From: aromez	Date: 07/16/2007 12:07:29

*wow, way to tempt fate there, buddy*

*is wandering through the city, caked in blood after a fantastic night's work, secretly hoping to run into Yavanna handing out pamphlets or whatever lame thing it is she's doing these days*

HEY KID!!! *slaps you on the back and hooks his bloody arm around your shoulders* It's been an Age! Anyway, listen, I have plans for you and I completely forgot you even existed've been looking for you everywhere. That Kementári bitch is up to no good and we have to FIGHT BACK! Quotas quotas quotas.

*drags you bodily from the place*

	From: ilinsor	Date: 07/16/2007 12:24:24

*stumbles along and tries (unsuccessfully) to appear glad to see you* Hi, boss, wow. *forces a smile* It has been forever, huh? How did you find me??

*starts to PANIC OMFE feel a little concerned when he realizes what you're talking about* *gulps* Gee, that's...you know, great and all. Maybecanwepleasestartthistomorrow? It's just that I'm sort of busy...

*vaguely wonders how many cute furry animals had to die to fill your bathtub with gore*

	From: aromez	Date: 07/16/2007 18:29:15

*keeps tugging, oblivious to your protests*

We have to hurry, boy -- what was your name again? HURRY! We're a long way from home and I have the best idea in the history of ideas. *big grins* LOGGING. Just as a side project! But how much fun would that be? Piles and piles of dead trees. And we could use them to build SMOKEHOUSES for the MEAT.

	From: ilinsor	Date: 07/16/2007 20:07:15

*exasperatedly* Tilion, sir. The name's Tilion. Smokehouses, sure, that sounds horrid excellent, sir, but--

*manages to wrench his arm out of your grasp* Wait. Please. That woman over there--that hunter-- *beckons frantically to Beleg and silently prays she'll play along* --she's organized this...um...this huge meeting of K.A.E.T.A. hopefuls and I can't miss this race oh Eru please let me make this race I have the pole and Arien would skin me alive if I missed it and *breathes* I really think you owe it to them to speak to them. They're making huge strides in opposition to Lady Yavanna and you're their hero. Of course. Sir.

	From: aromez	Date: 07/17/2007 08:22:28

opposition to Lady Yavanna

*MAGIC WORDS!!*

*loosens his grasp long enough to look around* What, huh? Hunter. *vaguely recalls, through the cobwebs of his mind, seeing her before*

AHHHHAHAHAHAHAAH!!! The little hunter girl. I KNEW she was on our side!

	From: belthronding	Date: 07/17/2007 20:07:50

*walks over to where you and Tilion are standing*

*applies some random, archaic code-words to the situation, just to see what happens* Beware the Jabberwock, my son.

	From: ilinsor	Date: 07/17/2007 20:13:15

*?!?!*

*slaps Oromë's arm* There. You see, boss? 'Cause I sure don't. That's the signal. To be in...um... Southern Harad at three this afternoon. For the meeting. *really wishes he'd paid more attention to the goings-on of the O.R.A. (Órë Rifle Association)*

	From: belthronding	Date: 07/17/2007 20:16:01

*is mightily amused by this but does not let her carefully-schooled expression of blankness falter* Shall we? You know what those Southern Haradrim are like.

	From: ilinsor	Date: 07/17/2007 20:27:14

*shoots you a pitifully pleading look* Exactly. A more...carnivorous group of people there's never been. It's perfect.

*headscratch* *tries to think whether he's ever met anyone from Harad before remembering that it doesn't matter in the slightest*

	From: belthronding	Date: 07/18/2007 17:35:25

*very solemnly* I hear they eat their young. *comes over and takes your arm, guiding you away from Oromë* They also eat people who are late, you know.

	From: ilinsor	Date: 07/19/2007 17:15:37

*too cheerfully* Right! So we'd best get down there and start working. Three o'clock, boss, don't forget!

*hurries away with you while trying not to look like he's hurrying* Just act casual.

*doesn't act remotely casual until they've turned a corner* *breathes* I think you just saved my life.

	From: belthronding	Date: 07/19/2007 17:16:40

*grins* I really am going to have to start charging for this service.

	From: ilinsor	Date: 07/19/2007 17:23:02

*laughs* You rescue people often?

*coming over all shy all of a sudden, now that he's had a chance to really focus on you* That's definitely...um...if you...can I buy you a cup of coffee or something? I'm Tilion by the way. *thinks very hard for a second* Do you like bows?

Do you. Like. Bows. Wow.

	From: belthronding	Date: 07/19/2007 17:26:28

*shrugs a little* Now'n again.

*smiles warmly* I'd love a cup of coffee, if we can find somewhere that's not jammed. I had no idea that Formula One was such a big deal in Hithlum.

Do you like bows?

*simply offers you her hand* My name's Cúthalion, Tilion. It's a pleasure to meet you.

	From: ilinsor	Date: 07/19/2007 17:31:27

I guess it is? I think I may know a place, though. *has gotten used to dodging the crowds over the years*

*doesn't recognize your name* Pleasure's mine. *walks with you* So...you're a local then? Or...?

	From: belthronding	Date: 07/19/2007 17:33:32

Local? Oh, no. I'm a complete blow-in. I'm currently acting as Sindarin Ambassador to Hithlum although it's not a job that keeps me terribly busy. I was a marchwarden before, in Delving, and I think it's where I'd rather be. *hastily* Not that Hithlum isn't lovely but it's not home.

	From: ilinsor	Date: 07/19/2007 19:47:21

*admiringly* Wow. That sounds awfully important. My friend? Arien always had the...erm...more essential job of the two of us, I'm afraid.

*points to a building down the block* That's where we're going, by the way. It looks like a dive but I swear they've got a killer espresso.

I was a marchwarden before, in Delving

*thinks they have so much in common!* I live in Menegroth part of the time. And here part of the time. I don't get to Lórien too often anymore. Have you ever been to Lórien? No, I expect not. *glancing at you now and then* ...What rhymes with 'sparkling'?

	From: belthronding	Date: 07/19/2007 21:03:42

Oh, it sounds more important than it is, I promise. It's really just an extended holiday with a bit of paperwork. *a little mournfully* Haven't picked up a bow in weeks.

I live in Menegroth part of the time.

Oh, really? Whereabouts? I mostly live at the barracks but my -- my friend has a nicer place in the centre.

Have you ever been to Lórien? *thoughtfully* I think I was there, on Arda, when I was reborn but it's all a little hazy. *cheerfully* Too many lifetimes ago.

What rhymes with 'sparkling'?

*without thinking* Darkling?

	From: ilinsor	Date: 07/20/2007 06:57:25

Smart and strong and pretty...

I live right in town, too. There's a complex on Fountain Boulevard? Near Eighth.

Darkling?

*with a start* Oh, that's... *flushes and drops his gaze from your sparkling eyes* did I say that out loud? Um. That is...thanks, I'll make a note of it.

	From: belthronding	Date: 07/20/2007 15:45:39

Ooh, nice stretch, that one. 'Cept for that one guy? We keep slapping drunk and disorderly on him but he never gets the message.

...did I say that out loud?

*laughs softly* Yeah. You did. Writing a poem or something? Or is it a crossword clue? Used to do a lot of 'em in the barracks.

	From: ilinsor	Date: 07/22/2007 12:58:36

*winces* Oh, him. I've been thinking about staging an intervention? Except I'm not sure he's ever sober enough for one.

Or is it a crossword clue?

*relieved to have an out* Yeah, yeah, that's got to be right. *grins* These things have a way of sticking in your head sometimes I guess.

	From: belthronding	Date: 07/23/2007 12:40:29

*shrugs* Yeah, we've had him in the drunk tank before but he never quite sleeps it off. I guess that alcohol must be at a steady concentration in his blood by now.

These things have a way of sticking in your head sometimes I guess.

*laughs softly* More often if your lieutenant spends consecutive hours asking if you've solved the clue yet.

	From: ilinsor	Date: 07/23/2007 15:11:07

*orders tea because he's plenty nervous enough right now*

*casually* So...um...how long do you think you'll be here in Hithlum? Is this ambassadorial gig a long-term thing?

	From: belthronding	Date: 07/23/2007 16:55:15

*orders a large coffee*

*shrugs* Honestly? I don't know. I'm sort of here on Thingol's whim. It is an honour but I'd really love to go back to Delving. It's where my friends are and it's where Túrin is.

	From: ilinsor	Date: 07/24/2007 07:36:24

*sympathetically* You could always go back to being a plain old marchwarden. Maybe? Not that I'm saying you're plain. Or old. 'Cause actually you're really... *sighs* Young.

Túrin? *frowns, thinking* New-ish guy Túrin? He a friend of yours?

	From: belthronding	Date: 07/24/2007 13:21:08

*smiles at you, getting the first inkling that you're a nervous sort of chap* *cheerfully* Oh, I was old enough first time round. *shrugs* And being a marchwarden is what I'm good at.

He a friend of yours?

*bites her lip* Well, he was my best friend on Arda. Here on Órë? *gives another little shrug* He's pretty much everything to me. Crosswords and marchwardening aside, of course.

	From: ilinsor	Date: 07/24/2007 19:32:48

He's pretty much everything to me.

*looks slightly (okay, more than slightly) crestfallen* Oh. Yeah. Gotcha. *was sort of hoping to impress you with the nonchalant "yeah, I'm a Maia" bit*

*musters a smile from somewhere* I'm guessing that would be a 'no' on turning coffee into dinner then, huh? God you're beautiful.

	From: belthronding	Date: 07/24/2007 19:37:12

*doesn't completely take in your change in expression and general bearing* *shrugs* Just how things worked out between us.

*looks up* Oh. Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't --? Well, dinner would be lovely but it would have to remain at dinner, I'm afraid. *offers you a small smile*

	From: ilinsor	Date: 07/24/2007 19:42:22

*siiigh* *nods* A friendly dinner then, sometime. *remembering, erm, the world outside the café and all* But--damn--not tonight. I'm going to be swamped for a day or two.

*checks his watch* And oh shit I'm really running late. *rests his chin on his hand and looks at you sappily* Thanks again for rescuing me. You're my hero.

	From: belthronding	Date: 07/25/2007 13:50:47

*nods* It's okay. Just look me up next time you're in town, unless I make it back to Delving, in which case you'll probably see me slapping around a few charges of drunk and disorderly in your neighbourhood.

*laughs and waves a hand* Not at all. First one's free. After that, I charge per rescue. *grins*

	From: belthronding	Date: 07/16/2007 13:59:34

*comes out of the shop, shaking her head in disgust* There are bows and there are bows and that, my shop-keeping friend, is not a bow.

	From: ilinsor	Date: 07/16/2007 14:07:18

*overhears this as he's being dragged from the scene*

*looks around for any other likely help but doesn't see any* *figures at least you may be a kindred spirit if you can pick out the good bows from the crappy ones*

*points to you and blurts something out to Oromë about meeting "that coldblooded killer over there" in order to start an anti-K.E.T.A. movement*

	From: belthronding	Date: 07/16/2007 14:10:01

*sees that she's being pointed at* *stands still and bites her lip, wondering whether you're some co-spy send from Delving*

*puts her hands on her hips and looks at you questioningly*