*tightly* I would not really have expected anything but unswerving fraternity but they are completely unrepentant. I despair of ever getting through to them.
I doubt we'll be welcome in many places at all again.
*can't think of anything to say to contradict this*
*fingers some basic harmonies* Have you spoken to your father yet?
*purses his lips* Loyalty is loyalty. It's what they we do best, right?
*lets you play and listens*
*shakes his head* After we arrived I heard he was here. That was when I was resting. *almost shrugs, then winces and remembers not to move very much* *isn't looking forward to the conversation anyway* I don't feel like sugar-coating any of this. I suppose I haven't been in a rush.
*nods in understanding* I'd say you might as well just leave. I wouldn't mind going with you, truly. But it might be risky? I don't know how far-reaching Thingol's grasp is. *frowns, thinking* Although Tyelco's already gone.
*has enough ego left to be troubled about that* What would the twins do? *a little hurriedly* Nelyo's in a tough position already, and Curvo's still...
I can look after the twins. Maitimo... *shakes her head sadly* I'm afraid I'm still too upset with Maitimo to think very clearly. *hollowly* Atarincë and Carnistir have their father. In truth, though, I think I'd be less calm without your presence here, darling.
When?
*can't meet your eyes* *in a small voice* Just a little while ago? It was entirely my fault but perhaps having some time alone will do him good? *doesn't look especially hopeful*
*with equal parts of the frustration and gratitude he's been experiencing* She was trying to help. *takes your hand off the keys* *in all seriousness* Well, I'd spend all my time over there worrying about you over here, so that's that.
*sighs, irritated* He hasn't grown out of tantrums. *almost rolls his eyes* He'll come back.
*rests her hands in her lap and looks at them, unblinking* She ought to know better by now. *lovingly/soberly* So very willful.
He'll come back.
*hesitates, not knowing how much she ought to tell you* This is different. I'm not convinced he'll ever speak to me again. And OME I'm the worst mother ever.
*a bit distractedly* Well, see, it's just that there's this little detail where there's a slight fifty percent chance he may not actually be my baby? And it seems that neither your father nor I ever managed to tell him about it? I sort of thought that was why he's the way he is one of us had done it Ages ago. *clings to squeezes your hand again* But I'm sure you're right, darling. Things tend to work themselves out. Worst. EVER.
*looks very close to tears* *in a rush* Oh don't look at me like that dearest I feel terrible enough as it is. And it's really only the tiniest of fifty-percent possibilities. *nod, nod* *nod* Mothers know?.
Tell him the truth? It just slipped out. And when it was clear he had no idea what I was talking about, it dawned on me that... *trails off* I thought your father had discussed it with him, I honestly did.
*quietly* Macalaurë, the details are very muddled and confusing and anyway, what really matters is that he is my son, and your brother. Regardless of blood. *finally looks at you* I never told the rest of you because it wouldn't have changed anything and this family places far, far too much emphasis on blood ties.
*lays a hand on your good shoulder* *because she wants to say something that sounds easy* Come and sit on the sofa.
I think it'll change a lot to Turco.
*tremulously* I know it will, darling. *a bit dazed* I'm not this calm. I've just had a lot of practice. Part of me just can't believe I could have messed things up so badly.
*shakes her head dismally* I mean, look at Maitimo and the twins. They look just like my father but I certainly don't. *sighs* My grandmother was a Vanya, you know. Possibly the peroxide version, but still.
*takes your hand in hers and looks at the palm as though searching for answers* *really doesn't think she can continue down this road*
*abruptly switching gears* Have you heard from Finduilas? She ought to have arrived by now.
*very quietly* I don't know. She may have. I don't know.
*imagines Finduilas and Elrond in prison* *thinks about having torn your brother's reality asunder with a few careless words* *recalls talking to your brothers and getting the distinct feeling she was slamming her head against a brick wall all the while* *thinks about Fingon sitting in his office, trying to defuse the threat of war with a half-mad Thingol*
*thinks she may have managed all of it if your father hadn't decided to show his face*
*goes perfectly silent for a horribly long moment*
*in a surprisingly steady voice* I think I'm meant to be the one saying it, sweetheart. *manages a tiny smile*
*takes the opportunity to really look at you and make sure you're still in one piece* All this and your arm, too. Who shot you, anyway? So I can find them and GLARE.
*rather suspects Curufin's forgotten she or anyone else exists by now* *firmly* He's out of danger now. I'm just grateful I don't need to worry about any of your physical injuries at the moment. Eru be praised.
*so completely unimpressed* Well, if the boy has a shred of decency in him, he can't possibly feel good about things coming to a head the way they did.
*ghost of an irritated headshake* Given who his role model was? Given the nature of our last meeting? I believe I'll keep myself from trying to pass judgement on his character. :\