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gondolindrim2013-09-11 06:04 pm
forging_gold) wrote in gondolindrim2013-09-11 06:04 pm
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In which Turgon fails at subtlety.
Turgon: *taking Maeglin to the park as part of 'give Maeglin and Idril3 a walk' in his work schedule*
Maglor: *spots them; been meaning to talk to Turgon, in light of recent events*
Maeglin: *trying to engage Idril3 in wrassling*
Turgon: No, Mae. Idril3 is a delicate princess
Maglor: Hello, Turgon.
Turgon: GAH!
Maeglin: AHHHH!
Idril3: Wurf?
Maglor: *bends to scritch Idril3* Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. *though clearly not terribly bothered*
Turgon: You scared the baby. You should go before you distress him more.
Maeglin: *totally over it*
Maglor: He seems fine now. Probably he was reacting to you startling.
Turgon: Rrrr.
Maglor: Can we talk?
Turgon: About what? *CASUAL TONE*
Maglor: I think you have an idea what. I heard you called Celegorm by mistake.
Turgon: Celegorm is crazy. Ignore everything he says ever.
Maeglin: Uncle Celly!
Turgon: No, his name is 'Jerkface', Mae.
Maeglin: Uncle Jerkface Celly?
Maglor: This is Maeglin? *amused at the name Uncle Jerkface Celly though*
Turgon: Yes. I'm raising him.
Maglor: Hello, little Maeglin.
Maeglin: *tiny bow*
Maglor: *chuckles*
Turgon: This is your Uncle Maglor, who is also a bad sort.
Maeglin: *thinks that sounds great*
Maglor: *gamely agrees* Yes, very bad. Far worse than Cele. *winks at Mae*
Maeglin: *all his favourite people papa calls bad, so...* Hi! *waves*
Maglor: Hi.
Turgon: You are going to get eaten by a warg.
Turgon: I might be talking to you, Maglor. I'm not sure.
Maglor: Such idle threats... But seriously. What did you say to Cele?
Turgon: I just thought it was you. That's all.
Maglor: I know that part...
Turgon: What part do you want to know?
Maglor: What it was you said.
Turgon: *covers Mae's ears and ignores Mae's angry squeaks* I just said that the night before didn't happen and I was drunk.
Maglor: *arches an eyebrow* Celegorm's really up in arms about it. *which is still funny*
Turgon: Celegorm would be up in arms if I mentioned that you were my cousin.
Maglor: *grins* Probably right.
Turgon: And I didn't mention the kiss. *thinks this is convincing*
Maglor: *knows that for a lie* You did so!
Turgon: I just said I didn't!
Maglor: That you did was the first thing out of my brother's mouth.
Turgon: Then why did you ask me! Maeglin, let's go. We have no time for Maglor's games *completely embarrassed*
Maeglin: *so totally confused*
Maglor: You know that's not the point. I'm not letting you off the hook so easily, and you know it!
Turgon: What hook is there! I was drunk!
Maglor: ...Fine. Alright. Calm down.
Turgon: I am calm!
Maglor: Why'd you run?
Turgon: Well, obviously I was sobering up.
Maglor: Why're you running now?
Turgon: Well, um. It's Mae's naptime.
Maeglin: Isn't!
Turgon: Hush.
Maglor: *knowing look* Well, if you really want to keep pretending nothing's happened... *shrug*
Turgon: Well, don't you?
Maglor: Why should I pretend it didn't? *wouldn't go spreading the details of it around, but isn't suffering any of the guilt Turgon apparently is*
Turgon: It is strange and awkward.
Maglor: A little maybe. So what?
Turgon: I'm also a married man. *picked up Maeglin to make him stop trying to escape the boring grownups*
Maglor: You're a very guilty man, Turukáno.
Turgon: Well, you've had longer to work with it, Kanafinwë.
Maglor: *slight quirk of his mouth* Yes. That I have.
Turgon: Well. I think that settles it. *firmly, not sure what he's managed to settle but thinks this is a good phrase to get out of discussing kissing Maglor*
Maglor: *gives him an odd look* Alright. I'll leave you two to it.
Turgon: Thank you. Come along, Mae.
Idril3: *drops the bit of paper with the poem Turgon was working on in his office on Maglor's foot*
Idril3: :D *tailwag, has been hoping to use the love poem for fetch*
Maglor: *gives Idril3 a pat in farewell and picks up the paper, assuming it's just a random scrap the pug has stolen, but will check to make sure it's nothing important*
Idril3: *waits, then gives up on it being tossed and scampers off after his master*
Maglor: *reads over the rumpled and slightly wet paper; ohhhhshit*
Turgon: *no idea the dog's been raiding his trashbin*
Maglor: *folds it and puts it in his pocket*
Oh eru.
Maglor: *spots them; been meaning to talk to Turgon, in light of recent events*
Maeglin: *trying to engage Idril3 in wrassling*
Turgon: No, Mae. Idril3 is a delicate princess
Maglor: Hello, Turgon.
Turgon: GAH!
Maeglin: AHHHH!
Idril3: Wurf?
Maglor: *bends to scritch Idril3* Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. *though clearly not terribly bothered*
Turgon: You scared the baby. You should go before you distress him more.
Maeglin: *totally over it*
Maglor: He seems fine now. Probably he was reacting to you startling.
Turgon: Rrrr.
Maglor: Can we talk?
Turgon: About what? *CASUAL TONE*
Maglor: I think you have an idea what. I heard you called Celegorm by mistake.
Turgon: Celegorm is crazy. Ignore everything he says ever.
Maeglin: Uncle Celly!
Turgon: No, his name is 'Jerkface', Mae.
Maeglin: Uncle Jerkface Celly?
Maglor: This is Maeglin? *amused at the name Uncle Jerkface Celly though*
Turgon: Yes. I'm raising him.
Maglor: Hello, little Maeglin.
Maeglin: *tiny bow*
Maglor: *chuckles*
Turgon: This is your Uncle Maglor, who is also a bad sort.
Maeglin: *thinks that sounds great*
Maglor: *gamely agrees* Yes, very bad. Far worse than Cele. *winks at Mae*
Maeglin: *all his favourite people papa calls bad, so...* Hi! *waves*
Maglor: Hi.
Turgon: You are going to get eaten by a warg.
Turgon: I might be talking to you, Maglor. I'm not sure.
Maglor: Such idle threats... But seriously. What did you say to Cele?
Turgon: I just thought it was you. That's all.
Maglor: I know that part...
Turgon: What part do you want to know?
Maglor: What it was you said.
Turgon: *covers Mae's ears and ignores Mae's angry squeaks* I just said that the night before didn't happen and I was drunk.
Maglor: *arches an eyebrow* Celegorm's really up in arms about it. *which is still funny*
Turgon: Celegorm would be up in arms if I mentioned that you were my cousin.
Maglor: *grins* Probably right.
Turgon: And I didn't mention the kiss. *thinks this is convincing*
Maglor: *knows that for a lie* You did so!
Turgon: I just said I didn't!
Maglor: That you did was the first thing out of my brother's mouth.
Turgon: Then why did you ask me! Maeglin, let's go. We have no time for Maglor's games *completely embarrassed*
Maeglin: *so totally confused*
Maglor: You know that's not the point. I'm not letting you off the hook so easily, and you know it!
Turgon: What hook is there! I was drunk!
Maglor: ...Fine. Alright. Calm down.
Turgon: I am calm!
Maglor: Why'd you run?
Turgon: Well, obviously I was sobering up.
Maglor: Why're you running now?
Turgon: Well, um. It's Mae's naptime.
Maeglin: Isn't!
Turgon: Hush.
Maglor: *knowing look* Well, if you really want to keep pretending nothing's happened... *shrug*
Turgon: Well, don't you?
Maglor: Why should I pretend it didn't? *wouldn't go spreading the details of it around, but isn't suffering any of the guilt Turgon apparently is*
Turgon: It is strange and awkward.
Maglor: A little maybe. So what?
Turgon: I'm also a married man. *picked up Maeglin to make him stop trying to escape the boring grownups*
Maglor: You're a very guilty man, Turukáno.
Turgon: Well, you've had longer to work with it, Kanafinwë.
Maglor: *slight quirk of his mouth* Yes. That I have.
Turgon: Well. I think that settles it. *firmly, not sure what he's managed to settle but thinks this is a good phrase to get out of discussing kissing Maglor*
Maglor: *gives him an odd look* Alright. I'll leave you two to it.
Turgon: Thank you. Come along, Mae.
Idril3: *drops the bit of paper with the poem Turgon was working on in his office on Maglor's foot*
Idril3: :D *tailwag, has been hoping to use the love poem for fetch*
Maglor: *gives Idril3 a pat in farewell and picks up the paper, assuming it's just a random scrap the pug has stolen, but will check to make sure it's nothing important*
Idril3: *waits, then gives up on it being tossed and scampers off after his master*
Maglor: *reads over the rumpled and slightly wet paper; ohhhhshit*
Turgon: *no idea the dog's been raiding his trashbin*
Maglor: *folds it and puts it in his pocket*
Oh eru.