't think I see very clearly when it comes to my cousins and uncle. I keep seeing my wife's face
Ecthelion: *sighs* I know, Turu. I understand.
Turgon: Lio, you're rational on this topic. Much more than I. I bow to what you think is best
Fëanor: *meanwhile, comes to see Turgon; stops to speak to the secretary* Hello. I am here to see the king.
Gelgannel: *sort of stares in awe of FEANOR for a moment, but nods and rings the bell* Sir, you have a visitor.
Turgon: *answers from the machine* I'm a bit busy with a crisis, Gel
Gelgannel: Sir, it's Feanor
Turgon: ...ah. Send him in, please
Gelgannel: *looks up to Feanor* He'll see you immediately
Ecthelion: *looks rather alarmed*
Turgon: Oh my head
Fëanor: *smiles at Gelgannel* Thank you!
Gelgannel: *polite 'don't kill me' smile*
Fëanor: *is actually in a good mood; enters the office* Hello, nephew. *notices Ecthelion* And Captain.
Ecthelion: *nods; just praying this doesn't go badly*
Turgon: Uncle. We were just discussing you. Well, your son.
Fëanor: *cautiously* Is everything all right?
Turgon: have you seen Celegorm recently?
Fëanor: Yes. Yes, actually, he's the reason I am here to speak with you.
Ecthelion: *braces for bad news*
Turgon: *puts on an expectant face, not a 'I have a major headache' face*
Fëanor: He's in possession of a silmaril. He told me of this. Together we have decided that what would be best will be to keep it safe, and hidden, and secret.
Turgon: ...I couldn't agree more. But, in the future, could you tell your son not to commit theft from the guards? Regardless of what he thinks of their choices, they do have authority in my city.
Fëanor: *nods* I wasn't aware. I will speak to him. He did say that Theoden knew of the existence of the silmaril, so I thought it best to inform you myself. *really, didn't want to tell him at all, but figured at this point, he'd better stay on good terms with the king* But I see you already know about it.
Turgon: yes, the guard reported the theft to his captain. Please, keep the silmaril safe. We don't want a repeat of the last incident.
Fëanor: *shakes his head* No. We do not. And we will do everything in our power to keep it safe. However, I do have a request of you.
Turgon: yes, uncle?
Fëanor: If any other silmarils are found, and you are aware of their whereabouts, I ask that you give them to me at once, so that I can keep them safe with the other.
Turgon: I believe we can accomodate this request.
Fëanor: Wonderful. *smiles* Thank you for your time, nephew! *turns to go*
Turgon: I'm glad you're taking this well.
Fëanor: *pauses, but doesn't look back* All I wanted was for them to be returned to me.
Turgon: I know.
Fëanor: *leaves the office*
Ecthelion: *has been afraid to breathe, but... * That went... surprisingly well.
Turgon: he's turning out to be full of surprises, isn't he
Ecthelion: Can we pray that he stays sane?
Turgon: sounds like a good use of our time. *sighs* Don't fire your guard. I'm letting him off for luck
Ecthelion: I'm going to talk to him, don't worry.
Turgon: good. What would have possessed him to head straight to Feanor of all people? Does he have a death wish?
Ecthelion: *shrugs* I'm not sure. He says he was just intending to return the silmaril to its owner.
Turgon: A smart man would run in the other direction
Ecthelion: Yes. That's true.
Turgon: well. Go deal with things. Thank you for the job you do, Lio. *reaches out to squeeze his hand* You're part of why my city works at all
Ecthelion: *smiles* How about I buy you dinner? Then I'll deal with things.
Turgon: I could use that
Ecthelion: Come on. I'll even let you pick the place.
Turgon: *gets up, packing away his work and walks out with Lio*
If an elf could get grey hair, I'd be getting it. But supper with Lio helped. A lot. Time spent with Lio usually does help me, though.
I need some sort of guide on how to deal with Feanorians. But there's only two right now, so it'll be okay, right?
In more mundane business, I need to track down Fingon and get him started on the spring festival. He's only got a few months to learn a lot of culture.