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Turgon: *gives Idril3 a treat and heads to Finrod's rooms to pick him up for the bar*
Finrod: Hey!
Turgon: I've come to take you away to a magical place.
Finrod: Drinking? I could use a drink.
Turgon: Good, that's the plan. How's work?
Finrod: We've arrested some Rohirric guards as those who set that fire. There'll be a trial, of course, but it's all but case closed. So that's good.
Turgon: Not too fond of the fact that our own guards were committing crimes.
Finrod: Nor am I. Hence, I need wine. *nudges him*
Turgon: I get the hint. I do! Come on. *links his arm with Finrod's and heads to the Two Trees pub*
Finrod: And Lio's back, partly.
Turgon: Is that a reason to drink?
Finrod: No, not really! I am just giving you updates!
Turgon: Just checking. And if I have to find you more responsibilities around the city to keep you busy...
Finrod: I'll welcome a little break, frankly! Besides, I ran into your darling daughter and somehow ended up promising to help her plan some event or another. *grins*
Turgon: My perfect girl. *firmly*
Turgon: Ar's not so happy with me. I've informed her of her son's former future.
Finrod: You have? ...Why?
Turgon: She wanted to know why I was having trouble warming up to Maeglin at first and felt I should, well, tell her.
Finrod: Oh. *still not exactly comfortable with the way that whole...situation was handled; goes into the pub*
Turgon: She would have found out on her own eventually, right? *frowns*
Finrod: If she'd wanted to.
Turgon: *little nod* Well. Nicer topics. She'll get over it, right?
Finrod: Irissë? You had better hope! *finds them seats*
Turgon: *waves for a bottle of wine and two cups*
Finrod: So, how've you been?
Turgon: I've been better. *pours their drinks* But the city is functioning and that's what's important.
Finrod: *takes a sip* Something wrong?
Turgon: Just worrying about Ar, and little Mae. And wondering why I was all over Maglor when I was drunk the other night.
Finrod: *chokes a bit* I'm sorry, what?
Turgon: Well, attempted wrestling. I still haven't managed to kill that little elfling I used to be, I suspect. *glares at his wine like it's the wine's fault and takes a gulp*
Finrod: *slight eyebrow arch, but, well, does remember Turgon's childhood crush -- bffs after all* What about the human woman? Eowyn?
Turgon: She's wonderful, but busy with her daughter so I don't see her so often and it's JUST a bit of silliness with Maglor.
Finrod: Ah, I see.
Turgon: Feanorians are, as always, dumb.
Finrod: *snickers* I see.
Turgon: Completely! A more pompous group of cousins does not exist.
Finrod: *concedes* That is probably true.
Maglor: *comes into the pub*
Turgon: *doesn't notice and still going on about it* And it's easy to ignore, you know, doing things like that.
Finrod: Things like what?
Turgon: Hands all over Maglor and such. Just weird leftover crush impulses.
Finrod: *spots Maglor* Of course...
Turgon: And it was just a silly childhood crush.
Finrod: *nudges with his foot*
Turgon: *talking about how nice Maglor's hair was now*
Maglor: *has spied them and made his way over* Hello, cousins!
Turgon: *frozen*
Finrod: Hello, Maglor!
Maglor: Am I interrupting?
Finrod: No, hardly...
Turgon: Hi. Hello.
Maglor: Hello, Turgon.
Bartender: *gets a third glass when Maglor sits*
Turgon: Didn't know you came here.
Maglor: Occasionally! I like to people watch, sometimes.
Turgon: Oh.
Finrod: *how amusing, considering their prior conversation* Have some wine. *pours, since Turgon seems a bit dumbstruck, topping up Turgon's glass as well, and a little in his own*
Turgon: *drinks quickly*
Maglor: Thanks. *takes a sip*
Turgon: *loosening up now that the wine's hitting him* People watching?
Maglor: Yeah. Bars are interesting!
Finrod: *glances at Turgon*
Turgon: Yes, they're nice.
Turgon: We were just talking about you, really.
Maglor: Oh really?
Turgon: Oh yes. Just you know, thoughts about you back when we were younger.
Maglor: Your favourite song? *grins*
Turgon: *pinks just slightly* Yes, things like that.
Finrod: I ought to get home. I'll leave you to it!
Turgon: *damn you! expression*
Finrod: *just a little bit evil! grins* Have a good night!
Maglor: So soon?
Finrod: *shrugs apologetically* It's been long days at work.
Maglor: *nods* Ah, of course.
Turgon: I can entertain you...
Finrod: *waves and heads out*
Maglor: Oh, can you? As I recall, you like to be dreadfully boring....
Turgon: Rude!
Maglor: *grins* Sorry.
Turgon: And here I was having FOND memories.
Maglor: You were a cute kid. *winks*
Turgon: And a handsome youth.
Maglor: Oh, were you? *feigns thoughtfulness* I didn't notice.
Turgon: Really? *disappointed tone*
Maglor: But, I suppose you didn't turn out ugly as an adult. *grin*
Turgon: I am no longer remotely happy to see you, *little 'I am drunk and silly' huff and drinks his wine*
Maglor: I expect nothing less! *refills both their glasses with the last of the bottle*
Turgon: Hmph! *sips* who are you watching tonight?
Maglor: Everyone. I didn't expect to see you here. What's brought you out?
Turgon: I was SUPPOSED to be spending time with that coward Finrod.
Maglor: Coward?
Turgon: *drunken handwave* Oh, he knows what he did.
Maglor: Working even your best friend too hard!
Turgon: Him and Lio, I multi-friend...
Maglor: And yet here you are with me!
Turgon: You can be my friend too. Even if you are a Fëanorian.
Maglor: *amused* Thanks. *orders them more drinks*
Turgon: Why're you all so arrogant?
Maglor: It's genetic. You have it too. *slides a drink towards him*
Turgon: No! You take that back! *accepts the drink* I am as humble as I am handsome and efficient.
Maglor: *laughs* Yes, yes.
Turgon: With history changed, Maglor, it won't be about how I was killed. It will be about how my filing system changed all of Arda.
Maglor: *snickers* I'm sure!
Turgon: Isn't that a better future? I can live as long as you did now...
Maglor: Indeed. If you do, you'll adore databases.
Turgon: Tell me about them. That word sounds wonderful. *it translated to something in Sindarin for him*
Maglor: *tells him about databases*
Turgon: *dreamy look, slowly turning into a dreamy look at Maglor's Maglorness*
Maglor: Maybe you'll be the one that creates them.
Turgon: I'm going to make an appointment with the house of artificers tomorrow.
Maglor: *chuckles*
Turgon: We could be doing so much more with the phone network..
Maglor: You need to get out more, cousin mine!
Turgon: I get out! I'm out right now! With you!
Turgon: *thinking about that face*
Maglor: More! *teasing*
Turgon: Like what?
Maglor: Weekly.
Turgon: I'd need a weekly reason.
Maglor: The reason is getting away from the office!
Turgon: I can't just walk outside without a reason. It's inefficient.
Maglor: *short laugh* Inefficient! You'll be inefficient if you get fat like Salgant.
Turgon: Salgant is very efficient at pissing me off.
Maglor: *grins* Oh really? More or less efficient than I am?
Turgon: You're special.
Maglor: *winks* Damn right.
Turgon: *quick wide smile and looks down at his drink*
Maglor: Sooooo...
Turgon: Soooo what?
Maglor: I heard something intriguing, earlier tonight.
Turgon: Hmm, such as?
Maglor: Something about my gorgeous hair?
Turgon: Oh wow look at the time.
Maglor: 10:30?
Turgon: Should get going. *stands up, banging his knee* Augh!
Maglor: You alright? You sure?
Turgon: Yes. Very. *turns quickly and walks out, forgetting he's giving Maglor the bill*
Maglor: *well, if he wasn't sure before, is rather sure now; not bothered about having to pick up the tab*
Well, that explains a lot about what happened the other night. It is a little surprising, but I suppose in hindsight it shouldn't be. Still, this infatuation is an intriguing piece of information. Now, what to do with it...
Finrod: Hey!
Turgon: I've come to take you away to a magical place.
Finrod: Drinking? I could use a drink.
Turgon: Good, that's the plan. How's work?
Finrod: We've arrested some Rohirric guards as those who set that fire. There'll be a trial, of course, but it's all but case closed. So that's good.
Turgon: Not too fond of the fact that our own guards were committing crimes.
Finrod: Nor am I. Hence, I need wine. *nudges him*
Turgon: I get the hint. I do! Come on. *links his arm with Finrod's and heads to the Two Trees pub*
Finrod: And Lio's back, partly.
Turgon: Is that a reason to drink?
Finrod: No, not really! I am just giving you updates!
Turgon: Just checking. And if I have to find you more responsibilities around the city to keep you busy...
Finrod: I'll welcome a little break, frankly! Besides, I ran into your darling daughter and somehow ended up promising to help her plan some event or another. *grins*
Turgon: My perfect girl. *firmly*
Turgon: Ar's not so happy with me. I've informed her of her son's former future.
Finrod: You have? ...Why?
Turgon: She wanted to know why I was having trouble warming up to Maeglin at first and felt I should, well, tell her.
Finrod: Oh. *still not exactly comfortable with the way that whole...situation was handled; goes into the pub*
Turgon: She would have found out on her own eventually, right? *frowns*
Finrod: If she'd wanted to.
Turgon: *little nod* Well. Nicer topics. She'll get over it, right?
Finrod: Irissë? You had better hope! *finds them seats*
Turgon: *waves for a bottle of wine and two cups*
Finrod: So, how've you been?
Turgon: I've been better. *pours their drinks* But the city is functioning and that's what's important.
Finrod: *takes a sip* Something wrong?
Turgon: Just worrying about Ar, and little Mae. And wondering why I was all over Maglor when I was drunk the other night.
Finrod: *chokes a bit* I'm sorry, what?
Turgon: Well, attempted wrestling. I still haven't managed to kill that little elfling I used to be, I suspect. *glares at his wine like it's the wine's fault and takes a gulp*
Finrod: *slight eyebrow arch, but, well, does remember Turgon's childhood crush -- bffs after all* What about the human woman? Eowyn?
Turgon: She's wonderful, but busy with her daughter so I don't see her so often and it's JUST a bit of silliness with Maglor.
Finrod: Ah, I see.
Turgon: Feanorians are, as always, dumb.
Finrod: *snickers* I see.
Turgon: Completely! A more pompous group of cousins does not exist.
Finrod: *concedes* That is probably true.
Maglor: *comes into the pub*
Turgon: *doesn't notice and still going on about it* And it's easy to ignore, you know, doing things like that.
Finrod: Things like what?
Turgon: Hands all over Maglor and such. Just weird leftover crush impulses.
Finrod: *spots Maglor* Of course...
Turgon: And it was just a silly childhood crush.
Finrod: *nudges with his foot*
Turgon: *talking about how nice Maglor's hair was now*
Maglor: *has spied them and made his way over* Hello, cousins!
Turgon: *frozen*
Finrod: Hello, Maglor!
Maglor: Am I interrupting?
Finrod: No, hardly...
Turgon: Hi. Hello.
Maglor: Hello, Turgon.
Bartender: *gets a third glass when Maglor sits*
Turgon: Didn't know you came here.
Maglor: Occasionally! I like to people watch, sometimes.
Turgon: Oh.
Finrod: *how amusing, considering their prior conversation* Have some wine. *pours, since Turgon seems a bit dumbstruck, topping up Turgon's glass as well, and a little in his own*
Turgon: *drinks quickly*
Maglor: Thanks. *takes a sip*
Turgon: *loosening up now that the wine's hitting him* People watching?
Maglor: Yeah. Bars are interesting!
Finrod: *glances at Turgon*
Turgon: Yes, they're nice.
Turgon: We were just talking about you, really.
Maglor: Oh really?
Turgon: Oh yes. Just you know, thoughts about you back when we were younger.
Maglor: Your favourite song? *grins*
Turgon: *pinks just slightly* Yes, things like that.
Finrod: I ought to get home. I'll leave you to it!
Turgon: *damn you! expression*
Finrod: *just a little bit evil! grins* Have a good night!
Maglor: So soon?
Finrod: *shrugs apologetically* It's been long days at work.
Maglor: *nods* Ah, of course.
Turgon: I can entertain you...
Finrod: *waves and heads out*
Maglor: Oh, can you? As I recall, you like to be dreadfully boring....
Turgon: Rude!
Maglor: *grins* Sorry.
Turgon: And here I was having FOND memories.
Maglor: You were a cute kid. *winks*
Turgon: And a handsome youth.
Maglor: Oh, were you? *feigns thoughtfulness* I didn't notice.
Turgon: Really? *disappointed tone*
Maglor: But, I suppose you didn't turn out ugly as an adult. *grin*
Turgon: I am no longer remotely happy to see you, *little 'I am drunk and silly' huff and drinks his wine*
Maglor: I expect nothing less! *refills both their glasses with the last of the bottle*
Turgon: Hmph! *sips* who are you watching tonight?
Maglor: Everyone. I didn't expect to see you here. What's brought you out?
Turgon: I was SUPPOSED to be spending time with that coward Finrod.
Maglor: Coward?
Turgon: *drunken handwave* Oh, he knows what he did.
Maglor: Working even your best friend too hard!
Turgon: Him and Lio, I multi-friend...
Maglor: And yet here you are with me!
Turgon: You can be my friend too. Even if you are a Fëanorian.
Maglor: *amused* Thanks. *orders them more drinks*
Turgon: Why're you all so arrogant?
Maglor: It's genetic. You have it too. *slides a drink towards him*
Turgon: No! You take that back! *accepts the drink* I am as humble as I am handsome and efficient.
Maglor: *laughs* Yes, yes.
Turgon: With history changed, Maglor, it won't be about how I was killed. It will be about how my filing system changed all of Arda.
Maglor: *snickers* I'm sure!
Turgon: Isn't that a better future? I can live as long as you did now...
Maglor: Indeed. If you do, you'll adore databases.
Turgon: Tell me about them. That word sounds wonderful. *it translated to something in Sindarin for him*
Maglor: *tells him about databases*
Turgon: *dreamy look, slowly turning into a dreamy look at Maglor's Maglorness*
Maglor: Maybe you'll be the one that creates them.
Turgon: I'm going to make an appointment with the house of artificers tomorrow.
Maglor: *chuckles*
Turgon: We could be doing so much more with the phone network..
Maglor: You need to get out more, cousin mine!
Turgon: I get out! I'm out right now! With you!
Turgon: *thinking about that face*
Maglor: More! *teasing*
Turgon: Like what?
Maglor: Weekly.
Turgon: I'd need a weekly reason.
Maglor: The reason is getting away from the office!
Turgon: I can't just walk outside without a reason. It's inefficient.
Maglor: *short laugh* Inefficient! You'll be inefficient if you get fat like Salgant.
Turgon: Salgant is very efficient at pissing me off.
Maglor: *grins* Oh really? More or less efficient than I am?
Turgon: You're special.
Maglor: *winks* Damn right.
Turgon: *quick wide smile and looks down at his drink*
Maglor: Sooooo...
Turgon: Soooo what?
Maglor: I heard something intriguing, earlier tonight.
Turgon: Hmm, such as?
Maglor: Something about my gorgeous hair?
Turgon: Oh wow look at the time.
Maglor: 10:30?
Turgon: Should get going. *stands up, banging his knee* Augh!
Maglor: You alright? You sure?
Turgon: Yes. Very. *turns quickly and walks out, forgetting he's giving Maglor the bill*
Maglor: *well, if he wasn't sure before, is rather sure now; not bothered about having to pick up the tab*
Well, that explains a lot about what happened the other night. It is a little surprising, but I suppose in hindsight it shouldn't be. Still, this infatuation is an intriguing piece of information. Now, what to do with it...