*is still bored, albeit grateful that vein in his great-uncle's head isn't popping out quite so much lately* *thinks he still seems kinda upset about something, though*
*successfully wheedles his grandfather into letting two of Thingol's mafiosi bodyguards take him to visit his real!treehouse outside of town*
*can't wait until he's old enough to be allowed to actually use a phone so that he can invite Celebrimbor to join his exclusive treehouse club*
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From:
Date: 09/10/2007 14:44:15
*is standing hemming and hawing at a pay phone juuuuuust at the edge of town*
(*has been here for half an hour trying to figure out if she can make it in to the hospital or if that nice doctor has the sedatives again or will a phone call be enough for Mablung or or or...*)
*uses his polite words to request a stop for ice cream cones before he and his companions reach their final destination* *thinks he can actually see his treehouse in the distance, though, ome!!*
*is waiting impatiently for his unholy concoction of soft serve, gummi creatures, sprinkles, and chocolate flakes when he sees you*
*frowns* Are you okay, lady?
From:
Date: 09/10/2007 14:59:18
*blows her nose messily on an old handkerchief all covered in flowers*
*tremulously but brightly* I was just talking to my friend and got good news and I feel much better now.
*fails to see how sniffly, read, teary, and near-hyperventilation are completely incongruent with "much better now"*
*digs in his pocket for the rest of his change* *is distressed to see the 36¢ remaining and is, thus far, blessedly unacquainted with the idea that he could take his pick of whatever he likes and have the bill sent to Thingol*
*looks at his ice cream cone mournfully, then back at you* 'Scream takes da snifflies away. Wansome?
From:
Date: 09/10/2007 15:18:23
*stuffs her hanky back in her bag*
*sees you looking for your change* Aw that's really sweet of you little man. :]
*fishes in her own pockets* I was going to take the train? Into town? To see my friend? Only I got scared? *might as well spend the fare for something though*
*orders a cone that looks like yours only with chocolate swirl soft serve*
*looks considerably relieved not to have to part with his ice cream after all, in truth* 'm Cellyborn. Wos yer name? *takes a big, happy bite*
Only I got scared?
*nods with solemn understanding* Cos it's dark? I was skeered too but 's not so bad now. *transfers his cone carefully to his left hand and holds up several fingers of the right after a moment's careful contemplation* I been dere six twenty-firteen one days. But trees're still better.
From:
Date: 09/10/2007 19:28:58
*takes hers, looking with awed curiosity at the funny toppings* *bites off a gummi snake*
*with immense agreement* Trees are better. :) I want to go down there, I do, really, 'cause Mablung's there and who knows when he'll get better and he must miss everyone so much. :s *has not figured out she's talking to herself*
My name's Nellas. *looks around with self-awareness for the first time since reaching the pay phone* Are you here all by yourself?
*really doesn't mind you talking to yourself* *doesn't have much of an attention span anyway*
Are you here all by yourself?
*cheerfully* Nope. Dose guys over dere's workin' for mine unclelwë. Dey brung me t' see my treehouse. *bounces a little* Do you wanna see my treehouse do you Nellas huh huh huh?
From:
Date: 09/11/2007 07:08:42
unclelwë
*eyes widen a little* *gives the big scary men a nervous little wave*
*in all seriousness, happily* I'd love to see your treehouse. If the nice men who brought you don't mind. Is it in your backyard? :) *imagines a playhouse or similar*
*headshake* *points* 's out dere. Yer my friend so's you c'n come. *takes your hand firmly in his sticky one and starts walking in that direction*
*slows up along the way when it's apparent that the distance is greater than he'd estimated*
*slows even more* *plunks himself down on a patch of grass* Mine toeses hurt.
From:
Date: 09/11/2007 18:33:32
Yer my friend
*awww* *aren't you the sweetest?* X)
*lets you pull her along the block they've walked* *manages her ice cream and her shoulder bag on the same arm while bending down a little to hold your hand*
Do you want to sit and finish your ice cream? Did you just get your treehouse new? :) *sits down next to you so you can tell her all about it*
*shrugs, slightly irritated by the size of the planet* 'Kay.
*thinks over the matter very seriously, alternating details with licks of ice cream* Me'n Grampa usedta live aaaall over da whole uvinerse. But den Unclelwë said if we comed here t' live he was gonna build for me a treehouse. An' he did! An' it's BIG! *stretches his arms out as widely as he can* An' I c'n fit lotsa friends in an' frogs but not Gladdy pease.
How come you like da trees? I don't fink da music man likes 'em so much.
From:
Date: 09/11/2007 19:56:30
*takes one of her gummi oliphaunts and shares it with you since you seem to like them*
*gets quite relaxed thinking about trees* Oh they're wonderful. And comforting and dependable and friendly and really good listeners when you need it and always so calm and you feel so much better when you're just sitting and it's all leaves and sky. *takes a good calm breath* :)
*stares at the pretty lady who shares and who LOVES TREES!! you, awed* Uh-huh. *conspiratorially* I could live in da trees but Grampa won' let me. Even when I's a real good climber an' never fell out 'cept when I was a li'l kid. *thinks that's bound to impress you quite a lot*
*speaks up again after a while* *(a little shyly)* Mine toeses feel better now. *may even have a Heroes of the First Age sticker in his treehouse with your name on it*
From:
Date: 09/11/2007 20:16:02
*would absolutely collapse from embarassment if she knew she was on a sticker somewhere*
*kindly, in that patient way you have to have with small kids* I bet you're a super climber. That's important if you want to live in trees. :] Or especially taking naps in them without falling off. But I think your uncle isn't a tree person. They don't understand.
*smiles* Okay. Let's go then!
*pauses* *thinks she should really tell you this, it's only fair, even though your escorts are clearly at the ready* You can trust me, Celeborn, I promise you'll be safe and we won't get lost.
*grins* *completely trusts you, of course, as he would trust anyone who claimed to be trustworthy!* You should come and play wif me'n Brimbor sometime. *clearly telling you everything you need to know* He's real nice too an' makes shinies.
*gets to walking again, with a new spring in his step* *will probably ask one of the mafiosi for a piggy-back ride back to the car on the way home, anyway*
*eventually hops up and down and points to a tree in the distance* *a tree supporting a structure that could easily house a small family or so* See see see?
From:
Date: 09/11/2007 20:42:16
*enjoys your enthusiasm as it's well taking her mind off the stress of the CITY and Mablung and ome ome ome*
*looks in the direction you're pointing*
*jaw drops a little in genuine awe* But that's... the biggest nicest one I've ever seen I ride past it every other week I thought it was a big rich family moving in ...all yours? Wow.
*is amazed enough to slow down walking and eventually has to let you pull her along*
*happily* Yep! An' Grampa's if he wants. *puffs out his chest* But I'm da leader. *breaks free from you after a moment and runs over, unable to contain his excitement*
*climbs nimbly up the rope ladder (real clubhouses have rope ladders) and waits for you* *takes the painstakingly printed "NO GRLZ" sign and covertly shoves it into a corner*
From:
Date: 09/11/2007 20:55:41
*follows you up, not at all tripping over that shoelace that's come untied (stupid shoes)*
*has never seen a treehouse with actual rooms before* *dazedly repeats herself* Wow. What a lucky little boy you are. :]
*beams, obviously happy you approve of his kickin' bachelor pad* Uh-huh! *thinks it's a darn sight better than the palace, anyway*
*lets you do your thing while he dives into a pile of toys to look for that sheet of stickers*
*has a moment of teh fear when he can't find it*
*breathes a sigh of relief and peels off the biggest, most colorful one of the bunch* *comes over to you and tugs on your sleeve* Girls are real gross mostly but you ain't so here. *helpfully* It's a sticker.
From:
Date: 09/11/2007 21:14:16
*thinks it's fancier than the one she lives in, liek whoa*
*kneels in front of some paintings you did (e.g. splotchy blobs and big strokes on poster paper)*
*sees your offering with some surprise* *puts hand on her chest* For me? :) *is really really touched* *takes it and puts it on the front of her bag* *presses on it a bunch of times just to make sure it's really stuck on* That's nice, Celeborn.
*after genuinely thinking about this for a second* You know when ever you want to come visit the trees you could come visit me. I like visitors. Who like trees and haven't turned into BIG MEANIES.
*takes another sticker* *sticks out his tongue in concentration as he places it carefully in exactly the same spot on his own tiny backpack*
you could come visit me
*♥!* *his eyes widening* Could I really? I have to ask mah Grampa but okay.
*walks over to a bookshelf and removes a [much too] thick book* *opens it up and removes a sheet of paper covered in more blobby paint from its sekrit hiding place (i.e. the hollow in the book—what will they think of next?!)* *unfolds the paper and hands it to you after only a moment's hesitation* Dis is da map for to get here. So you can find it again.
From:
Date: 09/11/2007 21:34:03
*nods* Uh-huh? :)
*patiently takes the map from you and looks it over* (*tries not to burst into giggles over how earnest you are about showing it yet how much she doesn't need it*)
*grins* Thanks Celeborn. I'll remember for sure. *totally will*
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