Romantic advice. Sort of.

[finrod]

Turgon: *calling Finrod's name*

Finrod: Yes?

Turgon: *grinning* Want to go to the petting zoo?

Finrod: I'm a little worried about agreeing to that. You'll probably want more pets.

Turgon: We're supervising a little girl

Finrod: *confused* A little girl?

Turgon: Eowyn and her little girl.

Finrod: Eowyn is the woman you like, isn't she?

Turgon: Mmhmm.

Finrod: So then, why do you want me tagging along?

Turgon: Well, she thought I should instead of just ditching you more.

Finrod: *grins* I don't mind.

Turgon: Weeeeell...

Finrod: Well?

Turgon: Maybe another elf would scare the little girl.
Turgon: She's afraid of elves. Apparently she thinks she's Melkor and we're going to hurt her.

Finrod: I see what you mean.

Turgon: Walk with me, I wish to speak of Eowyn.

Finrod: *nods*

Turgon: I've invited her out riding, her people are really into horses...

Finrod: That sounds like a good date!

Turgon: Still not sure I should refer to it as a date. Can you just sort of court someone forever without actual cheating on your wife?

Finrod: *torn, because surely it would be cheating if his wife were alive, and it might well be cheating now; but then, Turgon moping around for the rest of his life is no good either* I don't know.

Turgon: Me either. That's the problem.

Finrod: Whatever feels proper, I suppose.

Turgon: Well, cutting off all contact and keeping to myself feels proper.

Finrod: That doesn't sound healthy though.

Turgon: See, that's where the plan hitches. And I really don't want to do that.

Finrod: I can't tell you what you should do.

Turgon: I just keep envisioning asking my father for advice and then I want a strong drink.

Finrod: *sympathetic grin* Well, you don't have to worry about that!

Turgon: Small favours. And Fingon's got questionable enough taste I can't ask him for advice.

Finrod: What, Maedhros?

Turgon: A Feanorian!

Finrod: *refrains from rolling his eyes*

Turgon: Why does everyone act like I'm crazy.

Finrod: *grins* Because you are.

Turgon: Off with your head!

Finrod: Psh. Then what?

Turgon: I dunno. I could put it on a pike.

Finrod: How gruesome, Turu!

Turgon: Humans do that!

Finrod: Do they? That's awful.

Turgon: Well, humans. They're like us but worse.

Finrod: Charming, my cousin.

Turgon: I should not say this around Eowyn, should I.

Finrod: Definitely not!

Turgon: Girls are hard. *joking*

Finrod: *laughs* Too right.

Turgon: So you're not joining us for the petting zoo?

Finrod: I think you should spend some time with this woman without me.

Turgon: Thank you *squeezes his arm and hurries off to rejoin them*