*having decided (very sensibly) not to travel back to Hithlum with the soon-to-be-bickering Noldor, goes to her Mablung's office to discuss a couple of matters with him*
*is all business, oh yes*
*knocks on the door and lets herself in*
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*is carefully studying an in-play Risk board on his desk and wondering whether his opponent will notice if a tenner of soldiers disappears from Dimbar before he returns from lunch*
*without looking up* There's no point in knocking if you're just gonna walk in.
*eyeroll* I'm sorry. I forgot that if I'd mentioned he was in the neighborhood a day earlier you'd have tracked him through the hobos and refuse in the streets clear out to Lindon if that's where he'd gone.
*stares right back at you* What, you're not a naturalized Noldo yet?
*crosses his arms* It sounds like lots of fun, too. Just the sort of thing you'd enjoy. Do you have a target set up in your cubicle and everything, or would it block the motivational posters?
*almost breathlessly* How dare you, Mablung? How dare you? Does it entertain you to mock me, is that it? To make light of what I have to do to keep things on a bloody even keel around here?
*incredulously* "What you have to..." ...the fuck are you talking about?? I'm trying to figure out why you've abandoned all the things you like best, but... *goes back around to sit in his chair. His.* Maybe I don't know you that well anymore.
*heatedly* Yes, Mablung, and then he'd have sent you or Eru knows who else. Forgive me if I didn't want to have to choose one of my own men to send away from home.
*laughs* Oh, so it's martyrdom you're looking for! You're right. I had you all wrong. *sharply* Gone are the days of noble heroes and valiant deeds, Cúthalion.
*with open disgust* Don't treat me like a child. It gets old. I've been around the block, too, you know.
*points towards the door* Just look outside, Mablung. Everything is changing around us. We have to change too or else we'll get left behind. We're not going to live forever. Why on Órë would you let life just pass you by?
*pityingly* I like my life. I have fun. Remember fun? You're spending your days pushing pencils and in conference when you could be painting the town red with me or at the very least mucking around in the forest with me and T and you talk about life passing me by?
Do not use that condescending tone with me, Mablung. I happen to like what I do. I like breathing fresh air and feeling I've achieved something, no matter how insignificant. And I still know how to have fun, you sarcastic --
*snorts* Whatever you say. Fine, if you like it? Fine. Your old pals in Doriath will just deal with it when you pass us by on your way to life. *feigns a yawn*
*lets out a harsh laugh* Never mind, Mablung. I shouldn't have -- I shouldn't have come back. I apologise for disturbing you at work. I'll see you so-- No. Never mind. Goodbye.
*walks out the door, closing it carefully behind her* *doesn't really notice how much she is shaking until she gets to the train station to buy her ticket and scatters change everywhere*
*smiles brightly* *indicates with a twitch of her little finger that they are to be shown to the VIP section* *does not want to mingle with the usual Larry's clientele, thankyouverymuch*
*waits until they sit down before looking at you with curiosity* And what are we to talk about, Mablung?
*follows you in and gives a low, appreciative whistle* You've been holding out on us, Brí.
*leans his chin on his hand and looks back at you* Oh, I don't know. *smiles lazily* But stop with the personal questions, will you? I've just bitched out my best friend and I'm feeling a little vulnerable.
If I have to -- mingle -- this is a much more pleasant location. I have such an area in all my establishments.
I've just bitched out my best friend and I'm feeling a little vulnerable.
Well, if your best friend deserved it, then you've not done anything wrong. If he or she didn't deserve it, then shame on you. *offers you a smile* Were you really horrible? *can't really imagine that, in truth*
*shrugs* Well, all sorts of people live in Delving so one must cater to all sorts of tastes.
Ideally, we might travel to where Rivendell was? It would be too good to be true if we could find it again but I've also booked a few days in the mountains, away from everyone and everything.
Maybe I do? *runs her finger along the rim of her glass* But I should not be unkind. I am one of the richest inhabitants of this State. It has given me a great deal.
*finally pulls you down to the end of a dark and dubious-looking alley, where a few steps lead down to a door set below street level*
*gives a complicated knock on the door and waits to be admitted*
*leads you to the entrance of a dim chamber that appears to be a slice out of ancient Doriath, from its rich tapestries depicting the Great Battles down to the intricate stone wall carvings and the manner of dress and speech of all present* *watches the silhouettes of the gatherers dance in the firelight while a harper seated on a dais sings one of the old lays, half-forgotten through time*
If adapting to life as smoothly as if nothing's changed from the old days is called "being stuck in my ways", then yes. I rather think it's more like "losing the separation".
*snickers* I don't often flap, it's true. But some things are different, I guess. *shrugs as though it's the plainest thing in the world* I just don't let it get to me, you know?
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