*stands back and watches this with horrified amusement* Ah, the last accessory to the crime has arrived, I see.
Perhaps we might get Margaret to escort you somewhere you can get cleaned up. I suggest my sister's quarters. You may find some clothes there. Then I shall see you in my office and we will figure out what to do with you.
*smiles with some amusement* You'd be Fingon then. Don't worry, I'll be out of your hair soon enough. Mostly I just wanted to make sure everyone was okay...? *looks at Maglor questioningly*
Perhaps we might get Margaret to escort you somewhere you can get cleaned up.
*is close to hopping from foot to foot at this point* That sounds fantastic. Nice to meet you, Margaret.
*visibly relieved* Oh that's...something anyway. *frowns* But what happened to your arm? *just-barely touches your elbow*
Is Elrond...?
He spent a couple days in jail but he's out now. *rubs her eyes tiredly* This mad business was his idea, actually. I didn't know how else to get out of Menegroth.
*had momentarily forgotten* What? *ungracefully* No, it's fine, it's only the balance of my entire musical career why do you ask nothing, it was just a stray.
*gets a heavy feeling in his stomach at the mention of jail*
his mad business was his idea, actually
That was... Really?
*sees your weary look and notices Margaret standing at the ready* You should... get yourself comfortable. You're quite safe here.
*gives you a Look* *entirely unconvincingly* Oh, well, if that's all then. All my planning and running around and the idiots can't even manage to not get you shot?
That was... Really?
*shakes her head slightly* Yeah. Maybe his time Inside did something to his brain, I don't know.
You're quite safe here.
*genuinely smiles* Thanks. *a bit more upbeat* I guess I'll see you later then?
*walks off with Margaret to get herself feeling a little more human before she tracks down Curufin*
*runs her other hand through her hair* In a coffin. I'm not even joking. Hence my being a bit banged-up and wearing Aredhel's clothes. They're a bit tight.
*laughs* What do you know about clothes? This hangs all wrong on me. Eru, but she must be thin. I hope she doesn't mind me stretching out her dress. :s
*after a pause* I'm not staying, you know. I just came to see...because I told Nerdanel I would.
Well. If you can manage five minutes of being nice, I'm sure I can cope with two seconds.
*looks down at the sheets for a few moments* When I was asleep, after the operation, I kept thinking I heard your voice but it was always either Turco or my mother or my father. It's nice to be able to prove my subconscious right for once.
*bites her lip* You can't even know how worried I was. I was sure you'd die the second I stepped out of the hospital. You'd die and never have to explain to me how it could possibly be worth it.
*really hopes that none of his family arrive in while he's being this serious*
*simply* It was for Cáno. At least it would have been better than dying for a damn jewel, right? Though I guess my priorities have-- have-- changed a little.
*lays his hand over yours* I'm sorry, Finduilas. I didn't mean to make you scared. *manages a lopsided smile* I'm really not worth that kind of trouble, love.
*truthfully* Sometimes. Not as often as I'd like, I think.
*drops several warm kisses down your throat, her hair brushing your skin* *her tone light* That's all you're getting, so store them away for a rainy day.