*has been slightly worried since he came in this morning and found that the vending machine was out of Fritos* *has no idea what will become of lunch today*
*taps his pen on his desk* Your mother, really? Tell me about her.
She bosses and orders and puts on airs. She thinks she knows what's best but really she's more confused than everyone. She's always going on about propriety and properness and marriage and how the little yellow one dresses. It's all quite alarming. *laughs* Even Túrin is afraid of her.
Besides, it's not like she's even my real mother anyway. She keeps saying she is, but she isn't.
I see. *scribbles something down* Maybe she's being extra tough on you kids so people won't realize she's confused. It can be hard for people her age to adjust to new things they don't understand.
*tilts his head and looks at you* Who is your real mother, then?
I see. *begins scribbling her own notes* She doesn't just not understand. She's lost in another world and another time. She doesn't know where she is and when and why. That's crazy.
*blinks* *looks at you like you're the crazy one ha* Everyone knows about the mother wolf. Did you forget?
Maybe it is, a little bit. But if we want your loved ones to patient with us and your problems, it's only fair to be patient with them, don't you think? *pensively* How are you and Urwen getting on, by the way?
the mother wolf
WTF? *apologetically* I guess I have forgotten. Refresh my memory?
Hmph. I never asked her to be patient with me. I just asked her to go away.
Urwen? The yellow one? She's.... actually, I rather like her. She helps me plot against Morwen. We escaped the other day for a few hours. She's pleasant and she laughs and laughs and laughs. *dreamily* It sounds like what happiness is.
Refresh my memory?
*eyeroll* *wonders how it is you manage to forget such important details so very often* *sighs* When the blossom on the tree came into bloom I was born and fell from it alone in the woods. The mother wolf found me and took me to her den and raised me with her own pups. I have no real mother, of course. *laughing* Unless you count the tree.
*very seriously* We can't choose our families, Niënor. She loves you and worries about you and you need to remember that.
I rather like her.
*smiles* I'm glad to hear that. And what do you do when you go out? Are you making many other friends?
*listens carefully* *presses his lips together, unnerved* That's a very pretty story. But it's just a story. If Túrin is your brother and Morwen is his mother, shouldn't she be your mother, too? *poor silly Elrond with his sane-person!logic*
She likes to shop. I let her. I just walk and look. Sometimes we go meet Finduilas. She's our friend. I'm not sure if she's Túrin's friend or not anymore. And sometimes.... *quickly* nevermind.
If Túrin is your brother
*shakes her head* That's the whole point, you see. Túrin's not really my brother. Everyone's got that all confused. It's all Morwen's fault for finding me in the woods and making people think I was her daughter. If she hadn't have done that, no one would have this wild idea about Túrin and I in their head and we would all be happy.
*prompting* 'Sometimes'...? *grins* I won't tell Morwen, if that's what you're worried about.
*sighs* I really think Morwen would give us a very different account of your birth, Niënor. With gory details, from the sounds of it. Besides, nobody has any sorts of 'wild ideas' about you and Túrin anymore. Haaaaa. I imagine he'd be very hurt to hear that you don't think of him as your brother.
*blushing a bit* SometimesshetakesmetoseeMablungandIguesshe'safriendtoo. Don't tell Túrin!
Morwen would give us a very different account of your birth
That's because she's crazy. She's lying, of course. *is really concerned that you seem to not understand* *wonders what that vacation did to your head and eyebrows*
he'd be very hurt to hear that you don't think of him as your brother
That's why he doesn't know about the wolf. Maybe it would make things easier for him, but he does seem so fond of having sisters. I'd hate to hurt him by telling him the truth. Sometimes little lies are okay if they keep people from being sad. Like little lies about Mablung.
*unremarkable eyebrows shooting up* I won't, don't worry. *frowns* But why not? I thought Túrin and Mablung were good friends.
*hates to admit to himself that your impression of Morwen lines up INSANELY nicely with the rest of your INSANE little story INSANE INSANE INSANE* I'm still confused as to why you think you were born of a tree, though. Don't you remember how human babies are made?
*shakes her head* They used to be friends but now they fight because of me. Túrin doesn't like that I like Mablung and that Mablung likes me. He says I don't understand but really he's the one that doesn't understand. Mablung says I have to get better so Túrin will leave us alone, but really I think I'm fine now.
Don't you remember how human babies are made?
*quite seriously* I'm not human. *pauses* Well. I guess I'm part human. You wouldn't understand.
Túrin doesn't like that I like Mablung and that Mablung likes me.
We-ell...I suppose Mablung has a bit of a reputation... *coughs* ...well. I guess I can understand that attitude somewhat. I'm sure they're both just concerned that you know fully what you're doing. Or Túrin is, and Mablung likes being alive. Since you've been having...difficulties here.
I'm not human
*stares* It's when you say things like that that people worry, you see. *gently* That's simply not the case.
*shakes her head sadly* I told you you wouldn't understand. *gently* Don't feel bad, Doctor, it's not your fault. Some people just don't have the capacity to understand the world. You're still a good doctor. Sort of.
*looks up at the clock* Oh, look, our time is up. You'll consider what I said about Morwen, yes? She really does need help.
*sighs in disappointment* *figures he might as well at least be glad you're not raving today* Thanks. That means a lot to me. Sort of.
*follows your gaze and then looks back at you* I certainly will. I'd like to get a look at this odd-sounding woman. In the meantime, be. patient. *smiles kindly* And continue being good about taking your medicine because you're doing much better these days. Sort of.