Festival fun.

[finrod]

Finrod takes a little time to himself to wander the festival, taking in the sights and sounds and just unwinding. The artists' row reminds him a little of Alqualondë, with the bright paintings, coloured glasswork and silver jewelry. And of course it's easy enough to go unnoticed in a crowd.

Of course, his reverie is interrupted by an ever decorous Turgon.

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Turgon: *pounces*

Finrod: AGH!

Turgon: Hiii.

Finrod: Hey!

Turgon: It's me, the king.

Finrod: I know who you are.

Turgon: Just letting you know how lucky you are.

Finrod: Oh really? And how is that? The king deigns to speak to me? *grins*

Turgon: The king deigns to leap on you.

Finrod: Oh to be me!

Turgon: Lucky thing.

Finrod: Oh, so very!

Turgon: Good man.

Finrod: How's your date?

Turgon: She's doing fine. Left her to listen to Maglor again.

Finrod: Oohhh reeeally?

Turgon: What? He's a good musician.

Finrod: He is, he is.

Turgon: She seems to really like his music.

Finrod: Who wouldn't?

Turgon: Exactly. So no 'oh really' from you.

Finrod: This isn't bad. People seem to be enjoying themselves.

Turgon: See? Everything's going perfectly.

Finrod: And some good vendors too.

Turgon: Had some food, then?

Finrod: *nods* Some spicy fried shrimp. Very nice.

Turgon: Good. I've just had teacakes so far.

Finrod: Aren't you hungry?

Turgon: I could eat some more.

Finrod: Let's go then. You can eat, I'll get something to drink.

Turgon: Perfect.

Finrod: *gets up*

Turgon: I need to find Lio for my damn fish.

Finrod: I haven't seen him...

Turgon: Hmph. Celegorm's hiding him.

Finrod: I'm not sure that's it.

Turgon: I see no proof it isn't.

Finrod: Come on, hunger is clearly making you more paranoid than usual!

Turgon: Hmph. Give me food.

Finrod: What do you fancy?

Turgon: That shrimp you had sounded good.

Finrod: *heads that way*

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_{Obviously takes place before Ecthelion meets up with Turgon for fish-winning and speeches. But Dreamwidth won't let me alter time and backdate.}