*returns to Delving for a briefing with Thingol's security*
*stops at the Garden Path Inn on her way into Delving for a working lunch* *breaks out her laptop and absentmindedly drinks her soup while analysing the latest stats*
*drops a text to Túrin, to find out if he's free for dinner later*
what? do i get 2 for the price of 1? you should come and see the place. it's shiny. and way out of my price range. and the waiters are looking at me funny.
So I'm treating you tonight? Today? *reaches around you to push the door shut* *keeps his hand braced against it, leaning very close to you* Let's go then.
It's not just you. Ideally, I should be seeing more and more of you.
*cuddles against you for a moment* *muffled* Let's go out for a while. And when we come back, we can go to bed and stay there until tomorrow. Or possibly the day after.
*hugs you tighter before letting go* *reasonably contented* It's a plan.
*reaches for the doorknob again precisely as he hears a knock on said door* *stares at it for a moment at this unexpected behavior and then extends his thought toward the other side*
*abruptly and almost completely inaudibly (he hopes)* Maybeweshouldstayintonight.
*clearly frazzled by something or other* Now don't say anything, it's just...there's this situation and it's driving me batty and I could really use your ad-
*coughs* Yeah...um...I'd really like to help, Fin, but... *apologetically* Do you think this could maybe wait for one of the 350 days Beleg's not actually here a day or two?
*puts an arm around your shoulders and ushers you inside*
*gets you seated and hands you a tissue* *gently?* There, now. What's all this, hmm? *sits next to you and lays his hand over yours* Are you in some kind of actual trouble?
*nods as though you actually continued the conversation by saying something reasonable and/or clever*
*angrily* And he won't give me one. *hands you what turns out to be a brief note from Curufin acknowledging the receipt of the papers she sent him and detailing their current whereabouts as ashes in the bottom of his brother's living room fireplace*
*looks over the note and privately thinks this fellow sounds like a man after your own heart*
*awkwardly* Well. I really don't think you actually need his permission to get divorced, Fin. Don't people divorce absent spouses sometimes without the other party even knowing it?
*to Fin, in a businesslike tone* Yes, I think so. And maybe try talking to Curufin about it in the meantime? At least until it's clear you won't get anywhere with him? Maybe there's just been some misunderstanding. *glances over at you briefly*
*firmly* But don't worry. I'm sure you'll work it all out sooner or later. *pats Fin's hand*