*gives up trying to figure out the various strange machines in her new home for the time being* *has no idea why a person might need something called a Maigroweiv to cook food when a fire would do just as well*
*is very impatient to find her (living? grown?) daughters, whom she knows to be staying with Thingol and Melian at present*
*fairly clings to the storefronts in an effort to stay far away from the streets* *finds her way by asking some shockingly scantily-clad passersby for directions*
*formally presents herself at the palace and requests an audience with the king or queen, in going through proper channels*
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morwen, melian, nienor, lalaith
No memory? You? Oh dear. Another one. Yes, we met long ago. You stayed with us for a time, along with your daughter, Nienor. Do you remember Nienor? In any event, it's not important. I'm certain the memories will come to you in time. They always do.
How are you finding Menegroth this time? Have you seen MY SON Túrin?
*nonplussed* Yes, I remember Nienor. I remember that yesterday she was merely a babe in arms. (Such a birthing hers was, too. If my maids hadn't the foresight to spin me about three times and dress me in blue, I'm sure I would have expired ere the morning.) And now I am to understand that she is here and grown? And that my dear little Urwen yet lives, by some strange grace of the Valar?
How are you finding Menegroth?
It is most overwhelming, my lady. My son was attentive enough to quarter me in something called...a brownstone? Túrin is very dutiful. But I cannot abide the strangely chirping, whirring objects there. Are you familiar with the mystical Maigroweiv, used for food preparation?
Yes, the Microwave is very useful. I don't allow the use here, as I think nothing can substitute for an electric range good fire. *gently* It must be very overwhelming for you, to be in such a strange place. You will adjust soon enough, I'm sure. MY SON. You have always been quite hardy, no?
*proudly* Aye, my lady. My family has endured many hardships, as have my fathers before me. I thank you for the kindnesses you have shown my children. *clearly not fitting the pieces together all that well* I've heard nothing of the war since my husband went away, and I must say it is quite unsettling.
*firmly* But we shall not trespass upon your hospitality any longer. If you'll be so kind as to summon my daughters? They will come along home with me.
Your daughters? Ah. You'd like to take them with you? Have you spoken to Túrin about this? He's entrusted them to our care until his return and... *diplomatically* there are extenuating circumstances concerning Nienor.
*looking displeased* No, I have not spoken to Túrin. He seemed in a terrible hurry to attend to something, although what could possibly be so vital as to keep a boy from his mother, I do not know. *pauses, confused* You must forgive me; I yet think of him as a little child. No matter. Undoubtedly I have trained him well enough to return on the morrow to pay me a proper greeting.
*frowns* What are these...extenuating circumstances? Has she her own household? If she truly is as aged as Túrin tells me (twenty-four? twenty-five??), she ought to be married by now, to be sure.
*sternly* Nonsense. We all of us have been through a great deal. Why, when her sister whom she was meant to replace fell ill, I thought I'd never live through the ordeal. But I had a husband and son to care for, did I not? She must show a little courage.
Come now, my lady. Certainly my daughter would like to embrace her mother--again, as you say--and I am impatient to meet her. Will you not summon her?
*peers curiously* Mother? Mother means baby and we can't have a baby, not anymore.
*gives Morwen a sympathetic look* You must watch out for the water when you have a baby and be careful not to fall. *laughs insanely* Or jump, you mustn't jump, jumping's even worse but the water is cool and clean and the day so hot and the blood is everywhere.
I...see. *really doesn't* *sighs with something like disappointment* Well. Nienor, darling, run along and collect your things and let's hurry home.
*to you* If you will help me to understand the details of her...care...I assure you she will be properly tended. *gives you a look that clearly says "because I'm her mother"*
There's no special care required. She's quite capable of taking care of herself. The only thing is that she must have constant supervision. She has a tendency to wander off and become lost. On her good days you'd never know anything was wrong. If she has a bad day, though, ... well, there's a doctor who specifically oversees her case. If she begins acting erratically, it's best you take her to see him. She also has weekly appointments on Wednesdays. Túrin MY SON can escort her, or I will send a guard if he is unavailable.
*has a thought* If she begins acting strangely, refer to her only as Níniel. It sometimes helps her through the bad times.
*clearly thinks this is a bad idea but says nothing*
*processes this strange word 'doctor'* *fascinated* A healer of the mind? Clearly there is much we have not heard of Elven magic.
*sets her lips in a thin line* Understood. *privately thinks her wayward daughter will simply have to learn to respect authority*
Túrin can escort her, or I will send a guard if he is unavailable.
I should not think either is necessary, my lady. My other daughter and I can manage well enough, and now that Túrin is grown (!!!) he need not concern himself with women's affairs.
refer to her only as Níniel
*a bit sharply* 'Tear maiden'? Why should she respond to such a word?
now that Túrin is grown he need not concern himself with women's affairs
*thinks that if she has raised her son (HER SON) very well at all, then he will find himself very concerned*
Why should she respond to such a word
*wonders how to explain this without giving too much away*
*carefully* Before she became... the way she is... there was a very happy time for her. During that time she was called 'Níniel'. I do not know why. Then there was a traumatic time in which she became... the way she is. Sometimes when she is upset it helps to remind her of the happy time and nothing else nothing else not one thing else.
*sadly* Not at the moment, no. It would be best if you better acquanit yourself with this world and perhaps gain some knowledge of the last before you attempt to understand. It's quite complicated and it might make you crazy too.
Are you certain you wish to take her? She's always welcome here. Don't be afraid to ask if you need anything at all.
*opens her mouth to press the issue but decides not to bother in case you turn her into a newt or something* *decides not to bother for now, at least*
*gives you an odd look, wondering what kind of mother would leave her children with complete strangers unless she had no other choice* I'm quite certain. Urwen also. I am most grateful to you for guarding my children, lady, but— *firmly* —I am here now.
*does not actually add anything like "And let that be an end to the whole sordid charitable association" but certainly looks the part*
Mama, where have you been? I missed you and then I went to school and they make me learn calculus which is just silly and have you seen Túrin? He's so tall now.
*shakes her head slightly* I do not rightly know, child. I was sure I'd always been here, only to come to find... *trails off*
*sighs* I have seen your brother, yes. I've missed so much. *confused* But why are you being schooled, dear? Have they schools for girls here? And what in Eru's name is calculus?
It's all very strange, Mama. Everyone's here and it's like they've always been here except they haven't. Like, I didn't know I had a little sister and she's older than me.
*brightly* There's a school for girls in Gondolin. That's where Daddy met King Turgon, isn't it?
*firmly* We have plenty of time to remember each other. *pinches your cheeks fondly* We shall start with making you and Nienor both some proper attire.
*has a great idea!* Urwen, if you will dutifully help your poor mother in learning the strange speech of this year city, we'll make you any color gown you like. Won't that be lovely? So long as it isn't red. Or blue. Or green. Or any other such hue not befitting a lady.
*bites her lip* People are very fond of words like 'awesome'. I hear it to distraction. I do not think it means what they think it means. And are you familiar with something called a dubblefoamhaffcafflahtay?
*glances at Nienor, who appears (?) to be listening or thinking* *thoughtfully* I think your sister would have much to tell us, also, were she able to find the words.