From: mavwin	Date: 04/09/2007 09:32:52

*waves her shovel menacingly at the car and its shouting, horn-honking driver* Away! Away, foul filth of Morgoth!

*whirls around when she hears her name* Who goes there? Who desires intercourse with the Lady of Dor-lómin?

	From: mablung	Date: 04/09/2007 09:35:42

Who desires intercourse

*promptly* Well, if you want to get straight to—oh. Oh, right. That intercourse.

*takes a couple steps closer to you* It's Mablung, my lady. Remember me? *soothingly* Why don't you come out of the road now and let these nice people by?

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/09/2007 09:39:18

*turns on you, her eyes wild* Come no closer if you value your life, sir! Your face is not known to me.

*her glance shifting rapidly from you to the automobile and back again* If you are truly a friend, as you say, Lord Mablung, aid me in banishing this dread creature from our midst. *frantically* Even now the poor wretch trapped inside wails for deliverance!

	From: mablung	Date: 04/09/2007 09:43:15

*makes a small strangled choking noise to cover up his laughter*

*patiently* That's no creature, my lady. It's...a horseless carriage for transporting people. That fellow is hollering because, um, you're sort of in his way. *takes another step and beckons to you* Come out of the street now, okay? Please?

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/09/2007 09:46:54

*stiffens at your movement*

*appears ready to chuck her shovel at your head at any moment* KEEP YOUR DISTANCE, I SAY! Morwen Eledhwen will not be fooled by such base trickery! Valar help me, I will defend my lands and my own with my last breath!

	From: mablung	Date: 04/09/2007 09:54:35

Valar help me

Ooh! Great idea. *holds up one finger and scowls at the livid driver* Chill out and put it back in your pants, buddy.

*pulls out his cell phone and flips it open* *dials and holds it up to his ear* *cheerfully* Túrin. ...Yeah, it's me. I've got Morwen down here and she's all First Age-y on my ass. ...Mor-wen, yep, that's what I said. Yeah, right across the street from National Mithril. No sudden appearances, if you know what I mean. ...Yep. Cheers. *snaps his phone closed*

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/09/2007 09:57:01

*lowers the shovel slightly and gapes at you* *waveringly* Túrin? My Túrin??

*glaring daggers* BY WHAT DEVILRY HAVE YOU IMPRISONED MY SON IN THAT TINY BOX, FIEND?!

	From: mablung	Date: 04/09/2007 10:03:43

*stares at his phone for a moment* *dryly* This thing? Not really that useful. They rape you with overage charges.

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/09/2007 10:05:18

*appears around a corner and quick-steps it to find you two*

*feels his heart leap to his throat at the sight of Morwen*

Mother?

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/09/2007 10:11:17

*turns to look at you*

*shakes her head slowly, bewildered* Why do you speak thus, lord? I do not know you.

	From: mablung	Date: 04/09/2007 10:14:20

*sighs* Oh, bother. *seems more entertained than bothered, truthfully*

*goes over to calm the various representatives of The Road Rage Association of Órë, words such as "shitfuck" featuring prominently in the procedure*

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/09/2007 10:15:34

*gently* It's me, Mother. It's Túrin.

*vaguely wonders how many times he's going to have to go through this spiel over the course of this life*

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/09/2007 10:20:03

*bites her lip*

*stands her shovel on its end and leans on it a little*

*without much conviction* What is this madness? My Túrin is only a little boy! He has not yet seen ten winters!

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/09/2007 10:23:17

*sighs* I know you're confused, but a lot of time's passed since then. I can explain everything if you'll just come out of the street. Does this look like Dor-lómin to you?

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/09/2007 10:27:08

*pensively* Your speech is strange to me. But the sound and lilt of it recalls to my mind wanderers from the Hidden-

*gasps* You found your way to Doriath! *recovering herself* But no. What you say is not possible.

	From: mablung	Date: 04/09/2007 10:33:06

But the sound and lilt of it recalls to my mind wanderers from the Hidden

*looks up, affronted* What am I, chopped liver?

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/09/2007 10:39:08

*thinks hard* When I was a boy, Father gave me a knife for one of my birthdays and I gave it to Labadal. You thought I'd gone mad.

When Lalaith was born, I asked you if we could trade her for a dog, and you said she'd be a better playmate in a year or two. *grins* I told you two years might as well be forever.

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/09/2007 10:44:39

*has to stop herself from smiling*

*after a long moment* As a young child my son was terribly frightened of something. *in a challenging tone* I was the only person in the world who shared that secret. Do you know of what I speak?

	From: mablung	Date: 04/09/2007 10:46:10

*hears this and stops what he's doing in order to hear the answer*

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/09/2007 10:50:15

*has trouble remembering for a moment*

*suddenly turns bright red and mutters something inaudible*

	From: mablung	Date: 04/09/2007 10:51:04

*calls over* I don't think she heard you, mate! *giggles evilly*

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/09/2007 10:52:44

*just barely resists the urge to flip you off*






Cicadas.

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/09/2007 10:55:41

*drops her shovel in the middle of the road and sprints over to you*

*reaches up to frame your face with her hands* My sweet boy! I never for a moment doubted it! Oh, how beautiful you are! But tell me, where are we? How have these strange things come to pass?

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/09/2007 10:59:16

I never for a moment doubted it!

*lip-twitch* Not even for a second, huh? *takes your hand* It's a long story. Come on. Mablung wants to buy us some coffee.

	From: mablung	Date: 04/09/2007 11:01:39

*is doubled over the hood of the nearest car, fairly laughing his ass off*

*(cicadas)*

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/09/2007 11:06:33

*licks her fingers and smooths down a flyaway strand of hair on Túrin's head*

*strides over to you imperiously and bends down to tap you on the shoulder (as you're now rolling on the ground)*

Are you in need of a healer, sir? Have your senses been possessed by demon-kind? Explain to me this "chopped liver", if you please.

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/09/2007 11:07:52

*looks around for a hole to crawl into*

	From: mablung	Date: 04/09/2007 11:12:41

*eventually picks himself up*

*removes the shovel from the street and gives it to Hank the Wino* *waves the traffic along*

*offers you his arm* I am quite well, my lady. *snicker* Allow me to show you all the wondrous sights and easy-access apparel shops fair Menegroth has to offer.

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/09/2007 11:16:29

*looks around with dawning comprehension, of a sort* *a little breathlessly* Menegroth?

*half-hears your remark about clothing and absently looks down at her own foreign garb* *notices that her blouse is rather fitted and her skirt seems to end just below the knee (!!!)*

*squeaks!*

	From: mablung	Date: 04/09/2007 11:19:37

*supports you when it looks as though you might faint*

Whoa there, cookie. You just stick with me and T-bone here. We'll get you up to speed before you can say...before you can say...um...

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/09/2007 11:22:41

*wryly* Aþâraphelûn Dušamanûðân?

*takes his mother's other arm*

	From: mablung	Date: 04/09/2007 11:24:26

Gesundheit.

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/09/2007 11:26:38

*watches Morwen break away to wander a few feet, apparently mesmerized by a(n electric) lamppost*

Exactly.