From: belthronding	Date: 04/16/2007 08:12:09

*is already awake and pottering around in the kitchen at this point*

*calls through to the bedroom* I'll get it!

*swings the front door open and, at the sight of the rather imperious woman in front of her, suddenly remembers that she's wearing nothing more than one of Túrin's shirts*

Hello? May I help you?

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/16/2007 08:18:19

*...*

*STARES quickly averts her eyes* I doubt it. I was looking for my son, Túrin. I must have the wrong home... *searches again for her directions*

	From: belthronding	Date: 04/16/2007 08:29:05

Oh, Túrin. Sure, sure, no problem. Come in, please, and sit down. I'm afraid he doesn't seem to have learned how to tidy up yet but find a space on the couch and I'll go get him.

*leads you into the living room* *turns to head towards the bedroom* I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/16/2007 08:37:02

*most certainly does NOT sit*

*places her hands on her hips* *coolly* My name? Is Morwen, Lady of Dor-lómin. And who might you be? I assume you are Túrin's wife or Eru help you.

	From: belthronding	Date: 04/16/2007 08:44:13

*feels suddenly very, very nervous*

Oh. Oh, my. You're -- you're Túrin's mother. I heard you were in town! Oh, wow, how awkward wonderful. *holds up her chin and looks at you steadily in spite of the fear of Eru running through her veins* My name is Beleg Cúthalion. I've known your son for -- well -- for a very long time.

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/16/2007 08:49:16

*does not fail to notice that you haven't precisely clarified the details of your relationship to HER ONLY BABY BOY*

*actually taps her toe* *snappishly* Beleg Cúthalion? Of Doriath? We've heard tell of him in our country. What do you mean calling yourself by that name?

	From: belthronding	Date: 04/16/2007 08:51:47

*looks at you strangely* What do I mean by it? I am he, Lady. I died many years ago and I returned as you see me now, a woman, certainly, but I am still Cúthalion.

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/16/2007 08:56:50

*has quickly arrived at the conclusion that everyone in this town is completely bonkers*

How is it said according to the popular slang? "Whatever"? *impatiently* I wish to see my son now. *adds as an afterthought* If you please.

	From: belthronding	Date: 04/16/2007 08:59:03

As you wish, Lady. *inclines her head and goes into the bedroom*

*sits on the edge of the bed and looks down at Túrin* *shakes him by the shoulder* Honey? Please get up? Your mother is here and she wants to see you and, honey, wake up now because, hi, I was just wearing this when I opened the door.

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/16/2007 09:04:47

*covers his head with his pillow and groans* What time is it?

Your mother is here

*removes the pillow and blinks at you groggily* Wearing my mother's...? Huh? *his eyes widening suddenly* Here?? And you...ohfuuuuuck.

*leaps out of bed and throws on some clothes as quickly as humanly possible* *looks in the mirror to make sure everything is buttoned and straightened and neat, et cetera*

	From: belthronding	Date: 04/16/2007 09:09:23

*sits cross-legged on the bed and watches you work for a while before hunting around for her own clothes* *locates her jeans and top and pulls them on while still watching you*

*is not used to seeing you look so nervous*

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/16/2007 09:17:59

*runs his hands through his hair* Whatever she says, remember that she just got here and she doesn't remember anything and she's still adjusting and...um. Maybe it's best if you just keep a safe distance?

*puts on a big fake smile and goes out to greet his mother*

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/16/2007 09:35:29

*outwardly brightens when she sees you* Good morning, pumpkin. *kisses your cheeks and takes your hands and pulls you over to the couch to sit down*

*scolding* Didn't you say you'd be over today to properly introduce me around Menegroth, dear? I waited and waited. *dismissively* No matter. *never once takes her eyes off Beleg as she wanders from room to room doing Eru-knows-what* I met your sisters yesterday—isn't that wonderful? They're staying with me now. I'll not have any of you taking charity from Those People, generous as they may be. Urwen is a lovely girl, if a bit hyper; she's already taught me a great deal of the manner of speech in these parts. The city is 'way cooler' than I'd even imagined—did I get that right? Nienor is a bit touched in the head, though. Do you know why? The queen had no interest in explaining any of it to me. *laughs humorlessly* I rather think she thought me incapable of understanding. It is so good to see you again, child! How tall you are! *fusses with your collar* But still as unkempt as ever, I see. You must tell me everything about your life here. What have you made of yourself? How long have you and Beleg been married and why does she not keep a proper house?

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/16/2007 09:38:42

*...*

*...*

*...*

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/16/2007 09:42:33

*airily* Come now, Thaliodrin. Do not be so unsociable. Have you still not learned to speak?

*presses your hand between both of hers* *kindly sort of* To begin with, tell me what you do here.

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/16/2007 09:47:13

*gulps* Right now I'm running Thingol's armed forces, because he's insane and I need to keep up appearances, but technically I'm in charge of the armies of the Valar. As, um, a Vala. And, oh. I killed Morgoth at the end of Arda.

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/16/2007 09:49:24

*smiles* See? That wasn't so hard, was it?

And Nienor? Do you know what happened to her?

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/16/2007 09:52:56

...Right.

*deadpans* She ran into Glaurung when you two came looking for me and he hypnotized her into losing her memory. Then I found her and we fell in love and got married. Eventually we found out who she was and she went crazy and we both killed ourselves.

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/16/2007 09:56:26

*conversationally* Oh, yes, I found your grave. I remember. *makes a mental note to chew out Thingol and Melian for what must be some form of gross negligence at some point in the near future*

*pats your arm* And how long have you and Beleg been married here?

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/16/2007 09:59:19

*so, so confused*

*so confused*

*has been very careful not to look at Beleg this entire time for fear of...anything you might think, pretty much* Oh, we're not married. *honestly enough* She's my best friend.

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/16/2007 10:05:31

*GASP*

You're not married why is she answering your door wearing nothing but a where is her chaperon for an unrelated maiden to be alone in a man's home without a chaperon or is she married I don't know what's worse what do you mean your best friend what could you and a woman possibly have in common I'd wager she can't even sew??

*sinks back against the couch and grabs a piece of paper from an end table and fans her face with it rapidly*

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/16/2007 10:23:40

Sorry?





...Getyouaglassofwater?

*dashes into the kitchen to hide stall formulate his defense* *hasn't dealt with anything fire-breathing in a long time*

*fills a glass of water approximately one drop at a time*

	From: belthronding	Date: 04/16/2007 11:54:38

*is sitting cross-legged on the kitchen counter (as per the icon)*

Do you want to tell her that I can actually sew or will I?

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/16/2007 12:03:00

I was actually thinking we could both be out the bedroom window and down the fire escape before she knew anything was amiss.

*stares down at the glass in his hand for a minute*

*trudges slowly back out to the living room*

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/16/2007 12:08:38

*has regained her composure and is sitting with her arms crossed and generally looking cold and forbidding*

*looks at you holding the glass out to her until you just set it on the table*

Explain.

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/16/2007 12:12:46

*quietly sighs*

*paces a bit* *firmly* Things are different now, Mother. She lives in Hithlum and she needed a place in town to stay a night or two. It's not uncommon for men and women to do things like that especially when they're fucking.

*pointedly* And she's my Best. Friend.

	From: belthronding	Date: 04/16/2007 12:56:51

*emerges from the kitchen after a while, not being very good at keeping a safe distance*

Sorry to interrupt but I should probably get going? Those boys aren't going to find themselves.

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/16/2007 13:04:32

*glances over at you* Oh, you have to...? *obviously disappointed* Oh. Okay.

*dares to shoot you a fleeting smile* Talk later?

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/16/2007 13:06:19

*sees that smile, buster*

*and sees how disappointed you are. AND sees how you rub the back of your neck, all absent-like. AND sees the complete lack of ceremony between you two.*

*so knows what's going on inside your head. as usual.*

	From: belthronding	Date: 04/16/2007 13:10:25

*flashes a sunny smile in Túrin's direction* I'll call when I get back to Hithlum.

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/16/2007 13:12:49

*gives you a little wave* I miss you already. Deserter.

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/16/2007 13:14:56

*cheerfully (if 'cheerful' was not cheerful at all but somewhat more akin to total condescension)* It was lovely meeting you, Beleg, I'm sure.

	From: belthronding	Date: 04/16/2007 13:17:01

I'm sure we'll meet again under less embarrassing circumstances, Lady.

*waves to Túrin* Love you.

*lets herself out and breathes a huge sigh of relief as she walks down the corridor*

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/16/2007 13:20:28

breathes a huge sigh of relief

*calling after you* I heard that. *envies*

*turns back to Morwen* *clears his throat* Sorry. You were saying? ...Or I was saying Or...?

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/16/2007 13:27:34

*stands and smoothes her skirts*

*vaguely* Hmm. *is pretending like you said nothing at all on the subject of men and women and coed sleepovers, yes* She's newly female. *flatly* That's very odd.

*begins giving herself the tour of your flat*

*walks to a door and opens it, flicking on the light and inspecting everything with a critical eye* *not asking* This must be where Nienor was staying.

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/16/2007 13:32:27

*trails after you*

That's very odd.

I guess? *testily* She's still the same Beleg, you know. I know you don't know it but he was my mentor. And the the most loyal friend anyone could ask for, and someone who I happen to have a lot in common with, if you really want to know.

*as you walk over to another door* Yes, Nienor was... *hurries to keep up* ...and I was going to clean that room out for Lalaith, but I guess if they want to live with you...? *looks uncertain*

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/16/2007 13:37:54

*wrinkles her nose at the clutter in your office* *absently* "With whom," dear.

*pushes open the door to your bedroom and steps inside* It's not about what they want, darling, it's what is correct.

*runs her finger across the surface of a shelf and looks at it closely* *sighs* Frightful. Your sisters and I will do for this...place...until you find a wife. *nonchalantly* You do want a real lady wife, yes? Not a fake one in trousers?

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/16/2007 13:43:56

*quickly moves past you and scans the room*

*nudges a bra of Beleg's under his bed with his toe while you're looking elsewhere* *splutters* Motherrrr, you can't just—! I am a grown man and I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself.

*still searching the room for evidence* And if or when I want a wife of ANY kind is really none of your business. So NYEH.

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/16/2007 13:49:26

*is already nearly finished making your bed* *glances up and raises an eyebrow* Do not take that tone with me, young man.

*straightens the few things on your nightstand* *easily* Of course it's my business, silly boy. I can eye any woman in this city and tell you within one how many children she'd bear you. *picks up a condom packet from your nightstand and inspects it curiously*

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/16/2007 13:53:12

*shoves his closet door closed and tries not to look too suspicious doing it*

How many children?? I really ha— *sees what you're looking at* —aaaahahaha. UM? *snatches it out of your hand, drops it in a drawer, and slams it shut*

*grips your arm and bodily walks you out of his room* *closes the door* *will padlock it later* MOTHER. Please. Do not. Go through. My things. Without. My. Permission.

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/16/2007 14:24:50

*actually looks hurt* Good heavens, Túrin. You could have asked nicely. Not that I'd've listened. *rubs her arm completely unnecessarily*

*wanders into your kitchen* *sweetly* May I look in your cupboards in order to cook us breakfast, dear?

*does not do anything so gauche as wait for you to answer, of course* *pulls out pans and dishes and starts going through your food to find pancake ingredients*

*working happily* Now. We'll have a bite to eat and then you can show me around town and introduce me to all your real friends and I will take stock of your marriage options. You needn't worry about a thing.

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/16/2007 14:25:32

*slumps down at the table and rests his chin on his forearms* *watches you dig through the refrigerator and work the stove and various appliances like an old pro* You don't waste any time, do you?

*listens to you with half an ear* *grumbling* Do I have any choice?

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/16/2007 14:26:12

*comes over and kisses the top of your head* You always have a choice, dear. Blueberry or strawberry?

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/16/2007 14:26:54

*gives up*

*hides his face in his arms* *muffled* Strawberry.

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/16/2007 14:27:21

*gives you a Look*

	From: gorthol	Date: 04/16/2007 14:27:49

*could feel your eyes burning through the back of his head even if he was still human, yes*





Strawberry, please.

	From: mavwin	Date: 04/16/2007 14:28:48

Good boy.