gondolindrim | (no subject)

I ran into my favourite niece this evening...

Finrod: *heading towards the palace after work, a small wrapped package of pastries in hand*

Idril: *heading in his direction and waves with a big smile when she sees him* Uncle Finrod!

Finrod: *grins* Idril! How are you, my favourite girl?

Idril: *meets him and gives him a hug* I'm well! Helping dad in the office these days. How are you, uncle?

Finrod: *embraces her in return* I am well! *conspiratorily* Your father needs two people to help in the office? Should I be concerned by his obsessive tendencies?

Idril: *laughs* No, nothing like that. Gelgannel's trying to spend less time working, so I'm picking up a bit of the slack. Not a lot, mind you. Paperwork is not for me...

Finrod: *chuckles* I can't really imagine you being content behind a desk.

Idril: *grins* Nope. You know me better than that! I prefer parties.

Finrod: And have you been to many parties lately?

Idril: No, unfortunately. Not since the festival. Everyone's been so busy!

Finrod: *nods* Well summer will come on quickly! You'll have another festival then. *nudges her*

Idril: *grins* True. And I'll have to host something before it, too

Finrod: Oh? And what is it you have in mind? *intrigued*

Idril: I'm not sure yet! But I'll think of something!

Finrod: *chuckles* Good. The city needs celebrations!

Idril: You'd help, of course?

Finrod: Of course! *can't say no to Idril* Anything you'd like.

Idril: *woops and hugs him* I knew I could count on you!

Finrod: *laughs and kisses her forehead* Just as long as you keep out of trouble.

Idril: *grins* I'm never in trouble. *winks*

Finrod: *laughs again* Of course not...

Idril: *smiles and kisses his cheek* So where were you headed?

Finrod: Home. *winks* Away from work.

Idril: *laughs* Good. At least you're not a workaholic!

Finrod: No one is a workaholic compared to your father!

Idril: His secretary was getting there though!

Finrod: His secretary, hmm? *has heard things*

Idril: Yeah. You remember him, right?

Finrod: *nods* Nice guy. Very efficient. Is...something going on there, between you two?

Idril: ...not any more. We broke up at the festival. He wants back, but I don't know that he's changed.

Finrod: *cocks his head* How did you want him to change?

Idril: well, like spending time with me instead of working all the time.

Finrod: Ahhh. Can I tell you something?

Idril: Yes?

Finrod: In my experience, it is very difficult to change a trait like that. But, it's your decision to make.

Idril: Well, that's why we broke up. I don't want to pine for someone, and I can't change him.

Finrod: *nods, squeezing her shoulder* Soon I imagine you'll be overwhelmed with men vying for you!

Idril: *smiles at him* No doubt. Who could resist me?

Finrod: *winks* No one.

Idril: *laughs and hugs him* And you're my favorite uncle

Finrod: I suspect your father's issued some sort of royal decree that no one can touch you.

Idril: Nooooo you have to find out if he has and then make him lift it!

Finrod: *laughs, holding up his hands helplessly* You overestimate me!

Idril: Oh come on, we both know you're also dad's favorite!

Finrod: I only hold so much sway!

Idril: *hangs onto his arm and pouts up at him* Pleeeeeease?

Finrod: I'll try, but I promise nothing.

Idril: *kisses his cheek* Thank you!

Finrod: See? Told you no one could resist you.

Idril: *grins* it's because I'm adorable and you love me.

Finrod: *chuckles* Must be!

Idril: It is! *slips her hand into the crook of his elbow* I'll walk you to your home, favorite uncle!

Finrod: I will gladly accept your offer, my lady.

Then I give her tea and pastries. Because she is my favourite.