*putters around his room while awaiting further developments in the "save his family from the wrath of Thingol" plan*
*can't decide whether to send word after Turco or let him work past the initial shock on his own*
*and hasn't any idea where to start with his father*
*would very much like nothing more than to disappear into his own life again fat chance*
*wonders if there's a greeting card that says "sorry my family are such caring, irresponsible warmongers with an overdeveloped sense of loyalty even though they were acting in my best interests for doing nothing wrong even though I technically did"?*
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*doesn't have a smile for that* (*probably would have, before he'd used up what he had in front of Fingon and his mother*) You'd probably have been better off. :\
*doesn't sit* *invites you to*
*by rote at this point* Fine. I'm healing and up and about. Much better than one can say for Curufin. You've seen him?
*doesn't sit either, but walks in and looks around with mild curiosity* Better than nothing, I suppose.
You'd probably have been better off.
*shrugs* *dryly* That's okay. I didn't have much else to do that week.
Fine.
*resists the urge to roll her eyes* *just looks at you with that same mild expression* "Fine" like jail was fine? Or "fine" like Elrond is fine? Elrond now, I mean.
*a little shortly* We all are. You might as well enjoy the company.
Did they give him trouble?
A little, I think. But he is fine, as far as I know. *pointedly* Actually fine. Bit worried about you, I suspect.
They do bounce back quickly.
*idly studies a painting on the wall (a pretty interesting one for generic guest quarters)* *almost amusedly* Oh, I'm sure it's specifically done to make you and Nerdanel crazy. How is she doing, by the way? I haven't seen her yet. *isn't so much interested in what you say as how you'll say it*
*crosses her arms at your non-reaction* Maglor Fëanorion, you are every bit as stubborn and proud and—
How is your son?
*recovers herself after the inital moment of hurt crosses her features* I don't know. I had to leave word for him. I was on the run, remember? *tightly* Because I wanted to help you, remember?
*doesn't know what to do with that reminder* *thinks deflecting off his anger sounds pretty good* Here's the family you married into. You're really going to love it here. *shifts very uncomfortably*
*turns toward the drinks table, which he's avoided on account of healing* *just looks at it for now*
*very aware he's lashing out* I was thinking of pressing charges, you know? But then I realized if there's no such thing as a fair trial for a Fëanorian in Delving, there's probably no such thing as a fair charge, either. Telperinquar might want to brush up on that if Thingol decides genetics actually do go deeper than loyalties.
*does roll her eyes this time* I haven't abandoned my plans to cancel that particular contract, believe me.
*sees you looking and pours herself a drink* *thinks it over for a moment before pouring you one, too*
*defensively* *but a bit relieved, all the same* Do you honestly think he's not feeling the heat for...well, for his pettiness, at the very least? After so many people ended up in the hospital? I was there in Nargothrond while he lived there, you know. You can be sure he's not ignorant of his role in all this.
*notes the eyeroll with some interest* *finds it that much safer to dispense with pleasantries* Oh but doo be sure, now. It's not as though they don't draw you back in again anyhow.
*looks at the drink but doesn't pick it up yet* I would hope so. All I can say is if he wants to avoid us that brutally then he's got spectacular success on his hands.
*hadn't noticed he was gesturing so emphatically while he was talking* *winces while his shoulder throbs a little*
*faking flippancy* Yeah, you boys do, huh? Too bad there's also that bit where Curufin could never actually love anyone. I'm not blind, you know.
*looks at her own drink before swallowing it* *enjoys the warmth* *tries not to let her discomfort show* Good for him then. Write him off as one more of my your brothers' mistakes. Everybody wins.
*notices you wince and opens her mouth to say something* *closes it again*
*sighs* What I wanted was to come here to talk to the first person in your family I ever saw demonstrate some sort of decency of character. For you to be locked up was more like somebody's idea of a stupid joke than anything. Or so I thought.
*morosely* And if I also wanted to reassure myself that the father of my child wasn't dead, try not to hold it against me. I'm only human.
*somewhat less irritably* You look like you're in pain. Are you all right?
*is effectively disarmed by that (pardon the pun)* *looks up at you*
*has really no adequate apology in him at the present* I'm sorry. *pause* I'm not... at my best. Someone else would have gotten it if it wasn't you. *still confused about which tact is the right one to take with you and Curufin though*
*doesn't do well with being fussed over unless you're his mom* Just got a little ahead of myself. *acknowledging the irony this time* It's fine. ;)
*shakes her head* Might I suggest shock therapy? Extensive shock therapy? Just get one in restraints and tell the others he needs to be rescued. Then lock the doors once they're all in.
And anyway, on the bright side...now we get to go to Gondolin. *uncertainly* Although I'm not exactly sure how or if I fit into this plan somewhere but I've always wanted to see Gondolin. Haven't you?
*lifts his glass high enough to touch it to yours*
*sort of enjoys watching you process this* Let me know when you've moved past the thought experiments and right on into resigned. Then we'll talk. Nelyo and Ambarussa can stay back, the C's... we'll see.
Haven't you?
*thinks about that* Yes. We don't do nearly enough road trips.
*looks up at you* I'm sure Naneth would enjoy your company. You're the closest any of us come to a normal distraction, I suppose you could say.
*can't help but laugh* *wonders if you know who you're talking to* I don't think you're going to be competitive, but go ahead and try.
Why not? You have stories that don't start with "you'll never guess who I manipulated after breakfast this morning." ... Or maybe you do, I don't know. But at least they'd be new stories. ;)
*tilts his head back on the cushion* *just sits still and lets the drink do its work*
*knows just enough about your past to think you're in just fine company* Examples are people who accept their choices and move on. None of us are perfect.
*half heavy-lidded smile* Do I have something on my face?