Oh, wow, you know my sister? That's so cool. Do you know Túrin too? He's my big brother. I haven't even met Nienor yet. Oh, I'm Lalaith, by the way. Hi. *extends her hand to shake yours*
*can't help smiling at your energy and enthusiasm*
*surprised* Lalaith. *shakes your hand* *sincerely* I've heard so many wonderful things about you. Túrin and I go way back, actually. *regretfully* We were going to be married and then— *breaks off in a hurry*
I haven't even met Nienor yet.
Is she not here? *with real concern* Or has she been unwell, do you know?
You were going to be married? What happened? Oh, I hope nothing bad. I hope no one died. I died, you know. It wasn't painful, but it was -- it was sad, I think.
Or has she been unwell, do you know?
I don't know. I was out with Vinnie. *waves at Vinnie who's resumed his usual station at the guard's desk* I hope she's OK.
*quietly* I know. Túrin was devastated when he lost you. *nonchalantly* I died, too. But that was a long time ago. This time we just...I made some mistakes and...well. It's not important now except it really is.
*thoughtfully* Why don't we find her then? She must be lonely with Túrin busy with who-knows-what and Melian and Thingol as in-demand as they are. And Thingol being Thingol.
*diplomatically* I hope Túrin wasn't being an arse. He once pulled my hair when we were little but he was so sorry that I quite forgave him right that minute!
*beams* Can we find her? I'd like to see her. Is she pretty? Túrin's not very good at answering my questions, you know.
*giggles* It's massive! It's bigger than my school and my school has loads of people in it! They make us learn calculus. *wrinkles her nose* Which is totally pointless.
*walks along the corridor, prattling away about her school*
*takes care not to step on the lines between the tiles* *gets distracted by a huge portrait of Elwë and Melian and Lúthien* *points at it* Who are they?
*joins in enthusiastically now and then, remembering having a lot of the same feelings and experiences when she was your age* *is a little surprised to realize how very like you she can be*
*looks up* That's Thingol standing. I always forget just how tall he is. And he's got his hand on Melian's shoulder, and sitting next to her is Lúthien. Aren't she and Melian beautiful?
*comes up behind you as if out of nowhere! and joins in with the staring*
*sagely (as one who has been living among these giants for sometime)* Thingol's beautiful too, but only because they didn't paint him when he was yelling. It's not very realistic.
*tsks* Of course nobody forgot about you. *skips right to giving you a big hug* *really, truly pleased* I'm so glad to be here. And to see you feeling well.
*hugs tight!* Of course I'm well, I'm always well. Don't listen to those silly doctors. They speak in riddle and rhyme and don't make any sense and don't sense any make. I know what I am and I am fine.
*stares at the girl some more* She looks different from me.
*brightens up immediately* He asked about me? What did he ask? Did you know Mablung and I have been friends for many many many many years? Longer than time. *laughs* Not really longer than time, but a long time.
You should tell him I beat the Balrog. And tell him to come visit. That's what friends are for - friends are for that.
*knowingly* Yeah, I'd heard that about you two. He just, ah, wondered how you were feeling and said you two had a lot of fun together. I think he misses you.
tell him I beat the Balrog
???
*nods* I'll tell him. *wracks her brain for the sort of information Mablung would probably like to know about the crazy girl, omfg* You must really like him. A lot. A lot?
*giggles like a little girl* I want him to miss me.
You must really like him.
*looks at you like you're the crazy one* Of course I like him. We're the very best of friends. *as if she's imparting a great secret* He calls me 'Cookie'.
*decidedly* You and I should have lunch one day this week. Get you out of this stuffy house. Out and among other people. Make some new and/or old friends. What do you think?
*doesn't go so far as to name Mablung in her plans if Túrin's likely to kill her for suggesting it*
*laughs* As long as you're happy. That's the main thing. *thinks that's probably about as reasonable a sentence as she's likely to get out of you, all things considered*
*tactfully examines a few more of the paintings in the corridor while you and Lalaith get acquainted*