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Theo brought me fireworks! Fireworks, hmmm.

Theoden: *brings over a wrapped package that smells of sulphur*
Fëanor: *suspicious*
Theoden: it's a gift!
Fëanor: A gift of what?
Theoden: fireworks
Fëanor: *eyes light up* Really? Let's go shoot them off!

( Nothing better than explosions! )

Fireworks could be very useful...

second_time_around

Fëanor: *goes prowling through the city, looking for Celegorm's new home*
Celegorm: *is outside in the yard doing some pruning, and filling in holes dug by Huan*
Fëanor: *turns down that street and spies him*
Celegorm: *snips the top off a bush and stands back to admire his work* Perfect.
Fëanor: *doesn't mean to sneak up, but is kind of stealthy* Turkafinwë.
Celegorm: *jumps and whips around* Ahh! Father! *grins* Hi...
Fëanor: Hello! *smiles* I've come to visit!

( And now, a visit from your crazy father... )

second_time_around

Theoden: *moping at Feanor's* my son's gone off to find himself, my cat's missing...
Dagnir: *comes in through the window*
Theoden: oh. Well. Okay, things are better
Fëanor: The cat is cheering.

( I have a plan for that cheering cat... )

Finally, triumph!

princetheoden

Theoden: *sees Feanor on his silmaril search and sneaks up behind him as much as he'll let himself pretend Feanor will let him sneak and reaches up to cover his eyes* guess who!

Fëanor: *heard him coming* Um. Turgon?

Theoden: much handsomer.

Fëanor: Oh. Glorfindel.

Theoden: more gingery

Fëanor: *spins, pretending to be surprised* Oh, Theo!
( No, obviously I'm Nerdanel )

celegorm

I ran into Father at the market. He's acting odd...even for him.

Fëanor: *stalking the city with purpose; ignoring the startled glances and upset citizens he leaves in his wake*

Celegorm: *is walking home from the market with some ears of fresh corn and some field peas when he spies his Father* Father?

Fëanor: *inspecting the mosaic on one of the buildings; stops and straightens up* Turkafinwë!

Celegorm: *approaches Feanor and grins* What...what are you doing? *gives him a hug*

( Besides acting like a nutjob, of course. )

Celegorm: *walks back to his house, opens the door and calls out* Honey, I'm home!

Ecthelion: *laughs and calls out from the bedroom* I'm in here!

( In the bedroom? Imagine that. ) And then things got really fun.

Current Mood: horny

second_time_around

I must check out this Spring Festival. There are people to ~~intimidate~~ watch, wares to purchase, foods to eat...

Fëanor: *goes to the Festival; lurks around, as usual*
Theoden: *calls out something about seeing Fingon later to Feanor's earshot, before spotting HIS elf and hurries over* hey! You didn't tell me you were coming
Fëanor: I hadn't decided! *glancing around* It's very interesting.
Theoden: I'm off duty, so I can be your tour guide. *loops his arm with Feanor's, ice cream cone in the other*
Fëanor: *grins* Excellent. Show me everything.

( Always good to have a guide… )

Petting those baby animals and dunking Rog really put me in a good mood. That "silmaril" maker was lucky for that. I see that people burn down other's shops here, in retaliation. Something to bear in mind.

second_time_around

I haven't seen my sons in a bit. Probably best not to drop in on Turkafinwë, considering the rumors I've heard, but I'll see what the eldest two are up to.

Fëanor: *comes to visit his sons*
Maglor: *surprised; Fëanor, out of his workshop?* Hello, father.
Fëanor: Hello. Can I come in?
Maglor: Sure. *steps aside, holding the door*
Maedhros: *in the kitchen* Is that our father? Visting?!
Maglor: Surprising, isn't it? *goes into the kitchen*
Fëanor: *follows Maglor* Yes, yes, I am a hermit. Hello, Nelyafinwë.
Maedhros: Hello, atar. Would you care for coffee?
Fëanor: *considers* I do enjoy coffee. Theoden often brings it to me.
Maglor: Nelyo has a chic new coffee machine.
Maedhros: Yes, well. *doesn't want to speak of Theoden* Let me show you! *demonstrates*
Fëanor: *fascinated* How clever!
Maglor: He can make those cappucinos you like.
Maedhros: *proceeds to whip one up and presents it to Fëanor* Ta da!
Fëanor: *takes and sips* Very good!

( In which I am well fed, and bother my sons, like any good father should… )

That was an excellent dinner. Who knew Nelyafinwë was such a good cook? It reminds me of home, and of family times ~~and my wife~~ … but all that is over and behind us now. I have to get back to the tracking device for that devious cat, and I suppose I should plan to attend that spring festival...

dagnir

( Discreet cut for Dagnir's plan to make more spies in action )

Dagnir: *sniffs Feanor*

Feanor: *sniffs Dagnir*

Dagnir: !! *rears onto his back legs and bats Feanor's face*

Feanor: *bats back; but gently*

Dagnir: *mind blown*

Feanor: Mmmhmn. Stop sending letters, you.

Dagnir: *very carefully does not look at Feanor to acknowledge he understood and licks himself instead*

Feanor: I know you understand. I don't understand why you are trying to push Theo and that woman together.

Dagnir: *warring with himself over answering*

Dagnir: *finally* she good mate.

Feanor: They despise each other. You're only getting the two of them into trouble, and in the woman's case, danger.

Dagnir: they no hate soon. He no hate. *annoyed tail licking* It good. She good. I find better way

Feanor: careful, *warning voice* I said no.

Dagnir: *looks Feanor in the eye* You no master.

Feanor: I could be.

Dagnir: *cat snort and hops down from the table, tail in the air* *disdainfully* I choose mine. You no it

Feanor: I choose who to tell that you talk.

Dagnir: *freezes and looks over his shoulder at Feanor* this why I no like you touch my human

Dagnir: you bad. She good

Feanor: I'm not trying to get either of them in trouble, or hurt.

Dagnir: I fix things. You keep away. You let my human go

Feanor: Your human gets to decide if he wants to go or not. And if he does, I will respect his decision. But you don't get to decide for him. Nor for the woman.

Dagnir: He need watched for.

Feanor: Watching out for him is one thing. Manipulating him is another. And getting him in trouble is worse.

Dagnir: I make mistake. I no make it again

Feanor: I will tell him what you're doing.

Dagnir: then it give them the idea. Make it easier

Feanor: If that's what you think.

Dagnir: *hops out the window, wiggles a bit to get through and is gone*

Feanor: *has a plan anyway; heads off to the house of artificers*

Bah.

princetheoden

So obviously talking to her was no good, because Nuala's a jerk. I wish I knew what the hell was getting into Dagnir about her.

Theoden: *joined by Dagnir as he storms from Nuala's shop to Feanor's forge* --and she was mocking me and I was just trying to fix things and where did that horrible letter even come from?

Dagnir:: *somehow looks shiftier* mroowl

Theoden: *knocks*

Fëanor: Come in.
( In which Feanor decides to teach me how to be a better person, which is a little weird if you think about it )

princetheoden

To sum up: Murderers massacred (ew), only the captain seriously injured, Dred's fine, Dred's boyfriend is fine, my friends in the guard are fine, and I'm back exploring the city and getting paid for it.

Dagnir's been keeping me in his sights, but he's slipped off on his own little cat mission finally so it's time to go visit Feanor without fending off the fuzzy menace. He's been getting cranky whenever I go to Feanor's, I think he doesn't like the smell of the forge.

Theoden: *drops by with coffee* Your giant wall o' swords is gone, I see

Fëanor: Has been for quite a while. I gave them to the guard.

Theoden: I have been way too busy lately, then. *sits and offers Feanor a cup*

Fëanor: *takes it* Thanks. Well, murders and so on.
( Relaxing with the boyfriend is nice )

second_time_around

I really need to see that room underground, to see if I can understand that magic that was going on...

Fëanor: *walking over to the sewer entrance after leaving the palace*
Celegorm: *leaves the House of Healing after Lio falls asleep and sees Feanor* Father!
Fëanor: *pauses and turns* Turkafinwë! Hello!
Celegorm: *gives him a hug* It is good to see you, especially in light of all that has happened. I just saw Lio. He's lucky to be alive.
Fëanor: It is good to see you too! *hugs back* Yes, he is. I saw him get stabbed. It was a bad wound. I'm glad they were able to save him.
Celegorm: Me, too. I'm still unclear about what happened or why. Who are those crazy Elves?
Fëanor: It seems they were a cult, of some sort. Here, I'm on my way to their lair. Do you want to join me? I can explain what I know.

( Just a father and son visit to the sewers! )

Mmm, tacos.

second_time_around

Fëanor: *the next morning, decides to go see Finrod, and bring him the sheath for the new sword*
Finrod: *in his rooms, cleaning his wound; glad to finally be bathed and mostly rested*
Fëanor: *makes his way to the palace and to Finrod's rooms, intimidating many elves in the process; knocks*
Finrod: *calls* Come in!
Fëanor: *walks in, closing the door behind him* Finderáto?

( Surprise! )

I think I'll go look at that altar room in the sewers again.

princetheoden

Sleeping's hard when you're wired and your arm hurts, no matter what mysterious substance Eowyn feeds you. And I don't want to pester her, so...

Theoden: *bored in bed for his overnight stay at the House of Healing*

Fëanor: *has gone home to clean himself off*

Theoden: *wonders if there's any books for him to read and gets out of bed to look around*
( OH IF ONLY MY PRINCE WOULD COME )

second_time_around

After the battle with the cultists is over, and the wounded have all been taken to the House of Healing, Fëanor stays behind in the sewers with the remaining guards. As they scurry about quickly, removing the dead bodies of the cultists, and collecting evidence, Fëanor prowls around the altar room, trying to determine the source of the bad feelings and the evil magic. With the death of the cult members, and the disappearance of the leaders, the feelings are weaker, but not gone. Finally, he stops in front of the altar, and examines it thoroughly.

This is it. It must be destroyed. *pulls his sword out*

finrod

Finrod tries every spell that might corrode the metal into rust, and every spell of strength he can remember to break the chain binding him. It's only when these fail that he thinks of the basic principles of metalwork. The links and bands of steel will have seams for all their outward smoothness. He focuses on the centre chain link first, but though it grows hot enough that he can burn his fingertips if he stretches to touch the chain, the solder does not fail.

He sighs and jerks on the chain in frustration. The cuts on his neck itch. He recalls the girl's - Rae's - words.

"Strong blood makes good magic."

A shiver runs through him even as he finds the joint in the band on his left wrist. It grows red-hot, but he concentrates hard enough to ignore the worst of the pain, even as blood begins to trickle over the metal. He can feel the metal give, bends it on the rung of the chair just enough to work his hand free...

From there it's easy enough to snap the length of chain that had linked his wrists together, and he throws the broken band into the water as soon as he gets out of the room. He can't ignore his wounds indefinitely, and a hot, sick feeling courses through him. Still, he keeps his footsteps silent.

_{So, from here we'll play in comments for the rescue party arriving and ensuing chaos!}

turgonthewise

Turgon: *has just sent Maeglin back to his sister for his nap and is taking a break with his puppy*

Gelgannel: *writing up the notes for the day*

Ecthelion: *to Gelgannel* Is he available, Gel?
( Bad news about Finrod )

I'm just going to sit here and stress drink a lot of tea. I hope it turns out he's just off with Celegorm or something.

And what the hell is my uncle going on about with my city?

second_time_around

I need to listen to the city again...

Theoden: *finishing up his patrol and sewer guarding, not enjoying these extra shifts at all*
Fëanor: *walking around the city; pausing at various spots to look around*
Theoden: *notices some familiar bodylanguage in front of him and follows behind to give (hopefully) Fëanor a surprise*
Fëanor: *crouching low to study some tiles*
Theoden: boo
Fëanor: *disappointingly, doesn't even flinch* Hello Theo. *straightens and turns*

( Not really looking at anything! )

I will get back to my walk later.

forging_gold

Maglor: *knocks on Fëanor's door*

Fëanor: *calls* Come in.

Maglor: *opens the door* Father?

Fëanor: Oh, Kanafinwë! Come in!

Maglor: How are you?

Fëanor: Very well, thank you. *working on a sword*

( At least that is 'sword' singular. )

Well, phone-like gem communication devices sound much more comforting than a number of things I could imagine him working on...

second_time_around

On one of his many walks around the city…

Finrod: *taking his break sitting by one of the fountains in the King's Square*
Fëanor: *walking through the square, frowning to himself, elves scattering in his wake*
Finrod: *fingers trailing in the water; notices people scurrying with greater than usual fervor, puzzled*
Fëanor: *pauses in the middle of the square, looks deep in thought*
Finrod: *spies him; ah, puzzle solved*
Fëanor: *glances around, doesn't really notice the elves moving away from him now, is used to it; glance lands on Finrod* Oh, Finderato... *walks over to him*
Finrod: Hello, Feanaro.
Fëanor: Hello, nephew. When did you arrive in the city?
Finrod: Several weeks ago. And you?
Fëanor: A few months now. *gestures* May I sit?
Finrod: Sure.
Fëanor: *sits and rubs his head* How are you finding the city?
Finrod: It's interesting so far. *eyeing him, Feanor's never taken a great interest in him* And you?
Fëanor: Also interesting. Turukáno has graciously given me a second chance here. *not looking at Finrod but out over the square, as if trying to find something* I must owe you an apology.
Finrod: *wonders what he is looking for; simply* Yes. You do.
Fëanor: *has been practicing this apology thing; thinks he's getting better at it* I'm sorry.
Finrod: *glances at him to ascertain his honesty; slowly* Thank you.
Fëanor: *nods; then changes the subject* Do you have a sword?
Finrod: Yes... *wearing it now, what with the goings on; the question confuses him a bit though*
Fëanor: *hadn't noticed; has been busy staring around the square* Oh yes, I see ... I can make you a better one.
Finrod: *frowns a bit, though is sure he could* Why?
Fëanor: *looks a little vague, as if thinking of something* You need protection in this city... something is not right here.
Finrod: No, you're right about that at least. Something isn't right. *though his sword is quite nice enough, thank you very much*
Fëanor: *glances at him sharply* Can you feel it too?
Finrod: Feel what? *only meant the strange murders*
Fëanor: I just... I get a feeling of something very wrong, some... I hesitate to say "evil" but.... there is something bad here.
Finrod: *frowns* Something other than the murders?
Fëanor: Maybe... *looks as if he's thinking hard* Maybe it's connected. I am not sure. I just know... I walk this city, and there are places... areas... that feel wrong. Bad.
Finrod: *cocks his head* What places?
Fëanor: It's not the place itself, but... *thinks on how to describe* the area? the vicinity? Just ... the feeling is stronger in those spots.
Finrod: Which spots?
Fëanor: Here. It is very strong here. *rubs a hand against the back of his neck; names a few other spots*
Finrod: *makes mental note* Strange...
Fëanor: Yes. *nods, as if making up his mind* You need a better sword. You need protection. I will make one for you. *unlike his offers of swords to Turgon and the guards, there is not an ulterior motive here - he feels Finrod NEEDS a better sword*
Finrod: *frowns a little, feeling like a child; but tries to be graceful, because it's Feanor* ...Thank you. *idly traces fingers over the hilt of his own sword*
Fëanor: You are welcome. *stands* I will work on it, and bring it to you. I can find you where?
Finrod: *tells him*
Fëanor: Very well. I will bring it soon.
Finrod: Thank you.
Fëanor: *starts walking away; stops, and glances back* You're welcome, nephew. And... be careful. *strides back off through the crowd, glancing this way and that*
Finrod: *is left extremely bewildered*

Something is wrong...I wish I could figure this out. I am not sure Finderato -- or anyone -- is safe.

princetheoden

Theoden: *lets himself in with coffee* Feanor?
Fëanor: *staring at an item on his work table* Yes? Oh, hello, Theo.
Theoden: would you like to go out today?
Fëanor: You know, I think that's a good idea.
( I showed him the murder tree. He was impressed )

I'm fairly sure he's not going to dissect me now.

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In which Fëanor gets to blow things up and this puts him in a good mood

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If I could read thought bubbles, I'd be more concerned

The one with the 2 most important men in my life.

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A creature of whim

Dagnir's Big Day

Yes, I'm being a bigot, but can we PLEASE TALK ABOUT HOW I WAS WRONGED

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Late-night visits from potential serial killers

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The prison opening, the chain that snaps.

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He's not exploding anything. Good.

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