*grins and inclines his head* Yes, Curvo. It is the Doriath Red. I thought our brother might like to sample some before I sell it on. I'm thinking of selling it back to Thingol's vintner for a vastly inflated price.
Well, you always were more willing to risk Turco's anger than I. *shrugs again* If you'd like to try some, I don't see why not. Perhaps allow it to breathe for a while? *narrows his eyes* Don't go drinking it from the bottle either, Curvo.
*leans back* We are in Himlad now and we must be civilised.
*holds up his hands in surrender* Oh, do pardon me, Moryo. I had no idea you'd been to finishing school. *points to a cabinet* On the right, second shelf.
*turns back to you* *smugly* Of course you like it. *without a pause* The real question is, will she leave you alone?
*looks at you* I think I may have unsettled her enough for her to leave me alone but one never could tell with Orodreth's child. She is not quite Fëanorian in her scheming but she comes close.
If you ask me, both of you are full of absolute shit. Now, what do you think of the wine, big brother? I am positively breathless with anticipation about your opinion.
*teasingly* Don't be jealous. It's not our fault you went soft. *tsks* All those dwarves and mortals of yours. Shocking.
*takes his time properly sampling the wine* Hmm. *considers* Nice legs. Full-bodied. Surprisingly balanced. *raises his glass to you* I do believe we may find a use for you yet, little one.
*sweeps in, waving away a bevy of servants* Where are my brothers? Moryo, what kind of noise is that? Turco, Curvo, I can't actually believe you didn't come back as Siamese twins this time.
And it's wonderful to see you too, Turco, even if our younger brothers do rather have the appearance of stuffed fish. No insult to stuffed fish intended.
*perches on the arm of your couch* I do hope you mean that in a good way, Turco, otherwise I shall have to reprimand you or something equally obnoxious.
*examines her fingernails* *conversationally* I've remembered rather a lot now. It's most interesting.
*sweetly* Thank you for standing up for me so well, Tyelcormo.
*crosses her legs and folds her hands on her lap* I've just been to Himring. I've decided to reclaim it and rebuild my home there. *thinks for a moment* I should probably tell Findekáno that I remember everything now but I'm not sure how he'll take it.
*considers* More likely than not, he'll fidget a lot and look grim and harassed and not say anything at all. Then he'll sequester himself in his office until Írissë threatens him with a hostile takeover.
*lip-twitch* Well, I certainly don't want to live there, so a man needs trustworthy minions to mind the far reaches of his empire, yes? Unless of course you want that dismal place.
*mildly* I don't know whether to be more disturbed that you think that Írissë would consent to be a minion or that you appear to be planning to usurp my lover.
*siiiigh* Fine. She'll be an equal partner. That was always the plan. I won't make you an accessory if you agree not to torture us with the sordid details of your relationship. Deal?
*handwaves* Yes, all right, it's wrong, nonsensical, perverse, et cetera. Unless you're planning on doing something about it, you may as well accustom yourself to the idea.
*smiles* Your standards are so high, Turco, that I know I will not be disappointed.
*leans down and kisses each of her brother's cheeks in turn and leaves the room, knowing full well that you [ie: Curufin and Caranthir] will start talking about her the second she's out of earshot*
I was thinking we might open something a bit stronger than red wine. Turco, you seem entirely unmoved by the fact that our big brother, our Maitimo, is a girl. A tiny, little, breakable girl.
*firmly* Quite so. Anyway, Moryo, while I am not at all unmoved by the circumstances, I've had more time to adjust I see no point in fretting over them now. Do you?
But feel free to open whatever you like. I think I ought to go to bed soon myself.
*tilts his head back and looks up at the ceiling* Worse. A hundred times worse. He is clearly unused to being ordered about. I really have no idea what she's thinking.
*pats you on the stomach before rising to his feet* He is not your responsibility and mothers cannot always be trusted to impose order. They are rather better at undermining fathers. *stretches* At least, that has been my experience. No insult intended towards our beautiful cousin.
*somewhat perturbed* That I can certainly believe. Still, I think I'll do my part when the little terror happens to be nearby. Maybe something will stick.
*as if it's just now occurring to him* Well, they're also the next-best rooms in the house. After mine, of course. Perhaps the grown-up in you will appreciate that?