*liberates his littler sister from his mother's lair when Morwen's out taking Niënor to the hospital for her therapy session* *asks Mablung if he wouldn't mind intercepting those two at some point to give Niënor a bit of a break from Morwen's constant lectures*
*decides a weekend vacation to Hithlum is in order*
*takes Thingol's jet*
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*positively bounces in her seat as she stares through the window* I've never been on a plane before. This is so exciting! Is Hithlum nice? What's Beleg like? Can Niënor come next time?
*smiles sunnily* You're just saying that because you're all boring and old now. We used to be mad together, like, a long time ago when you were littler.
*long-suffering sigh* Oh, dear. That's unfortunate. *blandly* I was going to take you shopping for clothes normally worn outside of convents, too. But since I'm so boring and old I'm sure you couldn't bear to be seen with me.
*rubs his arm nervously* So...um. Beleg? This is my sister Lalaith. Lalaith, this is Beleg!!, my...my Beleg *cough* my best friend. Please like each other?
I don't mind. We can go to Beleg's place. She tidied. *chatters away* Mother makes me tidy but I'm not very good at it. Once, I just pushed everything under the bed but she found out, like, straightaway.
*walks with the two of you* Oh, you can't hide anything from her. She has Powers.
What do you want to do while we're here, anyway? *pokes your arm* Shopping's out, obviously. So is drinking or...damned near anything fun, now that I think about it.
*discreetly reaches for your hand and squeezes it briefly* I think you underestimate the value of ice cream, Túrin. It really does make everything better.