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02/13/2007 07:58:00
[info]sindacollo
*is happy Lúthien seems to be enjoying their holiday, at least*

*even if she's off sightseeing on her own a lot of the time*

*wonders how the investigation at home is going*

*suppresses a hope that Daeron is as lousy at investigating Melian as he suspects he might be*

*misses her*

*dresses for dinner at the best oceanview restaurant in town, unaware that they may be a party of three that night*

Current Mood: calm
Tags: gil-galad, thingol, luthien

 
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From: [info]luthiekins Date: 02/13/2007 09:49:03  

*sees he's ready to go and decides it's time to broach the subject*

*deep breath!*

Daddy, uh... Is it okay if a friend of mine joins us for dinner tonight? They're here all by themselves and I thought it would be nice for you to meet... them.... because they're a really good friend.

*pronoun game!*
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 02/13/2007 10:00:41  

Other little girls have had friends before. It's a perfectly normal part of life.

*is cool. yes, cool.* Of course, sweetheart. Any female friend of yours is a friend of mine.
From: [info]luthiekins Date: 02/13/2007 10:08:00  

Oh, thank you, Daddy! *beams* They're meeting us at the restaurant. I do hope you get along well. Please don't kill my boyfriend, Daddy. I'll be ready to go in just a few minutes.

*runs into the bathroom and comes out a half-hour bit later* Okay!
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 02/13/2007 10:12:04  

Define 'well'. *smiles lovingly* I'm sure we will.

Okay then. Are you sure you're ready now? You're not going to decide on a new outfit halfway to the restaurant like you did last night, right?
From: [info]luthiekins Date: 02/13/2007 10:15:09  

No, no, I'm sure about this, Daddy. I put a lot of thought into what I wanted to wear tonight. Probably more thought than you'd like to know about. This is what I want to wear.



...Why, doesn't it look good on me?
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 02/13/2007 10:19:00  

*facepalm!*

*choosing his words carefully* Honey, you look so beautiful that no one will be able to look anywhere but at you and I'd hoped to keep the body count down while on vacation, too. In fact, I am absolutely certain that you could not look any more beautiful in any other article of clothing you've brought. *thinks* Or in anything in any store here. Or in all the Falas. Or on Órë.
From: [info]luthiekins Date: 02/13/2007 10:24:53  

*beams, appeased* You're so sweet, Daddy. Even when you lie. *oh, she'll regret ever thinking that*

*takes your arm* I'm ready if you are.
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 02/13/2007 10:27:59  

*lies? what? never.*

*leads you down to the lobby* I hear we'd have to go to the other side of the world to find better swordfish than at this place. I hope you like it.
From: [info]luthiekins Date: 02/13/2007 10:38:03  

I'm sure I'll love it as long as you don't use the sword part of the fish to stab my boyfriend.

*keeps an eye open for Gil-galad* *finally spots him* Oh, look, Daddy, there's my friend. *preemptively winces*
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 02/13/2007 10:40:54  

What else does one do with swordfish?

*squints into the distance* Mannish sort of girl, isn't she? Poor thing.
From: [info]luthiekins Date: 02/13/2007 10:47:43  

*laughs nervously* Yeah, funny that.

*gestures him over* Daddy, this is Gil-galad. My boyfriend.

*takes a few steps back away from the coming explosion*
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 02/13/2007 10:54:20  

*stares*

*does not compute*
From: [info]luthiekins Date: 02/13/2007 10:58:22  

*nervously* You said if I ever wanted to have a... friend that you would want to meet them and he's my... friend so now is probably a good time for you to meet, right?

*looks over at Gil-galad, waiting for him to say hello*
From: [info]finellach Date: 02/13/2007 13:16:07  

*offers his hand to Thingol to shake*

Good evening, sir. It's an honour to meet you.
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 02/13/2007 13:20:28  

*recovers himself quickly*

*shakes your hand after an imperceptible split-second delay* Gil-galad. The pleasure's mine. *gestures to the door of the restaurant, smiling benignly?* Shall we?
From: [info]finellach Date: 02/13/2007 13:26:47  

*respectfully* After you, sir.
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 02/13/2007 13:32:44  

*looks pleased? by this courtesy but shakes his head*

No, no, son. After you. You are, after all, my guest tonight.
From: [info]finellach Date: 02/13/2007 13:36:03  

Thank you, sir.

*hurries walks into the restaurant ahead of you*

*pulls out Lúthien's chair for her when they're shown to their table*
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 02/13/2007 13:39:31  

*does not fail to notice this* *chuckles* And they say young people these days have no manners.

*chalks up a mark in a particular column on a particular mental chart*

*(you'd love to know which column, wouldn't you?)*

*takes his seat and spends an extraordinarily long time nonchalantly perusing the wine list in complete, eerie silence*
From: [info]luthiekins Date: 02/13/2007 14:15:20  

*shifts around in her seat uncomfortably*

*watches you*

*smiles comfortingly at Gil-galad*

*sips from her water glass*
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 02/13/2007 14:22:57  

*finally exhales in apparent exasperation*

*hands the wine list over to Gil-galad with a smile* Oh, you go ahead and choose something, Gil-galad. I never know what to pick when my grape allergy is acting up so randomly.
From: [info]finellach Date: 02/13/2007 14:37:26  

Your grape allergy, sir?

*tries not to appear too flustered* *chooses a cheeky little number from Eryd Luin and crosses his fingers and prays to the Valar that you're just having a joke at his expense*
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 02/13/2007 14:42:06  

*lightly* Yes, it's very odd. Some days it's Chardonnay, others it's Pinot...on occasion even Bordeaux sets me off. Among other types. It's sort of hit or miss.

*laces his fingers together and listens to the waiter recite the specials*

So. Tell me a little about yourself, young man. You're Fingonthe filthy Kinslayer's son...is that correct?
From: [info]finellach Date: 02/13/2007 14:56:02  

*nods* Yes, that's right. He does spend his time in Hithlum and I live in Lindon these days. It's a small kingdom region but quite lucrative beautiful. Obviously, it cannot compare with the beauties in your lands but it is home.
From: [info]luthiekins Date: 02/13/2007 15:00:57  

*gives you an encouraging smile and squeezes your hand*

Maybe sometime we could go see Lindon, hmm, Daddy? Gil-galad says it used to be by the sea but now there's nothing but mountains there.
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 02/13/2007 15:36:04  

*looks up from the menu*

What's that? Lindon? Hmm. Should be quite a sight, yes. Perhaps we'll take your mother skiing.

*orders liver, not swordfish, and waits for the waiter to depart again*

*to Gil-galad, cheerily* So. Tell me a little about yourself, young man. You're Fingon's son...is that correct?
From: [info]finellach Date: 02/13/2007 18:47:50  

*with some confusion* That's right. Didn't I already mention that?
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 02/13/2007 18:55:52  

*promptly* It's possible.

*hears his cell phone e-mail alert ring* Excuse me. *checks the message*

*smiles faintly before re-assuming his business-like demeanor*

*tastes the wine when it arrives* *twitches slightly for effect*

And how do you feel about pets?
From: [info]finellach Date: 02/13/2007 19:00:56  

*jumps a little as you twitch* *holds his breath for a moment*

Pets? Uhm. I like them? I used to keep dogs, in Lindon.
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 02/13/2007 19:04:04  

Ah. *weighs this new information very carefully* Long-haired or short-haired?

*sticks his index finger in his wine glass to collect a drop of liquid*

*places the drop carefully on the back of his other hand and stares steadily at it*
From: [info]finellach Date: 02/13/2007 19:06:32  

*finds himself unable to tear his eyes away from that drop of wine, wondering in vague horror what you're doing*

Short-haired. Hunting dogs, mostly. Less likely to shed, not that they were allowed in the palace.
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 02/13/2007 19:09:52  

*blots the drop of wine with his napkin after a moment* That sounds reasonable.

*thinking* But what if your dearest little brother fell down a well and nobody was around to see it? Could your hunting dogs alert you to that fact? I'm glad I didn't have to rely on hunting dogs.
From: [info]finellach Date: 02/13/2007 19:11:44  

*looks at Lúthien with wide eyes*

My dearest little--? I'm sorry, sir, I don't follow.
From: [info]luthiekins Date: 02/13/2007 19:14:51  

*glares at Thingol* Don't be ridiculous, Daddy! Gil-galad doesn't have a little brother.

*smiles at you both* Now. I'm going to go to the ladies room quickly before dinner arrives. Can you two play nice?

*gives her father another look before leaving*
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 02/13/2007 19:16:09  

*shrugs and shoots you an innocent look that says "How was I to know??"*
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 02/13/2007 19:15:16  

*without missing a beat*

And how about birds? It's very crucial that I know how you feel about birds. My wife had this carrier pigeon...
From: [info]finellach Date: 02/13/2007 19:22:31  

Birds are very -- nice. *looks directly at you* Nightingales, for example. Was it called Speckled Jim?
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 02/13/2007 19:28:31  

Amazing coincidence, that.

*completely ignores you* I suppose my daughter thinks me very rude to her suitors. But that's silly. I'm very happy to get to know you all and to digest whatever interesting morsels come my way.

*grins savagely as his liver arrives on cue* This one looks particularly fresh. I'm glad to see they follow special requests to the letter here.
From: [info]finellach Date: 02/14/2007 07:36:51  

*looks at your plate with wide eyes* *loosk down at his own steak and suddenly wishes he'd ordered salad*
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 02/14/2007 10:14:57  

*continuing in a low voice as if talking to himself* Some are more suitable than others, naturally. And for the less suitable...well, a father knows all his daughter's hurts. So it's helpful to have resources.

*blinks at you expressionlessly* Limitless resources.
From: [info]finellach Date: 02/14/2007 10:21:48  

*looks back at you with something like poorly-concealed fear* *clearly left his Noldorin pride at home today*

*clears his throat and looks at Lúthien*
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 02/14/2007 10:24:41  

*snapping out of his trance-like state*

So. Tell me a little about yourself, young man. You're Fingon's son...is that correct?
From: [info]finellach Date: 02/14/2007 10:33:11  

*takes a deep breath* Yes, sir. I am still Fingon's son.
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 02/14/2007 10:39:00  

*kindly-like* And how is your steak, Fingon's son? "Enjoy each moment," I always say. "You never know if it will be your last."

*laughs airily*
From: [info]finellach Date: 02/14/2007 10:45:46  

My steak is perfect, thank you very much. Could you, ah, excuse me for a moment?
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 02/14/2007 10:47:06  

A moment or forever, certainly. Don't let your food get cold. It's never as good cold.

0:)
From: [info]finellach Date: 02/14/2007 10:52:07  

*laughs hysterically* I won't sir.

*goes to the bathroom via the bar where he knocks back two quick shots of whiskey*
From: [info]luthiekins Date: 02/14/2007 11:47:41  

*smiles brightly at Thingol once you're gone* What do you think, Daddy? Can I keep him?
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 02/14/2007 11:50:56  

*innocently* He seems like a nice enough boy AHAHAHAHA.

I'm just not sure he's in it for the long haul, you know? Two more days until he wants to have The Talk.
From: [info]luthiekins Date: 02/14/2007 11:58:07  

*gives you a strange look* Well, of course he's not, Daddy, I just met him a few weeks ago. Maybe sometime a long time from now he might be, but it's okay if he's not. You said you didn't want me running off with someone right away. I've still got a long time, right?
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 02/14/2007 12:19:34  

*benevolent smile* Honey, you've got all the time you need. And if you never find the right man, well, that's perfectly okay with me. And your mother if she knows what's good for her.
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