Welcome to Gondolin!

Finrod takes a little time to himself to wander the festival, taking in the sights and sounds and just unwinding. The artists' row reminds him a little of Alqualondë, with the bright paintings, coloured glasswork and silver jewelry. And of course it's easy enough to go unnoticed in a crowd.

Of course, his reverie is interrupted by an ever decorous Turgon.

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Turgon: *pounces*

Finrod: AGH!

Turgon: Hiii.

Finrod: Hey!

Turgon: It's me, the king.

( Oh to be Finrod. )

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_{Obviously takes place before Ecthelion meets up with Turgon for fish-winning and speeches. But Dreamwidth won't let me alter time and backdate.}

Finrod has sternly reminded all relevant guards that per their oath of office, they have sworn to serve the King of Gondolin and uphold his laws with fairness, integrity, diligence and impartiality, according equal respect to all people and executing the powers and duties of office honestly, faithfully and diligently without fear of or favour to any person and with malice or ill-will toward none. Any guard who has issue with or feels he or she cannot uphold this pledge in its fullness is advised to come forward and be relieved of his or her duty without further penalty.

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_{Posted here so as to avoid repeating myself to all the guards. ;)}

Finrod: *goes down to see the Dunlending woman - never did get a name*
( Two sides to every tale. )

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This is entirely unacceptable behaviour from the guards and shall not be tolerated.

Gwaedhon: *has just gotten the latest report from Ravion on the interviews with the families of the deceased and knocks on Lio's, now Finrod's, office door in response to his summons*

Finrod: Come in!

Gwaedhon: *steps inside* Lord Finrod. *bows* You summoned me?

Finrod: *nods* I just wanted some updates on your report. The dead aggressors are being looked at by healers, yes?

( Progress report. )

Finrod: *goes to Celegorm's house after finishing at the guardhouse for the evening, though not with enthusiasm*

Celegorm: *is a whirlwind of dustcloths and wood oil*

Finrod: *knocks*

Celegorm: *opens door, rag in hand, dustbunny on shoulder* What?

Finrod: *arches an eyebrow at the domestic picture before him* I have a favour to ask of you.

( Celegorm agrees to a manhunt. )

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Well, Ecthelion should be pleased with how things are moving along while he recovers. I'll bring a summary of the reports to him and give him an update first thing in the morning. Just so long as he isn't inspired to attempt to work.

After a long bath and some rest -- one doesn't get much rest in captivity -- Finrod decides to search out his friend and cousin.

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Finrod: *hopes to find Turgon in his office*

Turgon: *going through the paperwork he put on hold, hoping to be done soon to check on his cousin*

Finrod: *knocks* Turu?

( Unsurprisingly, Turgon is in. )

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Now I must go visit Lio.

Cristaer: *goes out to play the prey for Finrod, setting his cult members to be 'attacking' him, knowing he look the weakest of them* He's coming. Are you prepared?

Rae: *looks around at the rest of the followers* Yes, I think so.

Cristaer: ( Then we begin. )

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It's dark when he comes to, head pounding furiously and mouth bone-dry. Finrod can dimly make out the muffled sound of voices, and water, though he cannot yet make them out clearly. He moves to massage his forehead, but finds himself bound fast...