*smiles at you* Because -- it's my home? And it is neither Ondolindë nor Nan Elmoth. *steps out onto her doorstep and looks out into the mists* Is it not the perfect place for a growing boy?
*decisively* I like Mithrim at this time of year. It gets into your pores, you know.
*sighs and bites her lip* Oh, your younger brother had to extricate him from a rather unsavoury drinking establishment in Delving. I don't know what to do with him.
*laughs and steps outside, barefoot* *gazes upwards, even though she can't see the stars* It is a compliment. You get into my pores, you know, whenever we meet.
Moryo tries to be as charming as ever. *smiles a little* Such a strange, delightful little boy.
How a concept like discipline can be so foreign to a woman like you, I will never understand.
*looks at you* Lómion does not respond well to discipline and, in truth, whenever he is with me, he is so meek and mild and apologetic. It is so difficult to punish him.
*steps inside and out of the cold, more to keep you from seeing his smile than anything else*
*turns with his hand still on the doorknob* *a bit generously* Poor Moryo. He does know his strengths most of the time, of course. Which is to all our benefit, really.
*eyeroll* Naturally he'd appear to be meek, when his mother responds so alarmingly predictably in wrapping herself around his little finger.
*follows you indoors and waits for you to close the door*
*hooks her fingers under your sleeve* He is certainly adept at assessing situations, it must be said. *archly* Do you know, he refused to let me enter this -- pub? -- because it would displease you?
...his mother responds so alarmingly predictably in wrapping herself around his little finger.
Is it so bad? *distractedly* I have missed him so. I do not want to drive him away.
*laughs a little* He's better-trained than he'd like to admit, then. *simply* And he certainly knows me well enough.
Is it so bad?
*no more sharply than he deems necessary (which is still pretty sharply)* Yes, my darling, it is. Use your head, please. He may not enjoy himself quite so well now but ultimately he'll respect you.
*smiles and leads you into the first room, a well-appointed reception chamber, lined with books and with a rarely-(read: never-) used grand piano in the corner* What is it you said, my love? My house should speak for itself?
He may not enjoy himself quite so well now but ultimately he'll respect you.
*softly* Then help me, Turco. He has no father. At least none I will acknowledge and 'káno treats him as a wayward subject.
*nods in acknowledgment of your hit* I daresay it will, dearest. I do not doubt your taste. *walks over to the instrument and runs his hand over it with a light touch* A pity I am no artist.
*glances over at you* *not ungently* I cannot parent your child, Írissë. You've built your lives here, for one thing. *smiles crookedly* Nor do I have the slightest inclination toward being a father.
No artist, maybe, but you have an eye for beauty, have you not?
Nor do I have the slightest inclination toward being a father.
*laughs* No, no, I daresay you do not. It was foolish of me to ask. *walks over to you and holds your hands in hers* I shall try, Turco, to be strict and teach my boy what we Noldor are about but I warn you that I shall need you all the more.
*tilts his head and takes in the sight of you* Yes, I like to think so.
*lets you hold his hand for a little while* *walks with you through to another room* It amuses me to see you playing the harassed, doting mother. Nearly as much as it disturbs me.
I shall need you all the more
*without pretense* You know I am yours, cousin. *laughs* As long as you do not prove too great an inconvenience.
It amuses me to see you playing the harassed, doting mother. Nearly as much as it disturbs me.
*walks over to a window, as though she is testing her restraints* Ah, but you never knew me as a mother on Arda. *places her hand over her shoulder, almost instinctively*
*snaps out of it quickly*
As long as you do not prove too great an inconvenience.
*mock-gravely* I shall try, darling, but you know how I am. I shall get some mad idea to break free and you -- *steps carefully along the wooden floor towards you* -- you may lose sight of me. *looks into your eyes, smiling* But never for long.
*leads the way through the ground floor rooms before walking up the stairs*
*pensively* I'm not certain I could have borne that version of you, frankly. I should hate to see you so afraid outside your element. *grins* Once I finished scolding you, at least.
*follows you, his grip on the banister the only movement betraying his travel-weariness*
I'd never attempt to stay you. *addressing your back* The surest way to keep you near. Beyond the attraction of my company, of course.
*briskly* And I have no doubt that a good scolding from you would have set all of Arda to rights, had Arda just listened.
*pauses at the top of the stairs* The attraction of your company? And the annoyance and the stimulation, yes?
*bites her lip* I'm afraid I have no guest room prepared for you. Come. *wraps her fingers delicately around the crook of your elbow and guides you into her own room* You need your beauty sleep, dearest. *scolds* You spoil me by coming all this way and I, I'm sure, have disappointed you with my poor hospitality.
*almost cheerfully* Quite right. Though I suppose a certain submissive nature is still required of them.
*frowns when you take him to your room, making no attempt to mask his discomfort* For shame. Are you so put upon that you thought I would not come? *moves your hand from his arm*
*sighs* This will teach me not to appear in the middle of the night, at least. No matter how pressing the matter of your captivity.
In truth, I did not expect you so promptly although I should have known you would not ever let me down.
*raises her chin* If you are so uncomfortable at the thought of sharing sleeping space with one who loves you best, I shall sleep in the couch in my son's room and tomorrow, I shall show you why I love Hísilómë, when it is not bearing down upon my shoulders.
*lies on her side and looks at you* And if I find you taking more than your fair share of the bedclothes, you will find yourself on the floor, my love.
*laughs softly and closes her eyes* Mmm, no. Well, not really. Let me tell you, however, that if you do thrash about as a result of these unintended nightmares, you will most certainly find yourself on the floor.
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