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gondolindrim2013-05-26 11:57 am
second_time_around) wrote in gondolindrim2013-05-26 11:57 am
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I must check out this Spring Festival. There are people to intimidate watch, wares to purchase, foods to eat...
Fëanor: *goes to the Festival; lurks around, as usual*
Theoden: *calls out something about seeing Fingon later to Feanor's earshot, before spotting HIS elf and hurries over* hey! You didn't tell me you were coming
Fëanor: I hadn't decided! *glancing around* It's very interesting.
Theoden: I'm off duty, so I can be your tour guide. *loops his arm with Feanor's, ice cream cone in the other*
Fëanor: *grins* Excellent. Show me everything.
Theoden: here's the dunk tank, here's the killer tree we can't go near, here's the fish that are living on borrowed time, here's the petting zoo... *waving his arm around in that section*
Fëanor: Dunk tank?
Theoden: mhm. You throw a ball at the target and they fall in. The princess was in there earlier.
Fëanor: Oh my! Who is in there now?
Theoden: I think that's... Lord Rog.
Fëanor: I want to try.
Theoden: did you remember money? *hand in his pocket already in case Feanor didn't think of it*
Fëanor: Oh yes.
Theoden: *nods* okay, so you pay the elf manning the booth and they hand you your balls. And then you toss.
Rog: *looking at Feanor with annoyance, can hear them and it's FEANOR*
Fëanor: Okay! *goes to do so and collects the balls*
Rog: Feanor... you'd better miss.
Theoden: *noting this is the most muscley elf he's ever seen*
Fëanor: *grins* We'll see, Rog. *tosses the first ball*
Rog: *curses as he goes right in with a huge splash*
Theoden: I'm surprised the king didn't ask you *little bit behind Feanor in case the muscley elf ids him later*
Fëanor: *pleased with himself* Yes, me too.
Rog: *pulling himself out and back onto his seat*
Theoden: I could have tried getting you in
Fëanor: Oh would you? *amused; aims and throws again*
Rog: AUGH! *another big splash*
Theoden: I so would. *laughing*
Fëanor: *this is pretty great*
Rog: you're out of balls! *glaring as he climbs once more, wringing out his hair*
Fëanor: So I am. I'll owe you a beer, Rog.
Rog: ... *nods, grinning* That's fair.
Theoden: can I talk you into petting fluffy creatures?
Fëanor: Absolutely!
Theoden: *tugs him by hand to the petting zoo, grinning*
Baby sheep: *hopping around*
Fëanor: *in a rather good mood; enjoys the baby animals*
Theoden: *sitting down with a miniature horse colt resting its head on his knee* there's art stalls too, if you want to check out your competition...
Fëanor: Oh, yes. I want to see everything.
Theoden: but more time with the tiny horses first. *kisses its nose* Dagnir would try to eat you, yes
Fëanor: *admires several tiny horses*
Theoden: *laughs at them inspecting Feanor very carefully before getting up* I saw a glass blower one that said they were doing 'silmarils'
Fëanor: *scoffs* That's what they think.
Theoden: they certainly didn't look like the one I was playing with
Fëanor: They can't make silmarils.
Theoden: I think the advertising is that they are as pretty as silmarils. Since you're so easy to imitate *teasing*
Fëanor: Oh haha.
Theoden: come on. Let's see if they're still there. *squeezes Feanor's hand and gets up*
Fëanor: *goes along with him, staring at all the sights*
Theoden: a lot different from the forge, huh?
Fëanor: *nods* It is.
Theoden: *plays with a fan at one of the stalls, fluttering it in front of his face* I do declare, Lord Feanor, that I saw another handsome elf of my acquaintance at the fair...
Fëanor: *just laughs at him*
Theoden: *grins* I should make you jealous later. I like you jealous. *doesn't mean real jealou*
jealous
Fëanor: *grins* I never get jealous.
Theoden: you fake it well
Fëanor: Exactly.
Theoden: I wouldn't say no to real possessiveness, mind you. *puts the fan down* I think the glass stall was near the middle...
Fëanor: I'll play jealous if you'd like. *grins and heads that way*
Theoden: I would like.
Seller: *calling out and extolling the virtues of his glasswork*
Pretty Glittery Egg-Shaped Glass: *pretty and glittery*
Fëanor: *an accomplished glassworker himself; peers at all the items*
Seller: *sort of entered into stunned silence when the person he's claiming to be as good as shows up*
Theoden: what do you think, Feanor?
Fëanor: *luckily is in a good mood; picks up a trinket* Very nice.
Seller: t-thank you, sir. It's a wolpertinger.
Fëanor: Well done.
Seller: you can have it. If you want, lord Feanor. *trying to figure out if he can hide the silmaril sign*
Fëanor: How kind. I'll take it, thank you.
Seller: *quick nod* thank you, sir. You honour me.
Theoden: why does the rabbit have wings? *looks around Feanor's arm*
Fëanor: It's a wolpertinger. *hands it to Theo* Here, it's yours.
Theoden: oh! Thanks. *examines it* oh, it has little horns!
Fëanor: *nods*
Theoden: are they real?
Fëanor: In Valinor, yes.
Theoden: ... *looks even closer, fascinated now*
Theoden: what do you think of the silmarils?
Seller: *glares at Theo*
Fëanor: They're .... interesting baubles. *being generous, as he is in a good mood after the dunk tank triumph* A nice tribute.
Seller: really? *beams* Thank you, sir!
Theoden: they are pretty. *nods, a little distracted now, noticing how nice Feanor's hair looks against the back of his neck right now*
Fëanor: Nice coloration with the glass. *nods*
Seller: *nods excitedly*
Fëanor: *glances at Theo* I think I'm hungry.
Theoden: huh? Oh. Food. I can find food.
Fëanor: Good. *grins*
Theoden: *pulls him down to kiss and tries to think what he actually wants to eat/isn't made of meat*
Fëanor: *meat sounds good*
Theoden: *gets him to a crepe stand instead*
Fëanor: Interesting food.
Theoden: mmfruit. *licks a bit of whipped cream off his lip* You were kind to that seller. Not the big scary elf people say you are
Fëanor: It's a nice day. I didn't feel like threatening him.
Theoden: would you on a bad day?
Fëanor: Possibly. *enjoying his crepe*
Theoden: shameful. *works on a bit of banana* you should be good and kind to your fellow citizens always, Feanor
Fëanor: Would that seem likely? *amused*
Theoden: I have to say it as a guard.
Fëanor: Oh, of course.
Theoden: *kisses and explores the rest of the festival with him*
Petting those baby animals and dunking Rog really put me in a good mood. That "silmaril" maker was lucky for that. I see that people burn down other's shops here, in retaliation. Something to bear in mind.
Fëanor: *goes to the Festival; lurks around, as usual*
Theoden: *calls out something about seeing Fingon later to Feanor's earshot, before spotting HIS elf and hurries over* hey! You didn't tell me you were coming
Fëanor: I hadn't decided! *glancing around* It's very interesting.
Theoden: I'm off duty, so I can be your tour guide. *loops his arm with Feanor's, ice cream cone in the other*
Fëanor: *grins* Excellent. Show me everything.
Theoden: here's the dunk tank, here's the killer tree we can't go near, here's the fish that are living on borrowed time, here's the petting zoo... *waving his arm around in that section*
Fëanor: Dunk tank?
Theoden: mhm. You throw a ball at the target and they fall in. The princess was in there earlier.
Fëanor: Oh my! Who is in there now?
Theoden: I think that's... Lord Rog.
Fëanor: I want to try.
Theoden: did you remember money? *hand in his pocket already in case Feanor didn't think of it*
Fëanor: Oh yes.
Theoden: *nods* okay, so you pay the elf manning the booth and they hand you your balls. And then you toss.
Rog: *looking at Feanor with annoyance, can hear them and it's FEANOR*
Fëanor: Okay! *goes to do so and collects the balls*
Rog: Feanor... you'd better miss.
Theoden: *noting this is the most muscley elf he's ever seen*
Fëanor: *grins* We'll see, Rog. *tosses the first ball*
Rog: *curses as he goes right in with a huge splash*
Theoden: I'm surprised the king didn't ask you *little bit behind Feanor in case the muscley elf ids him later*
Fëanor: *pleased with himself* Yes, me too.
Rog: *pulling himself out and back onto his seat*
Theoden: I could have tried getting you in
Fëanor: Oh would you? *amused; aims and throws again*
Rog: AUGH! *another big splash*
Theoden: I so would. *laughing*
Fëanor: *this is pretty great*
Rog: you're out of balls! *glaring as he climbs once more, wringing out his hair*
Fëanor: So I am. I'll owe you a beer, Rog.
Rog: ... *nods, grinning* That's fair.
Theoden: can I talk you into petting fluffy creatures?
Fëanor: Absolutely!
Theoden: *tugs him by hand to the petting zoo, grinning*
Baby sheep: *hopping around*
Fëanor: *in a rather good mood; enjoys the baby animals*
Theoden: *sitting down with a miniature horse colt resting its head on his knee* there's art stalls too, if you want to check out your competition...
Fëanor: Oh, yes. I want to see everything.
Theoden: but more time with the tiny horses first. *kisses its nose* Dagnir would try to eat you, yes
Fëanor: *admires several tiny horses*
Theoden: *laughs at them inspecting Feanor very carefully before getting up* I saw a glass blower one that said they were doing 'silmarils'
Fëanor: *scoffs* That's what they think.
Theoden: they certainly didn't look like the one I was playing with
Fëanor: They can't make silmarils.
Theoden: I think the advertising is that they are as pretty as silmarils. Since you're so easy to imitate *teasing*
Fëanor: Oh haha.
Theoden: come on. Let's see if they're still there. *squeezes Feanor's hand and gets up*
Fëanor: *goes along with him, staring at all the sights*
Theoden: a lot different from the forge, huh?
Fëanor: *nods* It is.
Theoden: *plays with a fan at one of the stalls, fluttering it in front of his face* I do declare, Lord Feanor, that I saw another handsome elf of my acquaintance at the fair...
Fëanor: *just laughs at him*
Theoden: *grins* I should make you jealous later. I like you jealous. *doesn't mean real jealou*
jealous
Fëanor: *grins* I never get jealous.
Theoden: you fake it well
Fëanor: Exactly.
Theoden: I wouldn't say no to real possessiveness, mind you. *puts the fan down* I think the glass stall was near the middle...
Fëanor: I'll play jealous if you'd like. *grins and heads that way*
Theoden: I would like.
Seller: *calling out and extolling the virtues of his glasswork*
Pretty Glittery Egg-Shaped Glass: *pretty and glittery*
Fëanor: *an accomplished glassworker himself; peers at all the items*
Seller: *sort of entered into stunned silence when the person he's claiming to be as good as shows up*
Theoden: what do you think, Feanor?
Fëanor: *luckily is in a good mood; picks up a trinket* Very nice.
Seller: t-thank you, sir. It's a wolpertinger.
Fëanor: Well done.
Seller: you can have it. If you want, lord Feanor. *trying to figure out if he can hide the silmaril sign*
Fëanor: How kind. I'll take it, thank you.
Seller: *quick nod* thank you, sir. You honour me.
Theoden: why does the rabbit have wings? *looks around Feanor's arm*
Fëanor: It's a wolpertinger. *hands it to Theo* Here, it's yours.
Theoden: oh! Thanks. *examines it* oh, it has little horns!
Fëanor: *nods*
Theoden: are they real?
Fëanor: In Valinor, yes.
Theoden: ... *looks even closer, fascinated now*
Theoden: what do you think of the silmarils?
Seller: *glares at Theo*
Fëanor: They're .... interesting baubles. *being generous, as he is in a good mood after the dunk tank triumph* A nice tribute.
Seller: really? *beams* Thank you, sir!
Theoden: they are pretty. *nods, a little distracted now, noticing how nice Feanor's hair looks against the back of his neck right now*
Fëanor: Nice coloration with the glass. *nods*
Seller: *nods excitedly*
Fëanor: *glances at Theo* I think I'm hungry.
Theoden: huh? Oh. Food. I can find food.
Fëanor: Good. *grins*
Theoden: *pulls him down to kiss and tries to think what he actually wants to eat/isn't made of meat*
Fëanor: *meat sounds good*
Theoden: *gets him to a crepe stand instead*
Fëanor: Interesting food.
Theoden: mmfruit. *licks a bit of whipped cream off his lip* You were kind to that seller. Not the big scary elf people say you are
Fëanor: It's a nice day. I didn't feel like threatening him.
Theoden: would you on a bad day?
Fëanor: Possibly. *enjoying his crepe*
Theoden: shameful. *works on a bit of banana* you should be good and kind to your fellow citizens always, Feanor
Fëanor: Would that seem likely? *amused*
Theoden: I have to say it as a guard.
Fëanor: Oh, of course.
Theoden: *kisses and explores the rest of the festival with him*
Petting those baby animals and dunking Rog really put me in a good mood. That "silmaril" maker was lucky for that. I see that people burn down other's shops here, in retaliation. Something to bear in mind.