From: belthronding	Date: 02/12/2007 16:45:01

*picks her way past, on the way back from a nightclub*

*hums to herself and promptly trips over you, landing on her injured shoulder*

*lets out a shriek*

	From: loremaster	Date: 02/12/2007 16:47:10

*lets out a shriek of his own!*

*realizes you're not a wild animal (or Beren)*

Uh uh uh!! Hey there. You fell down. Are you okay?

*offers a shaky hand to help you up*

	From: belthronding	Date: 02/12/2007 16:55:45

*takes hold of your hand and tries to stagger to her feet but gives up with minimal effort*

*fixes her gaze on you* Daeron. DAERON. Hi. What're you doing here? This is marchwarden territory, you know.

	From: loremaster	Date: 02/12/2007 16:58:12

*makes room against his large, comfy rock for you to recline*

Beleg *puffs out his chest a bit* Thingol put me in charge of the Hunt for Beren, you know. So, I'm *waves his hand around vaguely* hunting.

...

Drink?

	From: belthronding	Date: 02/12/2007 17:01:42

*reclines, so!*

*shakes her head solemnly* You can't hunt 'n' drink at the same time. Mablung and I tried that once and it didn't really work.

*reaches for the bottle* *takes a huge swig and grimaces* Yuck. *takes another swig*

	From: loremaster	Date: 02/12/2007 17:04:38

*grins over at you* Well, maybe I'm not so much hunting as drinking, but don't tell Thingol. *pauses* Seriously, don't tell Thingol.

*gestures vaguely at your shoulder* What happened to you? I heard you were out for a few weeks which is the only reason I'm being trusted with anything more serious than melodic composition.

	From: belthronding	Date: 02/12/2007 17:07:45

	From: loremaster	Date: 02/12/2007 17:10:57

*blinks* Wow. That sucks. *takes a swig from the bottle and offers it back to you* That Túrin kid really knows how to hurt his friends, huh? He should get over that already. Not fair to you. *nods drunkenly seriously*

	From: belthronding	Date: 02/12/2007 17:14:14

*takes another big gulp and coughs a little*

*half-protests* He doesn't mean to hurt people. He's just a little bit clumsy. The tiniest bit. Which is funny because he's really very skilful and stuff.

	From: loremaster	Date: 02/12/2007 17:18:11

*laughs* I guess so. *hiccups* But. I've gotta say. If I was living all cushy like in the palace, being treated like Thingol's kid WHICH I AM I think and stuff, I wouldn't be so quick to run off and start shootin' pretty girls like you.

*grasps for the bottle*

	From: belthronding	Date: 02/12/2007 17:23:47

*hands it back to you*

*smiles at you brightly* Aw, you're so sweet.

*thoughtfully* But I wasn't a pretty girl when he killed me before.

	From: loremaster	Date: 02/12/2007 17:28:11

I get that a lot. At least, I used to.

*glances over at you* Whoa. Whoa. Those are some pretty heavy thoughts you've got there. *laughs* Maybe he killed you because you weren't a pretty girl then but he knew you'd come back as one? *shakes his head* No, no, that's wrong. 'm sorry. It's not too funny. See, that's what I mean about being more careful. You'd think if a guy really liked a girl *pauses and gestures* or, you know, a boy, he'd be more careful about not shooting or killing them, not less. But Túrin does like you. So someone just needs to teach him to not be clumsy.

*blinks*

	From: belthronding	Date: 02/12/2007 17:32:40

*mournfully* But it was my job to teach him to not be clumsy. It sort of backfired, didn't it?

*a bit eagerly* Do you think Túrin likes me? I hope he does because he's my best friend but I'm not sure he realises that because he doesn't really remember and isn't it silly the way some people remember everything and other people don't.

	From: loremaster	Date: 02/12/2007 17:35:48

*grins* Don't worry, I won't tell Thingol. That you didn't do your job. Get it?

*nods* 'Course he does. You're real nice and happy. People like happy people. Especially not happy people. And you guys have lots in common. Maybe he'll remember you're his best friend soon and then you can go back to your spears and bows and swords and stuff. Do you still like spears and bows and swords and stuff now that you're a girl?

	From: belthronding	Date: 02/12/2007 17:47:02

*points at you* You're smart. Really. We won't tell Thingol anything. *holds her finger to her lips* Shhhh.

*clasps her hands in front of her* I love my bow. I'm really good with it, 'cept when I'm injured, of course. I think I'm probably the best archer in Delving even when I'm injured. *giggles and leans against you companionably* Where's the whiskey.

	From: loremaster	Date: 02/12/2007 17:50:55

*laughs* What Thingol doesn't know won't hurt him and, even more, it won't hurt us. Of course, we can't tell him that.

*smiles down at your hair* You're pretty awesome, Beleg. For a girl and all. I can't even use a bow. I've never tried to use a bow, but I doubt I could. I just write songs. *laughs again* I think I'll write one about the amazing Beleg and her bow! It'll be a hit, I'm sure.

*hands you the whiskey, his hand brushing yours in the process* *lays his head on top of yours*

	From: belthronding	Date: 02/12/2007 17:53:37

*knocks back some more whiskey*

*finds that she's very comfortable* *grins* Would you write a song about me, huh? *turns her head so that her face is very close to yours* I'm glad you think I'm awesome. *confidingly* 'Cause sometimes? I think the guys think that I'm not that good because I'm a girl even though I could totally whip them.

	From: loremaster	Date: 02/12/2007 17:57:46

*searches your face with his eyes* I think that you're amazing.

*lightheartedly* For a girl. *reaches his arm over and squeezes your side gently*

	From: belthronding	Date: 02/12/2007 18:02:32

Well, you're pretty cool too.

*smiles and reaches up to plant a very brief kiss on your lips* For a singer, I mean.

	From: loremaster	Date: 02/12/2007 18:04:58

*looks at you, shocked, before kissing you again for himself*

It's... uh... getting dark and all. We should give up the hunt. *tentatively* You wouldn't want to see a helpless little singer home safely, would you?

	From: belthronding	Date: 02/12/2007 18:07:54

Well, I suppose it's my sworn duty or something. *prods you in the chest* I'll see you to your door and no further, OK?

You're going to have to help me stand up. Whiskey does strange things to my legs.

	From: loremaster	Date: 02/12/2007 18:09:30

Right, of course. *really hopes you're joking about that last part*

*helps you up* *silly smile* Maybe I should be the one seeing you home, yeah?

	From: belthronding	Date: 02/12/2007 18:14:08

*holds on to your arm tightly* Don't be silly. You already said you can't use a bow and I bet you can't use the knife I've got hidden inside my right boot.

	From: loremaster	Date: 02/12/2007 18:16:53

*puts an arm around you to help (to help!) and leads you in the direction of his house* *hopes he remembered to clean up the dirty socks!* No, you're right about that. Let's hope you can still use it. You never know when we'll be set upon by vagabonds.

*reaches his house quickly and opens the door* You sure you don't want to come in? Please?

	From: belthronding	Date: 02/12/2007 18:19:04

*laughs and steps away* No, no. I can't. I shouldn't.

*reaches up and pats your cheek before pulling you in for another kiss*

*steps away again* Goodnight?

	From: loremaster	Date: 02/12/2007 18:21:14

*kisses you deeply*

Goodnight?

Only if you want it to be... If not, you are the official queen of mixed signals, forget Lúthien.

	From: belthronding	Date: 02/12/2007 18:28:49

*pushes you towards your front door* I'm injured. You'd need to be very, very gentle.

	From: loremaster	Date: 02/12/2007 18:30:55

*breaks into a smile* That I can do. That I can do.

*leads you off into the bedroom*

	From: belthronding	Date: 02/12/2007 18:33:17

*quite gladly follows*

*before totally taking the lead*