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I try to catch a few minutes of sleep, and I get woken by another guard...

Finrod: *has sent a guard to fetch Lio, is in the office filling out his own detailed report*
Ecthelion: *comes to Finrod after the guard finds him* What's up?
Finrod: Another body.
Ecthelion: Where?
Finrod: *taps a freshly inked mark on their map* Here. *sighs*

( Another murder yay :( )

Off to another murder scene. Thankfully, we've got a little more to go on this time. I just hope we catch them before there's another murder.

finrod

Cristaer: *makes sure the way is clear out of the manhole and leads out his followers, along with the ex-elf*

Rae: *climbs out last and looks around* Right over here. *points to a follower* And make sure the feet are pointing this direction.

Finrod: *late leaving work tonight, hears voices and pauses*

Cristaer: *takes his pot of blood from the drained elf and starts writing their symbol on the wall, the tentacle and the eye*
( Finrod sees something he should not. )

I must speak with Ecthelion. *rubs his forehead, a headache steadily growing*

irisse

Aredhel: *carrying Maeglin to the kitchens to get him something to eat, heading out of her hallway into the main one*

Finrod: *spies her; has just finished making the last arrangements in his new rooms* Aredhel!

Aredhel: *turns and smiles brightly* Finrod, hello! *heads for him and kisses his cheek* How wonderful to see you!

Finrod: *smiles* And you. How are you? Are you settling in well?

Aredhel: *nods* We're settling in quite nicely. Oh, Finrod, this is Maeglin. Mae, this is another uncle, Finrod

( No doubt Finrod remembers the baby, but things the first night were quite hectic! Aredhel and Magelin and Finrod talk about lunch this time around! )

Mae is going to be incredibly spoiled for choice with his uncles. No doubt all of them will spoil him, but hopefully at the same time teaching him the ropes. I should see about seeing the rest of the boys soon...

maitimo

I really have to work on my recipes, so I'll have a good choice when the restaurant opens.

Maedhros: *trying something new for dinner, chicken cacciatore; hopes Maglor's hungry when he gets home*
Maglor: *comes home, sniffing appreciatively* Hey!
Maedhros: Hey! *smiles* I hope you are hungry, there's lots.
Maglor: Oh good. I...invited Finrod.

( Excellent! Another guinea pig! )

It was good to see Finderato, and I'm glad he liked the dinner. Now I just have to find another recipe to try for next time...

finrod

I thought Ecthelion should know about Fëanor's odd feelings and Luthien's dreams, even if they don't end up meaning anything.

Finrod: *comes into the guardhouse office*

Ecthelion: *looks up* Hey...

Finrod: Good morning. *sets the customary coffee and food - this morning's offering, sausage rolls - on the table*

Ecthelion: *falls on them, starved* I think I love you.

Finrod: *grins* ( I've heard that before... )

turgonthewise

Decided to end my day with some time with my cousin Finrod.

Turgon: *sitting at a bench on the walls, waiting for Finrod*

Finrod: *comes up* Hey!

Turgon: You DID get my message!

Finrod: Of course I did!

( Mean thoughts, talk of family, and Maglor shows up for a theological lesson )

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.

finrod

I can't decide if councils are a distraction from the murder investigation or if the murder investigation is a welcome distraction from council. Both important, both apparently going in circles...

Council meetings are important, and it's satisfying to accomplish things and reach decisions for the betterment of the city, but even Luthien, who is patient by nature, gets tired of hearing Salgant drone on and on about the most insignificant points. After the meeting has finally adjourned, she wraps her shawl around her shoulders and heads to the door, Melui at her heels.

Luthien: *spotting Finrod, she waves to him* Finrod!

Melui: *trots over to him and bumps his leg with her nose*

Finrod: Luthien! *strokes Melui's head* Glad that's over?

Luthien: More than you can imagine. I'm not sure how it's possible, but I find Salgant has more and more to say with each meeting, or so it seems.

Finrod: *grins* ( It's his especial talent. )

Note to self: Telerin food is not nearly as spicy as 'Mexican' food.

finrod

This week really kind of sucks...

Finrod: *brings coffees and muffins to work*

Ecthelion: *nibbles a muffin*

Finrod: I take it last night didn't go well.

Ecthelion: *groans and drinks the coffee* No, no witnesses beyond Arakáno.

( If Finrod was that guy from Numb3rs... )

_{Before the previous two posts, obviously.}

irisse

( Prelude (Turgon and Finrod sneak out in the middle of the night!) )

Aredhel: *rocks Maeglin lightly as she waits, keeping her eyes on the pass before her*

Finrod: *inaudible sigh, urging his horse behind*

Turgon: *sound of him riding up the pass*

Aredhel: *tenses, holding her baby closer, and slips into the shadows to watch closely*

Finrod: *just behind Turgon*

Turgon: This is where she should be...

Finrod: *slows his horse, looking around*
( Reunited, and it feels so good! )

I believe now that I'm home, Turu will have many questions for me, just as I do for him. For now, though, I must get Mae to sleep!

luthien_tinuviel

Finrod: *walking toward the Drunken Maia to see if he can spot the elf who attacked Arakáno as Ecthelion asked*

Lúthien: *out for a stroll with Melui, on her way towards the park. It's a lovely day, perfect for taking the dog out for a run*

Finrod: *spots her ahead, she is rather hard to miss; thinks she must be Lúthien, from what he's heard and read* Good afternoon, my lady.

( Meeting long before they ever met )

ecthelion_of_gondolin

Well, that's a bad business with Turu's brother getting accosted. I need to ask Finrod about it.

Finrod: *comes into the offices at the guard house in the morning*
Ecthelion: *in his office*
Finrod: Good morning, Ecthelion.
Ecthelion: Good morning!
Finrod: How are you? What can I do for you this morning?
Ecthelion: I'm well. Come sit down. We'll talk about it.

( Organize my life and answer some questions, please... )

Still not sure if this assault is connected to the murder, but I think I'll have Boromir look into it.

finrod

It took a little convincing, but Turukáno has agreed to ride with me, outside the city! It's not that I don't like the city, or a trot through the park... It's just nice to be beyond the city walls. And I haven't had the chance to see much of Middle-earth yet.

Finrod: Turukáno!

Turgon: Yes, cousin?

Finrod: ( Come for a ride with me! The air will do you good. )

That was wonderful. It's good for Turukáno to have a bit of fun and to unwind a bit. Even if most of the time he needs someone to force it on him, being so caught up in duty. I'll drag him out for another gallop soon, so he doesn't run himself into the ground. I hope he does get to know that woman he spoke of.

forging_gold

Caranthir: *is looking through a couple of books about the mines outside the city*

Maglor: Did you find anything interesting?

Caranthir: Yes. There are few mines, but you'll be able to get the jewels father wants.

Maglor: You mean you'll be able to get them.

Caranthir: *frowns* Father implied I was troublesome.

Maglor: ( He implies that about everyone. )

Finrod seems different than I remember. I'm trying to recall how he was immediately after their arrival in Hithlum, but I was a little preoccupied at the time. So maybe not so different then.

I also wonder what Father said to Caranthir, but he's been known to step on toes more than occasionally. I hope mining will ease Caranthir's mind ~~because there's no way I am going to mine myself on a regular basis~~. But I am glad that he actually talked to Turgon and I think, from the sound of it, it went well enough. Maybe we can avoid at least a little of the drama within the family this time around...

caranthir

Findaráto is here, and we did not fight...

Finrod: *walking across the palace courtyard when he sees a familiar dark head and slows*

Caranthir: *still thinking about his conversation with Turukáno, and glaring a bit at the guards nearby, doesn't notice someone is looking at him*

Finrod: *remembers what Arakáno said about Carnistir being younger; as he comes closer* Carnistir, is that you?

Caranthir: *whirls around, surprised* Findaráto?

Finrod: *nods* I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you!

( which is strange, very strange... )

I'm so glad it was not Angaráto...

Current Mood: thoughtful

finrod

I feel like I've been here long enough to know my way around the city and much less easily tired than before. ~~Despite having the bad luck to run into my bastard of a cousin,~~ I found a lovely horse ~~since the Fëanorians stole mine in Araman~~ and had a wonderful ride through one of the parks.

Istel

Then I finally caught Ecthelion up.

Finrod: *finds Lio in his office*
Ecthelion: *looking at the reports of the crime scene; kind of tired after camping out on the hunting trip last night*
Finrod: *knocks*
( Some skills need fine tuning. )

That's good, I need something to occupy me.

celegorm

Finrod the idiot somehow found his way to the stables. Frankly, I'm surprised the has the sense to walk upright, much less ride a horse.

Finrod: *heads in the direction of the stables, would like to find a horse he can buy*

Celegorm: *is in stables, saddling up his horse for the hunt*

Finrod: *spots an Elf and starts toward him, but steps slowing as he gets nearer and recognises Celegorm. Not exactly the person he wished to meet*

Celegorm: *feels eyes on his back and turns around. Frowns and curses under his breath* Damn it. Cousins just keep showing up.

( They're like fungi: gross and hard to kill. )

Sweet Eru, he's a moron. I think my IQ dropped 20 points after that conversation.

Current Mood: annoyed

finrod

I was going to find Ecthelion and ask about training, but I got distracted.

Elladan: *has been riding his horse at the racetrack, and after a quick bath has decided to try the swimming pool*

Finrod: *is in that area, not just exploring but planning to find Ecthelion, only keeps getting distracted*

Elladan: *approaches the swimming pool, dressed in one of these strange swim shorts*

( I need to stop being distracted. )

It is nice to meet new people, but future family feels very strange! I like him though.

arakano

I think I missed the festival, but working in the House of Satari was an interesting experience. I want to earn my own living...

Arakano: *massages his temples, trying to stop a headache* I will never drink so much beer again... Not today at least.. *sits on a bench in the park, away from the noise in the street*

Finrod: *feels a bit better having eaten and slept; wandering through the park when he sees a familiar face* Cousin?

Arakano: *thinks he is hearing things but looks up anyway* Findarato? *stands up*

Finrod: Arakano! I did not know you were here... *pleased smile*

( and decide I might have to look for another job )

I am so happy Findarato is here! It is almost as if we had been walking on the ice a few days ago, and now we are here...

Current Mood: pleased

finrod

Turgon: *dismissed Gelgannel for the night and realized he desperately needed a coffee before he could face officiating the ball and walking back to the palace with his drink to get his costume*
Finrod: *shivering and soaked from the Ice-turned-rain; drags himself into the palace, hoping to find Turgon there*
Turgon: *comes in behind him and sees a drowned rat elf* ...hello?
( My cousin, thank goodness! )

I didn't realise how hungry I was. None of this makes sense... Perhaps I had slipped and struck my head, or any number of things. I think I need a lie down...

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Another murder, oh great

Another body...

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Not exactly a breakthrough in evidence...

I find out what the devil is. That's the big thing here.

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A lunch out with Luthien.

Dinner, lunch, breakfast.

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Of kings and caves

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A hack, like old times

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More cousins in the city!

Break time over.

The one where my cousin confirms his idiocy.

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In which I find my cousin Findarato...

One step...then another...then another...into Gondolin?

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