*peers in at you* I'm not going to yell. I can feel see how upset you are. I just want to know what the hell happened in my house tonight, because it all sort of blew my mind, to tell you the truth.
*nods slowly* Yes, he has. He's... well, he's come here a few times and we've spoken once or twice outside. He's always been this way. *shrugs* Annoying but harmless, so I never bothered about it. I swear this is the first time he's ever done anything like that.
No. No, not really. But... *quietly* I pity him. He's horrid, yes, but it's more sad than anything.
*sighs* Elmo wants his freedom. He was never entirely happy here before. He is now. I worry, though... *looks as if she's about to say something very important, but looks away instead*
*braces one foot against the door* I cannot bring myself to pity a man who treats the kindest person in the world like a waste of an existence. Hell, he treats his only daughter like she doesn't exist. Which reminds me: I must speak to Lúthien. I find it quite disappointing that she couldn't find it within her to stay one sorry hour tonight.
It's hard to explain. You look at him and see greed and cruelty and selfishness. But there's more. I think. He's terrified of being ignored, you know. That's why he acts the way he does.
*shakes her head* I can't say exactly. But... something bad. I'm afraid for him. He needs to relax. He needs to stop worrying. *gives you a look* You should stop worrying as well. I do it for the both of us.
*harshly* Then it's an effective strategy, I suppose, if not a particularly sympathetic one. That Eärwen is starving for attention. I'd think someone with the same fear might choose to nurture her instead.
You should stop worrying as well.
*quietly* You tell me my baby brother is dying?? ill and then you tell me not to worry?? Manwë H. Súlimo. Is there not some way we can convince him to stay here?
*looks at you* I don't disagree. I don't like his behavior any more than you do. I just pity him. There's nothing I can do about that.
Is there not some way we can convince him to stay here?
I've been trying for months now to get him to stay or to slow down or to allow someone else to help him. *smiles sadly* He's stubborn. I can't imagine where he picked that up. He doesn't listen to me and *chokes a little* I can't tell him why I worry. There are things I'm not allowed to do. I shouldn't have even told you.
*can't be adequately annoyed by your endless patience while he's so in awe of it*
*walks over and sits down next to you* *wraps his arms around you and squeezes gently* What if we fooled him into listening? We could set up something here for Celeborn. Something irresistible. You know he'd never go anywhere without that boy.
I shouldn't have even told you.
*rests his chin on your shoulder* *softly kisses your smooth skin just below the curve of your jawline* Tell me anything. The rules don't apply to us, remember?
*leans against you and smiles* That sounds utterly devious, using his own grandson against him. I think it would work. We have just to determine what would be irresistable to a small boy. That shouldn't be too difficult.
*sighs softly and tangles a hand in the hair at the back of your neck*
*obviously pleased* I do believe that's the first time you've ever called me 'devious' and meant it well. I have no idea what would be attractive to a little boy and simultaneously elicit Elmo's approval. We should also consider some educational opportunity or apprenticeship, perhaps. It wouldn't likely be exciting for Celeborn, but to Elmo...
*quietly enjoying your closeness* It's been a long day.
*laughs* He's four, Elwë. We could offer Lúthien to teach him the alphabet, but I don't know how much more we could do there. Unless he was interested in music...? Having a friend here might be most attractive for Celeborn. He must be lonely for young people travelling so often.
*smiles softly* It has. I think it went well, though, more or less. We certainly attracted some attention, at least.
*lifts his chin* Remember the old days, when children began learning useful skills as soon as they could walk and talk? Today it's all television and YBoxes and nonsense.
But yes, the boy would certainly make more friends living here. It'll be very good for him.
*thinking* The paper said something about a fight, but there weren't any details. Thanks to my constant tyranny vigilance toward those damned photographers. Did you hear anything?
*ducks her head and laughs softly* Yes, and in your day children had to walk to school uphill both ways in the snow without shoes. We should put him to work in the fields.
Fight? I didn't hear anything. Unless they were referring to Olwë? Everything seemed fine when I left.
No, no...it distinctly said "lover's quarrel". So unless I've developed some extreme kinks and poor taste, they weren't talking about Olwë.
*kisses you and straightens your hair with a gentle touch* Thank you for indulging me tonight, darling. You know how I like to control the universe have my fun.
*shrugs* I can't really remember. Those stupid columns are always written in some inane code. *in a squeaky voice* "What flamboyant filmstud flung his fling for a fan's fancy?" It's worse than Valarin.
*has the grace to look embarrassed* I certainly was a bit 'happy'. But it seemed most everyone had a good time. I'm glad.
*laughs* I wouldn't worry about it then. If it's important, I'm sure someone on your security detail will have noticed. Someone who doesn't speak in code.
*kisses your temple* Everyone needs to relax sometime. No one but me and Olwë and Daeron and Elmo noticed. It was a lovely evening.
*listening* Then you weren't bored? Until my fucking brother fucking fucked the fucking fuck fuckity fuck!! You play the scary watchful type gracious hostess so well, I can't always tell.
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