Welcome to Gondolin!

Eowyn: *spies Maglor at the market*
Maglor: *buying food ingredients for Maedhros rather than staff paper and ink for once*
Eowyn: *also shopping for food* Hello!
Maglor: Hello, Lady Eowyn.
Eowyn: *quick curtsy* Lord Maglor. How are you?
Maglor: I'm well, thank you. And yourself?
Eowyn: Very well. Just gathering some food for dinner. I heard you play at the summer festival.
Maglor: Did you enjoy it?
Eowyn: Very much! *kind of a thrilled tone* I had heard tales of your music, in my time. I never thought I'd have the chance to hear it.
Maglor: *smiles politely* I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Eowyn: It was lovely. Did you have fun at the festival, otherwise?
Maglor: *nods* Yes, it was very enjoyable!
Eowyn: The king really likes his festivals.
Maglor: *chuckles* That he does. I said something similar to him.
Eowyn: *smiles* They are such fun.
Maglor: *selects a few hot peppers* The committee does a nice job.
Eowyn: My daughter enjoyed the rides. *selecting some vegetables herself*
Maglor: That's good! Some of them looked a little dodgy to me.
Eowyn: They seemed quite safe.
Maglor: Good to know!
Eowyn: Next time, you must join us!
Maglor: *nods* If I am not performing, then perhaps I shall!
Eowyn: *grins at him* I will hold you to it.
Maglor: Fair enough.
Eowyn: *glances at his basket* Are you cooking a big meal?
Maglor: My brother is cooking. It will probably be big.
Eowyn: Looks like! Are you a cook as well?
Maglor: I can cook, but I'm hardly a cook.
Eowyn: I've learned. *smiles* Wasn't much of a cook when I was younger.
Maglor: No? Nor was I.
Eowyn: *impulsively* You should come to dinner one night.
Maglor: *taken aback* Well. I suppose I could...
Eowyn: *whoops, did not mean to offend* If you would like. It would be a pleasure to have you.
Maglor: *not offended, just surprised* Sure. *think a minute* Sometime next week?
Eowyn: Wednesday would be good...
Maglor: Okay. I will see you Wednesday, then.
Eowyn: *smiles* Wonderful.
Maglor: Until then. *waves and heads off*
Eowyn: *waves, and starts to think about a menu*


Melly will be horrified. I will have to prepare her.

I wonder why the King is stopping by.


Turgon: *has sent a formal note announcing his intentions to call on Eowyn that evening*

Eowyn:*wonders whats up; tidies up for a kingly visit*

Melkor: *grumbles as he carries his art supplies to where they belong, trailed by Eddie*

Eowyn: Thank you, Melly!

Melkor: I don't want an elf here!

Eowyn: He is the king and has been very kind to you.

Melkor: rrrr.

Eowyn: *gives her a Look*

Melkor: do I have to see him?

Eowyn: Not if you're going to be rude.

Melkor: I would be SO rude

( Of course... )

I must go shopping. RIGHT AWAY.

Great Market: *bustling today*

Melkor: *complaining to Eowyn that Dred's ankle is getting better* and then he won't be around to do anything for me because he's stupid and wants to be a GUARD

Eowyn: Well, he has to go back to work.

Melkor: but we were having fun! We did stuff! He was my minion! *hand on Edric's leash*

( No minion for Melly! )

Well, that's very helpful. I hope they can find a good person.

It's been rather busy at the House of Healing lately, what with so many humans catching cold in this weather...

Eowyn: *making her rounds in the House of Healing, stopping to check on various patients, mostly human, some elves*
Daeron: *is not sure where he is, has left the apartment, walks around the city, running at times until he falls and bumps his head against a wall*
Guards: *find him and bring him to the House of Healing*

( But this is an Elven patient… )

Hopefully, he'll stay lucid and not do anyone any harm overnight. I will tell the nurses to sedate him, if necessary.

I wonder who I'll meet today. It always seems to be someone new!

Eowyn: *walking home from the market with a basket of goods*
Boromir: *is lost as a ball in high weeds. Spins in a circle, then looks around for someone who looks approachable* Excuse me, ma'am, could you direct me to the House of History? I'm new here and a little lost.
Eowyn: Oh yes, certainly! It's just... *pauses, looking at his face; it is so familiar and yet, such a distant memory to her... oh* Boromir?
Boromir: *eyebrows raised* Yes. Do we know each other? *stares at her but nothing seems familiar*

( As a matter of fact, we do! )

More family showing up! It will be lovely to get to know Boromir. But oh, I do hope, that if he comes here, Faramir remembers us being together.