From: gorthol	Date: 01/15/2007 10:43:51

*chances to run into you traveling southeast from Dimbar*

*thinks you have a friendly face*

Excuse me? Would you happen to know if I'm on the right road toward- *consults some directions* -a city called Delving?

	From: belthronding	Date: 01/15/2007 10:50:40

*looks up at you*

*opens and closes her mouth soundlessly*

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/15/2007 10:56:07

*waits another moment or two*

*tiny smile* ...Did I say something wrong?

	From: belthronding	Date: 01/15/2007 11:11:55

*mumbles* I'm sorry. You just look really hot, ah, familiar. That's all. Uhm. You're looking for Delving?

*tries not to look too flustered* That puts me in a bit of a dilemma, of course.

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/15/2007 11:17:01

I get that about ten times a day a lot. I have the feeling I've a look-alike somewhere. *shrugs and laughs* Gets me free drinks, anyway.

bit of a dilemma

Oh? How's that?

	From: belthronding	Date: 01/15/2007 11:22:22

*laughs too*

*bites her lip* Well, technically, as a marchwarden, I should make sure you have the proper identification and documentation for travelling to Delving and if you don't have it, I should have you ejected from the premises. However, I don't start as a marchwarden for another few days. So. Should I compromise my burgeoning career in the military to show you the way or should I manhandle you back over the boundary?

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/15/2007 11:29:24

*raises an eyebrow* A marchwarden, hmm? Are we under martial law now?

*crosses his arms and thinks it over* A dilemma indeed. Well, I could explain that I don't have any identification and that fact is probably related to my memory problems. But of course no marchwarden worth her salt would accept that as an excuse.

*smiles disarmingly* You could always just trust me, I suppose. Although the manhandling sounds rather intriguing.

	From: belthronding	Date: 01/15/2007 11:33:33

*shakes her head* We're under Thingol's law which is a different entity altogether.

*tilts her head to the side* There have been a lot of memory problems going around, you know. *looks at you appraisingly* If you can give me one good reason to trust you, I will escort you to the very seat of Thingol.

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/15/2007 11:43:35

Funny name, that. *testing it out* Thingol.

Nope. Not a glimmer.

*curiously* No, I didn't know. I tend to keep to myself most of the time.

*returns your look, unblinking* If I'd wanted any trouble, we wouldn't still be having this conversation. But if you want to lead me there in handcuffs, you can. *holds up his hands* If it's not too far.

	From: belthronding	Date: 01/15/2007 11:51:57

Oh, he goes by Elu and Elwë too.

*blushes a little* As much as leading you there in handcuffs would do wonders for my ego, I haven't been issued handcuffs yet. *musingly* I could tie your hands together, I suppose, but if you don't want any trouble ...

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/15/2007 11:56:29

*firmly* I don't want any trouble. And if you take any heat when we get there you can say I must have forged my papers. Assuming I can find materials to forge some papers first.

	From: belthronding	Date: 01/15/2007 12:00:22

*shrugs* It's okay. I can handle Thingol. Or not, really.

*smiles brightly* I'm taking such a chance here, just so you know. You better appreciate it. *turns around and sets off briskly towards the big smoke* C'mon. Keep up.

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/15/2007 12:07:03

*bites his lip* When you talk like that, I'm not sure I want to go after all.

I do appreciate it. *follows you, walking with long strides* And I owe you one. I won't forget that much.

	From: belthronding	Date: 01/15/2007 12:12:55

Come on. Be a man about it. He's only the scariest bastard in a two hundred mile radius. ;)

*sunnily* Might as well make the most of this. Could be our last chance to enjoy fresh air and bird song and my god, I thought nightingales were supposed to be tuneful. *winces slightly* Oh, that's one thing you should know. No shooting of birds. Our Lady Melian gets upset if that happens and, by upset, I mean, you'll be hanged at dawn if you so much as ruffle one of their feathers. One marchwarden once shot one of her birds - Speckled Jim? It ended very badly indeed. *continues chattering away cheerfully*

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/15/2007 14:05:35

*laughing* Damn, you're good. You should head up the Anti-tourism Bureau! No hunting? An intolerable executive? Tell me something good, will you...

...sorry, I didn't catch your name...?

	From: belthronding	Date: 01/15/2007 14:12:44

Oh! *spins around to look at you* Beleg's my name, although there are some who call me Cúthalion. I've no clue why 'cause they were calling me that before I even started archery training.

What's your name?

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/15/2007 14:19:13

Beleg. :) What is that, Welsh? ... And why did I say that and what's Welsh? Beleg the Bow. I like it.

*after a slightly-too-long pause* To be honest, I don't rightly know. I've been calling myself Nolan. But I've also been drinking a lot of tequila in the name of some guy Túrin, so if you like that one better...

	From: belthronding	Date: 01/15/2007 14:22:30

*laughs* I don't know where it's from but Thingol said it was my name and I didn't like to argue, you know?

*thinks for a moment* I think I'd call myself Túrin if there was tequila in it for me.

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/15/2007 14:32:00

*interestedly* You've been holding out on me. "A lot of memory problems going around," she says. Ha.

Hmm. Good point. *with mock solemnity* On the other hand, he sounds like a real ass-kicking-y type and if he got word that some imposter was enjoying all his perks...well, I might have cause to run and hide, you know? I'm not sure I'm that brave. ;)

	From: belthronding	Date: 01/15/2007 14:41:03

*playfully punches you in the arm* Hey, I never said that I didn't have memory problems now, did I?

*sizes you up* Well, you look big enough to take Túrin on but I've heard that he eats children for breakfast. *nods seriously, as though she's not just making all of this up* I'm just joking. I've never heard of this Túrin chap but maybe someone in Delving has?

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/15/2007 14:47:01

*makes a big show of rubbing his arm and making puppy eyes*

*puffs up his chest* Well then I'll just have to grill Chairman Thingol or whatever he is for information, I suppose. If I'm not too busy delivering you from his wrath for letting me into the country, that is.

	From: belthronding	Date: 01/15/2007 14:52:45

And what makes you think I need delivering, huh? You create a distraction, right, and I'll run for help. Sound like a plan?

*smiles cheerfully at the guards of Menegroth* Hi. Hi, there. Say, when's the next appointment with Thingol?

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/15/2007 14:57:42

Not a thing, actually. Ten-four. Abort plan Bravo-Echo-Romeo-Niner.

*watches this interaction silently, standing [very] tall and [hopefully] looking important*

	From: sindacollo	Date: 01/15/2007 14:59:13

*just happens to be in the area, micromanaging*

*purely by coincidence*

Marchwarden! Leaving your post? Explain yourself.

	From: belthronding	Date: 01/15/2007 15:03:12

Well, ah, sir, I don't technically have a post yet but I found this chap wandering near the border or maybe he found me, I don't know and he was looking for Delving and I thought it wisest if I escorted him here myself even though I'm not precisely armed. Sir.

	From: sindacollo	Date: 01/15/2007 15:07:20

*whips out a notepad and a pen and starts scribbling*

*mumblemumble* ...failure to show initiative... *mumblemumble* ...lost directions to the armory...possible security risk... *puts his implements away again*

Now then. *looks at your companion for the first time* Ah! Fosterling. Finally decided to accept that pardon after all, eh? Ungrateful little bastard. Come to the palace for some tea and scones. You look half-starved. *claps him on the back in a manly fashion*

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/15/2007 15:08:26

...

Sorry, sir...have we met?

*looks at Beleg a little helplessly*

	From: sindacollo	Date: 01/15/2007 15:15:37

Oh, sweet Manwë on a crutch... Look, I don't have time for modern medicine to catch up to all you amnesiacs, Túrin! Read a book, for fuck's sake! AFTER the scones!

Beleg, tell Melly to get him some proper clothes, for the love of Eru. And fill him in on the important- *stops short upon seeing the bewildered look on her face*



DAMMIT.

	From: belthronding	Date: 01/15/2007 15:21:41

*looks at Túrin curiously* So. This Túrin guy? He's real, huh?

	From: sindacollo	Date: 01/15/2007 15:26:57

Well of COURSE he's real! *prods him in the chest* See? Only a bit bigger than he was the last time you brought him here. Yeah, I get it. You don't remember.

*to Túrin* Oh, yeah. Good work with that End of Days thing. Just nod and smile.

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/15/2007 15:27:57

*dizzily* I need to sit down.

	From: sindacollo	Date: 01/15/2007 15:29:05

*eyes you critically* You know what it means when it's the rest of the world that looks crazy, right?

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/15/2007 15:29:52

*sits down hard on a nearby bench* Yeah. I do. So an asylum then? That sounds fine.

	From: sindacollo	Date: 01/15/2007 15:30:34

AFTER. THE SCONES.

	From: belthronding	Date: 01/15/2007 15:31:31

*glares at Thingol in a deferential sort of way* *sits down next to you and pats your hand* Don't worry, okay? We'll look after you.

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/15/2007 15:34:04

*automatically grips your hand*

*smiles weakly bravely* He doesn't seem all that credible a witness, really

	From: sindacollo	Date: 01/15/2007 15:36:04

*eyeroll* I am standing right here, you know.

*sighs* Cúthalion? Nothing at all's coming to you?

	From: belthronding	Date: 01/15/2007 15:38:06

*tilts her head to the side*

No. Nothing. Should it be?

	From: sindacollo	Date: 01/15/2007 15:42:55

Yes, obviously, or I wouldn't have asked, would I?

	From: belthronding	Date: 01/15/2007 15:47:05

*puts her hands on her hips* Then, sir, what am I supposed to remember?

	From: sindacollo	Date: 01/15/2007 15:50:57

*comfortingly (he thinks)* It's a bit much to take in all in one day, I think. But you could try starting at the library...? Look under "Death, My" or some such.

	From: belthronding	Date: 01/15/2007 15:59:54

*frowns* I'll bear that in mind, sir.

	From: sindacollo	Date: 01/15/2007 16:04:15

*pats your head* Very good. Now run along to the armories and tell them I said to give you the very best bow we've got.

	From: belthronding	Date: 01/15/2007 16:07:30

The best bow? *beams* Thank you!

*runs along before you change your mind*

	From: sindacollo	Date: 01/15/2007 16:09:49

*has a moment where he's not sure whether he was supposed to be reprimanding or commending you*

*ah well. it's probably not important.*

	From: belthronding	Date: 01/15/2007 15:37:10

*simply* He's Thingol, that's all.

He is right, though. We should probably get you some semi-decent clothes and a fully-decent meal. *under her breath* Before I'm exiled to who knows where for ... failure to show initiative? I totally should have tied your hands.

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/15/2007 15:41:45

*regaining his composure* It's all right. I'll just humor him a bit and then do a bit of sight-seeing, maybe? I can look after myself. Maybe he'd be happier if you were back at your post seeing as he's pegged you as working already?

	From: belthronding	Date: 01/15/2007 15:43:40

*brightly* Good idea.

*stands up, extricating her hand from yours* I'll see you around - *cheekily* - Túrin?

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/15/2007 15:46:04

*real smile* Sure. Count on it. Thanks for being my guide. I think. :)