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gondolindrim2013-07-26 11:12 pm
forging_gold) wrote in gondolindrim2013-07-26 11:12 pm
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Cat and mouse with cousins.
Maglor: *spies Turgon at the festival later and waves*
Turgon: *trying out a frozen lemonade and waves back*
Maglor: *wanders over*
Turgon: 'lo. *sips, in a cheerful mood. Had a good time with Eowyn, who has since gone home since it's getting to Melkor's bedtime*
Maglor: You're a fan of festivals, aren't you.
Turgon: It helps people keep track of the seasons.
Turgon: Since the weather doesn't really change here.
Maglor: Strange. Being in the mountains, one would think it snowed.
Turgon: It rains, usually.
Maglor: *gets himself a frozen lemonade too*
Turgon: *finds a bench* I have no idea what's even in this, but it's great.
Maglor: Tastes lemony.
Turgon: Not too familiar with that.
Maglor: With lemon?
Turgon: *nods* One of the new fruits.
Maglor: I do like lemon.
Turgon: It's nice. Sour.
Maglor: *nods*
Turgon: You come here with anyone? *curious glance*
Maglor: Nope. Just wandering.
Turgon: I'm about done here myself. Did the kingly duties earlier.
Maglor: *nods* Not up for a drink then?
Turgon: Now, I didn't say that.
Maglor: Oh, good then!
Turgon: Where to?
Maglor: *names a bar* That good?
Turgon: That's good. *sets his empty cup where it belongs and walks beside Maglor*
Maglor: Did you actually ride any of your carnival rides?
Turgon: I did! I went on the ferris wheel with Eowyn and her daughter. *looks pleased as punch about that*
Maglor: You enjoyed that, hmm?
Turgon: I did. Quite the woman, Eowyn.
Maglor: Indeed?
Turgon: Mmhm. So what about you?
Maglor: Did I ride and rides? God no.
Turgon: Why? There were some great ones.
Maglor: I don't trust them not to break.
Turgon: Elven craftsmanship!
Maglor: Still.
Turgon: Hmph. Insulting my festival. *sips his wine*
Maglor: It was a very good festival.
Turgon: Good. That's better. I want more respect.
Maglor: *chuckles and orders them drinks*
Turgon: How's your brothers?
Maglor: Doing well! Very well.
Turgon: Even Celegorm? Damn.
Maglor: *amused* Especially Celegorm.
Turgon: That's so not fair.
Maglor: How is your brother?
Turgon: He's good. He hurt his arm, but he's recovered now.
Maglor: That's good. Doing what?
Turgon: Rescuing a cat from a cart.
Maglor: *arches an eyebrow* Well. That's noble.
Turgon: He's done dumber things. I think he cuts off Maedhros' hand at one point.
Maglor: *gives Turgon a dangerous look* Careful, cousin.
Turgon: What? Amputation is good now?
Maglor: Just shut up and drink.
Turgon: Hmph. *drinks as told*
Maglor: *QUITE thankful to Fingon, thank you very much!*
Turgon: *doesn't think rescuing Maedhros was bad!*
Maglor: *does not want to talk about it*
Turgon: It was that devil cat. That Fingon saved.
Maglor: The hideous grey one?
Turgon: I think it's black under the dust.
Turgon: Don't quote me.
Turgon: ...sorry for talking about what happened to your brother.
Maglor: I'll forgive you.
Turgon: Thank you.
Maglor: How is your sister?
Turgon: Good. We've been going for regular swims now that I'm trying not to work as hard.
Maglor: That's good!
Turgon: Have you gone swimming since we opened the fountain?
Maglor: *shakes his head* I should do.
Turgon: 's nice. And it's a warm night tonight, I should go for a dip...
Maglor: *considering look*
Turgon: If you want to.
Maglor: That could be fun.
Turgon: Meet up at the fountain then?
Maglor: Sure.
Turgon: *fetches his bathing suit and is undressing to just that when Maglor arrives at the fountain*
Maglor: *sticks his foot in the water* I brought us wine.
Turgon: Is that wise? *climbs in and leans over the side for wine*
Maglor: Who cares? *pours*
Turgon: What do you do if I die drunk in a fountain? *sips*
Maglor: *climbs in* Tell the people "at least he died happy".
Turgon: Drunken and flailing in the water for air. *floats closer to Maglor*
Maglor: *grins and sips his wine* You gotta live sometime.
Turgon: This is more me dying.
Maglor: *amused* Hardly.
Turgon: Oh, you'd save me?
Maglor: Yes, if only to avoid the paperwork.
Turgon: There's a LOT of paperwork for watching me die.
Turgon: I put it in the rules.
Maglor: *smirks over the rim of his glass* I bet you did...
Turgon: Uh huh *swum up close to Maglor*
Maglor: Miles of it, I'm sure.
Turgon: Miles. *sips his wine and relaxes*
Maglor: *nudges him*
Turgon: Hm? *smiles over at him, relaxed*
Maglor: Nothing. You just look good, for once.
Turgon: For once? *affronted* I'm rather handsome, as elves go. At least, that's what I tell myself in the mirror.
Maglor: *laughs* I meant more happy!
Turgon: I don't look happy? *concerned look*
Maglor: You do often scowl.
Turgon: Maybe just at you. *teasing*
Maglor: *grins and shrugs carelessly* Probably.
Turgon: *admiring look* You're pretty scowl-worthy.
Maglor: Am I? Well, I am a rule-breaker.
Turgon: An elf who just doesn't care.
Maglor: *happily agrees* Nope! *refills the glasses*
Turgon: Terrible. *drinks, resting his chin on the edge of the fountain, arms draped over the side*
Maglor: You love it. *takes a sip*
Turgon: Is there a human term for it that you've learned in your long travels?
Maglor: A human term for loving me? Nope.
Turgon: I don't love you!
Maglor: *sadface* How unfortunate.
Turgon: Why would it be unfortunate? You just like... being you.
Maglor: *shrugs* Don't you?
Turgon: What kind of love?
Maglor: I meant like being you.
Turgon: Oh. Oh. Um. Yes, I like me very much.
Maglor: *arches an eyebrow* Something wrong?
Turgon: Nothing. Any wine left?
Maglor: As a matter of fact! *fills up the glass*
Turgon: Good man. I could just kiss you.
Maglor: Oh reeeeeeally?
Turgon: It's very good wine. *nods and sips*
Maglor: Then maybe you should.
Turgon: *grins and leans forward to give Maglor a prim peck on the cheek*
Maglor: *amused* Satisfying?
Turgon: Yes.
Maglor: Reeeally?
Turgon: Reeeeeally.
Maglor: *a little closer* Really.
Turgon: *feeling unsure rather suddenly* Really.
Maglor: Should I have said satisfied instead?
Turgon: I. Um. *frowns, on uneven footing now*
Maglor: *tries it* Satisfied? *watching him*
Turgon: No.
Maglor: And... *voice low* What shall we do about that?
Turgon: *feeling rather warm* ...I should get going to bed, Maglor. *moves to climb out*
Maglor: I don't think you should.
Turgon: *stops* What do you think?
Maglor: I think you should stay. Relax. Have fun.
Turgon: Not sure that's a good idea with you.
Maglor: Why not?
Turgon: Just a feeling.
Maglor: You should live a little.
Turgon: And what would this living entail?
Maglor: *shrugs* Anything you want...
Turgon: ... *splash*
Maglor: Hey! *splashes back*
Turgon: *grins and splashpounces, on much firmer ground here*
Maglor: *retaliates*
Turgon: *tries to wrestle him into submission*
Maglor: *never! but, loses his footing*
Turgon: *goes under the water with him*
Maglor: *surfaces and shakes the hair out of his eyes*
Turgon: *starey*
Maglor: Satisfied?
Turgon: *kiss*
Maglor: *against his mouth* Better?
Turgon: *bolts out of the fountain, grabbing his clothes*
Maglor: *intrigued and amused; watches him flee*
Turgon: *trying out a frozen lemonade and waves back*
Maglor: *wanders over*
Turgon: 'lo. *sips, in a cheerful mood. Had a good time with Eowyn, who has since gone home since it's getting to Melkor's bedtime*
Maglor: You're a fan of festivals, aren't you.
Turgon: It helps people keep track of the seasons.
Turgon: Since the weather doesn't really change here.
Maglor: Strange. Being in the mountains, one would think it snowed.
Turgon: It rains, usually.
Maglor: *gets himself a frozen lemonade too*
Turgon: *finds a bench* I have no idea what's even in this, but it's great.
Maglor: Tastes lemony.
Turgon: Not too familiar with that.
Maglor: With lemon?
Turgon: *nods* One of the new fruits.
Maglor: I do like lemon.
Turgon: It's nice. Sour.
Maglor: *nods*
Turgon: You come here with anyone? *curious glance*
Maglor: Nope. Just wandering.
Turgon: I'm about done here myself. Did the kingly duties earlier.
Maglor: *nods* Not up for a drink then?
Turgon: Now, I didn't say that.
Maglor: Oh, good then!
Turgon: Where to?
Maglor: *names a bar* That good?
Turgon: That's good. *sets his empty cup where it belongs and walks beside Maglor*
Maglor: Did you actually ride any of your carnival rides?
Turgon: I did! I went on the ferris wheel with Eowyn and her daughter. *looks pleased as punch about that*
Maglor: You enjoyed that, hmm?
Turgon: I did. Quite the woman, Eowyn.
Maglor: Indeed?
Turgon: Mmhm. So what about you?
Maglor: Did I ride and rides? God no.
Turgon: Why? There were some great ones.
Maglor: I don't trust them not to break.
Turgon: Elven craftsmanship!
Maglor: Still.
Turgon: Hmph. Insulting my festival. *sips his wine*
Maglor: It was a very good festival.
Turgon: Good. That's better. I want more respect.
Maglor: *chuckles and orders them drinks*
Turgon: How's your brothers?
Maglor: Doing well! Very well.
Turgon: Even Celegorm? Damn.
Maglor: *amused* Especially Celegorm.
Turgon: That's so not fair.
Maglor: How is your brother?
Turgon: He's good. He hurt his arm, but he's recovered now.
Maglor: That's good. Doing what?
Turgon: Rescuing a cat from a cart.
Maglor: *arches an eyebrow* Well. That's noble.
Turgon: He's done dumber things. I think he cuts off Maedhros' hand at one point.
Maglor: *gives Turgon a dangerous look* Careful, cousin.
Turgon: What? Amputation is good now?
Maglor: Just shut up and drink.
Turgon: Hmph. *drinks as told*
Maglor: *QUITE thankful to Fingon, thank you very much!*
Turgon: *doesn't think rescuing Maedhros was bad!*
Maglor: *does not want to talk about it*
Turgon: It was that devil cat. That Fingon saved.
Maglor: The hideous grey one?
Turgon: I think it's black under the dust.
Turgon: Don't quote me.
Turgon: ...sorry for talking about what happened to your brother.
Maglor: I'll forgive you.
Turgon: Thank you.
Maglor: How is your sister?
Turgon: Good. We've been going for regular swims now that I'm trying not to work as hard.
Maglor: That's good!
Turgon: Have you gone swimming since we opened the fountain?
Maglor: *shakes his head* I should do.
Turgon: 's nice. And it's a warm night tonight, I should go for a dip...
Maglor: *considering look*
Turgon: If you want to.
Maglor: That could be fun.
Turgon: Meet up at the fountain then?
Maglor: Sure.
Turgon: *fetches his bathing suit and is undressing to just that when Maglor arrives at the fountain*
Maglor: *sticks his foot in the water* I brought us wine.
Turgon: Is that wise? *climbs in and leans over the side for wine*
Maglor: Who cares? *pours*
Turgon: What do you do if I die drunk in a fountain? *sips*
Maglor: *climbs in* Tell the people "at least he died happy".
Turgon: Drunken and flailing in the water for air. *floats closer to Maglor*
Maglor: *grins and sips his wine* You gotta live sometime.
Turgon: This is more me dying.
Maglor: *amused* Hardly.
Turgon: Oh, you'd save me?
Maglor: Yes, if only to avoid the paperwork.
Turgon: There's a LOT of paperwork for watching me die.
Turgon: I put it in the rules.
Maglor: *smirks over the rim of his glass* I bet you did...
Turgon: Uh huh *swum up close to Maglor*
Maglor: Miles of it, I'm sure.
Turgon: Miles. *sips his wine and relaxes*
Maglor: *nudges him*
Turgon: Hm? *smiles over at him, relaxed*
Maglor: Nothing. You just look good, for once.
Turgon: For once? *affronted* I'm rather handsome, as elves go. At least, that's what I tell myself in the mirror.
Maglor: *laughs* I meant more happy!
Turgon: I don't look happy? *concerned look*
Maglor: You do often scowl.
Turgon: Maybe just at you. *teasing*
Maglor: *grins and shrugs carelessly* Probably.
Turgon: *admiring look* You're pretty scowl-worthy.
Maglor: Am I? Well, I am a rule-breaker.
Turgon: An elf who just doesn't care.
Maglor: *happily agrees* Nope! *refills the glasses*
Turgon: Terrible. *drinks, resting his chin on the edge of the fountain, arms draped over the side*
Maglor: You love it. *takes a sip*
Turgon: Is there a human term for it that you've learned in your long travels?
Maglor: A human term for loving me? Nope.
Turgon: I don't love you!
Maglor: *sadface* How unfortunate.
Turgon: Why would it be unfortunate? You just like... being you.
Maglor: *shrugs* Don't you?
Turgon: What kind of love?
Maglor: I meant like being you.
Turgon: Oh. Oh. Um. Yes, I like me very much.
Maglor: *arches an eyebrow* Something wrong?
Turgon: Nothing. Any wine left?
Maglor: As a matter of fact! *fills up the glass*
Turgon: Good man. I could just kiss you.
Maglor: Oh reeeeeeally?
Turgon: It's very good wine. *nods and sips*
Maglor: Then maybe you should.
Turgon: *grins and leans forward to give Maglor a prim peck on the cheek*
Maglor: *amused* Satisfying?
Turgon: Yes.
Maglor: Reeeally?
Turgon: Reeeeeally.
Maglor: *a little closer* Really.
Turgon: *feeling unsure rather suddenly* Really.
Maglor: Should I have said satisfied instead?
Turgon: I. Um. *frowns, on uneven footing now*
Maglor: *tries it* Satisfied? *watching him*
Turgon: No.
Maglor: And... *voice low* What shall we do about that?
Turgon: *feeling rather warm* ...I should get going to bed, Maglor. *moves to climb out*
Maglor: I don't think you should.
Turgon: *stops* What do you think?
Maglor: I think you should stay. Relax. Have fun.
Turgon: Not sure that's a good idea with you.
Maglor: Why not?
Turgon: Just a feeling.
Maglor: You should live a little.
Turgon: And what would this living entail?
Maglor: *shrugs* Anything you want...
Turgon: ... *splash*
Maglor: Hey! *splashes back*
Turgon: *grins and splashpounces, on much firmer ground here*
Maglor: *retaliates*
Turgon: *tries to wrestle him into submission*
Maglor: *never! but, loses his footing*
Turgon: *goes under the water with him*
Maglor: *surfaces and shakes the hair out of his eyes*
Turgon: *starey*
Maglor: Satisfied?
Turgon: *kiss*
Maglor: *against his mouth* Better?
Turgon: *bolts out of the fountain, grabbing his clothes*
Maglor: *intrigued and amused; watches him flee*
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