If I could read thought bubbles, I'd be more concerned

[princetheoden]

Theoden: *sees Feanor on his silmaril search and sneaks up behind him as much as he'll let himself pretend Feanor will let him sneak and reaches up to cover his eyes* guess who!

Fëanor: *heard him coming* Um. Turgon?

Theoden: much handsomer.

Fëanor: Oh. Glorfindel.

Theoden: more gingery

Fëanor: *spins, pretending to be surprised* Oh, Theo!


Theoden: *pulls him down to kiss*

Fëanor: *smiles* How bold of you.

Theoden: so this is what you look like in sunlight...

Fëanor: I am out often in sunlight. You just work a lot.

Theoden: and what do you do in the sunlight? *curious*

Fëanor: I am studying the city.

Theoden: what does it say?

Fëanor: Nothing at the moment. Which is good.

Theoden: does it say where the escaped cultists are?

Theoden: some guards were worried they escaped the city and went to Melkor...

Fëanor: *growls* They better not have.

Theoden: I too find the idea of being slaughtered unpleasant

Fëanor: The city is quiet.

Theoden: quiet is good. Well, there's still that fuss over the burnt down store... but mostly quiet

Fëanor: *nods* It doesn't have to do with the city. *can tell*

Theoden: so it has to do with humans. I don't know why people are saying Rohirrim did it *frowns, holding onto Feanor's hand* we don't do that sort of thing. We're good and honourable and never lie

Fëanor: *shakes his head fondly* Well, that's a lie right there. Everyone lies. At some point.

Theoden: we're not supposed to. And I don't really lie. Much

Fëanor: Some of your countrymen may have done it.

Theoden: *shoulder slump* but they shouldn't

Fëanor: No, they shouldn't. But they might have.

Theoden: tell me something else to think about? *tugs towards a drink stand*

Fëanor: How about lemonade? You can think of that.

Theoden: I like lemonade. Lemons are a weird, new thing

Fëanor: Sour, but they can be made sweet.

Theoden: sounds kind of familiar. *gets the drinks* can I help you talk to the city?

Fëanor: *sips* Can you hear it?

Theoden: *closes his eyes and listens* I can hear the sound of people walking and talking, but nothing that sounds like a city

Fëanor: Well, it's quiet right now. Like it's sleeping.

Theoden: are you looking for something you shouldn't be that glows?

Fëanor: *arches an eyebrow* I shouldn't be?

Theoden: well, they seem to really worry the captain

Fëanor: I can do as I please.

Theoden: I wouldn't stop you

Theoden: pretending for a moment that I could stop you

Fëanor: I'm not doing anything wrong.

Theoden: I think silmarils are just scary.

Fëanor: I don't. *pauses* But I can talk to cities and I'm likely insane, so what do I know.

Theoden: ...it was really nice holding that one, though. Even if it was so hot it hurt my hands, kind of.

Fëanor: I hadn't considered it, but they're probably not meant for humans.

Theoden: no. Actually, if I was all human I was told they would have burnt me right through

Fëanor: How unhuman are you?

Theoden: just a bit. Enough that I'll live longer, and I'm pretty tall
John: (in the 'i am a bad prince' way)

Fëanor: You are rather tall. For a human. *pets his head*

Theoden: I think I need more credit for being able to look elves in the chin

Theoden: *peers at the ground and then gets down to knock on it with his hand* huh. Doesn't sound hollow. I can't believe there was so much under there. Do you think the things in the lake can come in through the sewers?

Fëanor: It's possible, although I don't know that there's a passage big enough for that.

Theoden: I'm putting a rock on top of the toilet

Fëanor: *laughs* So odd.

Theoden: well, can you imagine sitting there and then suddenly a tentacle?

Fëanor: *just laughs*

Theoden: no pity for me *smiling, though*

Fëanor: When I see a tentacle, I will pity you.

Theoden: have you ever seen one? I saw some at one of the restaurants and they're terrifying *makes his arm wiggle like one*

Fëanor: Perhaps I should visit one of these restaurants.

Theoden: perhaps that might be a nice dinner plan sometime soon

Fëanor: I just want to see the tentacle monsters.

Theoden: they're called octopuses

Fëanor: Interesting!

Theoden: eight wiggly tentacles. *wiggles a finger against Feanor's cheek* and I got told they get big

Fëanor: *makes note to look them up at the house of history* How big?

Theoden: I was told that a tentacle as wide as one of the canoes was seen in the lake

Fëanor: I wonder if they'd let me down to the lake.

Theoden: *frowns* please don't. You might die

Fëanor: Just to observe.

Theoden: I'll take you to see the little ones. *tugs Feanor's hand* that'll be enough, right?

Fëanor: *nods* For now.

Theoden: come on! *gets him to the seafood restaurant that has the live octopi in the tanks*

Fëanor: *goes with him*

Theoden: *gets in front of a fishtank and points* there, see?

Octopus: *crawls by*

Fëanor: *stares intently* Fascinating.

Octopus: *looks right back at Feanor*

Fëanor: *inspects*

Octopus: *seems to do the same*

Fëanor: Do humans eat them?

Theoden:: a lot of things do. He's here as a menu item

Octopus: *seems to sigh*

Fëanor: Poor fellow. He seems intelligent.

Theoden: does he?

Fëanor: *gestures* Look at his eyes.

Theoden: hm. Kind of like yours in the beginning, in the I think he isn't sure if he wants to ignore or throttle me way.

Fëanor: Like mine, hmm? *peers back at the octopus*

Theoden: yeah. Shame he'll be eaten, but that's the life of things that can't talk, I suppose

Octopus: *eyes narrow, then squeezes itself into a small box to hide from his fate*

Fëanor: *wonders if he should have octopus for his meal*

Theoden: do you want a snack?

Fëanor: Yes, let's have something.

Theoden: *goes to get them a seat, asking for something vegetarian*

Octopus: *unhappy shake in its box*

Fëanor: *decides to spare the octopus (FOR NOW) and has a burger*

Theoden: *eats his food, running his foot up the inside of Feanor's leg*

Fëanor: *will allow this*

Theoden: *focused on his food, foot goes higher*

Fëanor: *is enjoying his burger but not sure why Theo is putting his foot in his lap*

Theoden: *steels his confidence and starts teasing with his toes*

Fëanor: *gives him a Look* This is a restaurant.

Theoden: there's a tablecloth. *tries to look smooth*

Fëanor: Yes. Still.

Theoden: sorry. *looks down and pulls back his leg*

Fëanor: When we're back at my place, I'll accost you. *grins*

Theoden: *immediately brightens up* well, then... *hurries to finish his food*

Fëanor: *grins again, watching him*

Theoden: *finishes* done?

Fëanor: Almost. *still eating*

Theoden: *put upon sigh and watches Feanor, chin in his hands*

Fëanor: Okay, I am finally done. *teasing*

Theoden: come on *reaches for his hand*

Fëanor: *goes with him*