Welcome to Gondolin!

Theo: *setting out food for Dred so he doesn't have to spend much time on his ankle to cook dinner* Heading out tonight for a... thing

Dred: Oh? *finishes up with the the report he's looking over* that sounds...vague.

Theo: *suddenly very intent on the carrots he's peeling* Just a thing. Talking to lord Fingon about uh, duties he wants me to do at the festival.

Dred: Oh really? He seems to really like you. that's good then! Maybe it's an in with Feanor

Theo: I... am not sure this would exactly work out that way. Towards getting Feanor. Since it's sort of a date

Dred: Ooh with Fingon? Well he's very very pretty. But aren't he and his cousin...*handwave* I meaan the books don't say it explicitely but...

Theo: he said they were best friends. So I'm gonna go with no, he's probably not in an incestuous relationship with his cousin

Dred: Well you just never know. I mean elves. *grins* But so. Fingon. that's really..is he as dashing as they say?

Theo: he's... *thinks* incredibly handsome. And made me feel all warm when he was flirting with me

Dred: warm huh? *okay that's adorable*

Theo: and it's not like Feanor can even recognize me yet so I'm not doing anything wrong by seeing what else is out there... And he said he wouldn't cut my head off if I messed up

Dred: Of course you aren't. you deserve to be happy with someone who'll notice you're alive and things. ...I should hope not.

Theo: avenge me, though. If he does.

Theo: he really likes my hair. *grins*

Dred: Oh really now? *grins* andd I wonder WHY. *laughs* Seriously though. I do think the braid works for you

Theo: it'd be everywhere if I didn't braid it. And I can just see it getting caught in my chainmail and the horrors that would then ensue

Dred: that would be really bad. *nods* We had that happen to one of the girls at home who want to be shieldmaids but haven't had much of a chance yet. Had to cut her out of her helmet

Theo: *snickers* Sorry. I shouldn't laugh. That's almost happened to me a few times

Dred: Doesn't look pleasant at all, no. It must HURT.

Theo: and no one has any pity. Anyway. *done with the food prep* I'm off. And hell, if the captain doesn't find out the real reason Fingon requested me, maybe it'll look good for work

Dred: He won't hear anything from me. Good luck. *pause* Uh...be careful and things? From what you've said, and I've read, he's honorable and a gentleman and all but you're still, you know, going to someone's room and all.

Theo: what should I be afraid of? *blinks*

Dred: Just...well, remember that if you decide you don't want to, you can say no things likee that

Theo: *blinks again, then goes bright red* Oh. Right. Yeah.

Dred: Just...you know. Stuff like that.

Theo: *quick nod, thinking about how much BIGGER Fingon is* Got it. I'll see you when I get back, if you're still awake

Dred: *gives him a little salute* Have fun!

( And I DID have fun. Or I will, at any rate. Fingon really does seem fascinated with my hair )

I don't even know what I was worried about now.

Okay, so as I discussed with Theodred, the only historical examples of elf/human I knew of was elf woman and human man, so I decided to familiarize myself a bit with Feanor's... well, anatomy.

With a book. Because I doubt I could have gotten him to strip for an examination.



Theoden: *mentally goes over smooth replies in his head and enters the House of History in search of a specific book, glad that their printing presses have made it so he doesn't have to stay and study inside the house*
( And I meet the crankiest book clerk ever )

Apparently I come off as a spy now?

Theoden: *still in his front yard, rubbing his temples* So much for cooking dinner for Theodred. Can you cook? *looks down at Dagnir* of course not. Bring him some mice. I've got to go talk to the captain. *opens the door for the cat and walks to the guardhouse*

Ecthelion: *going over the warg reports*
( A lecture from the Captain and a visit with Feanor )



So to sum up. The Captain's pissed I was making decisions about war-causing gems by myself which is... well, it's very justified. Learned my lesson there.

Of course, not enough to not tell the owner because concealing things is wrong. If you don't understand that, then you don't understand Rohirrim.

I'm not worried about Celegorm telling Feanor about my interests anymore, it'll be a long time before he'll be focused enough to put two and two together, I think. *holding little horse statue tightly*

He's really the most handsome man I'd ever seen. And I'll be fine, as long as I'm careful. He doesn't seem like he's a timebomb like the Captain was acting. And I can make my own decisions, I'm not a child.

Theo: *reading the Noldor version of the Kama Sutra*

Theo: *takes notes, not noticing Dred*
( Books are good for curiousity, right? )


I'm glad I met Dred. I was actually feeling pretty isolated in this city until I got a cat, and then Theodred, and Eowyn in short order.

I mean, I can ask both advice (I cannot ask the cat advice, he just meows for more food) and Dred's starting to feel like family. Like an older brother!

Of course, I may have strained it a bit with my request but I cannot even imagine asking anyone else about... well. And I want to know what the heck I'm doing in the 0.5% chance I succeed with Feanor. Or Ecthelion.

I'd say this hormone problem will die off with time, but my dad still managed to go crazy in run off love with my much taller, younger, and not-Rohirric mom when he was an old man so apparently it's genetic, thanks, Dad. Thanks.

I've been planning to add some pages to this, so here's the old pages.


Old intro to the diary: Theo's premise is that when he appeared in Gondolin and was getting himself sorted, he was informed that human royalty/leaders were being taken on by Turgon to help advise the care and governing of humans. Theoden, feeling a little out of sorts from a particularly troubled time in his time in Rohan (facing such things as his conflicts with the Riders due to his father's Gondorianization of Rohan, inability to speak Rohirric, and general anxiety about when he'd inevitably be king as his father was quite old by this point. In fact, in canon his father would be dead a decade later) chose instead to conceal his heritage and take work as a guard.

Also, Theoden enjoys doodling on long night guarding when nothing's really happening.

( The Diary )

So life's not so lonely in the city anymore. Dred's been coming over most nights for whatever. And I've got my cat.

'Cat'. Dagnir. He's kind of sweet, but he's terrible to wake up to.

( Discussing the job and living arrangements )


And I told Dred he'd have to help me bathe Dagnir to make him less generally nasty, and I meant it.

( Bathing Dagnir )