*while pulling his attention away from the screens* Sure, yeah...
you stranded too?
*blinks, actually paying attention to you* Sorry? Oh. Not really, just... *wonders if maybe he shouldn't advertise the fact that he has transportation out of here*
*gets a proper look at your looks as you turn around*
*...* *what was she saying?*
*looks down at the newspaper on her lap, which must a Delving publication, or else they wouldn't be saying:* Himlad's attacked Delving, and they're fighting back? I don't know. Or Lord Thingol attacked and Findekáno's fighting back? That has to be it, I mean he would have said something about making war, he doesn't like to anyhow... *hands you the paper*
*flips inside for the feature articles and the full photo spread* *comes over a little panicky as he scans the text*
Chief of Marchwardens declares state of emergency as evacuation operations move ahead at full speed. Recovery and treatment of casualties diverted to safe areas.
*watches your expression as you read, quietly fascinated distracted*
*a little glumly* They've closed all the borders, and I don't even know what Himlad's like. The paper said they were all okay but do you think it's bad? It's probably bad?
*only half-registers your response as he's internalizing most of his reactions at the moment*
do you think it's bad?
*wonders why you think he'd know?* :?
Hard to say. People come out fighting, situations like these. You'd rather over-react than let something slip by, y'know? *is well versed in Noldorin paranoia by now*
*thinks you look fairly settled on your little concrete perch* Did you leave someone behind?
*absently toys with the strap on one of her shoes*
Kind of? No. Well, yes, but I was trying to get there. See my sons and daughters and husband I suppose he's still my husband did we get a divorce or does rehousing solve that kind of thing I guess we never figured that part out, except they're all up in the palace.
*gets to her feet* They said Hithlum was still standing and everything, but... *re-orients* No, no, I'm sure 'káno has it under control, he's much better at diplomacy than his father ever was, but Turgie's happier all tucked away and if this gets all the way to Gondolin my goodness.
*takes it with some embarassment and blows her nose* Thanks. Sorry.
*imagines you as an interesting rugged sort of gentleman* His expression was a mask, carefully concealing the trauma of the events that had led him down this road, but as he stood before her, offering the token, the sun caught a glimmer in his eyes that made her think of---
that side of things
Yeah, that's my family, anyway. *pause* Should I maybe not be saying that out loud here? :s
*gives you her hand politely, crooking a knee in a half-attempted curtsey* My name's Anairë.
*shakes your hand* Celebrimbor. *has worked out a few things in his head by this point hasn't had ample time to think on his family tree, ohhh no* You know, I think we're related?
*folds up the hanky* *just knows you're enough of a gentleman not to ask for it back, that's how it's done and all* :]
related
Maybe, I suppose I never did ask for the divorce or anythin-- *reaches back for some sparkles of memory* Oh. Oh right, right. One of Kurufinwë's...? No but you're the grandson.
*naïvely* You weren't in Delving, were you? I thought that was oh so dangerous for the Fëanorians. The tyrant's laws were no match for the ruffian's bold determination, borders were no obstacle as he moved bravely in search of the one true--
*offers something of her own experiences to reciprocate for the faux-pas* I was in Vinyamar for the summer, the beach is inspiring really nice. But I was on my way up to pacify my husband? see my kids when this happened so. :(
Sure. If you want to, I could take you if you want. I'm just not so good with the standing still. :\ *was all set for a road trip anyway*
*stands there and thinks this through* We're outside the main checkpoints. I should have enough gas to get at least to the mountains. I know the back ways pretty good.
*thinks about the monumentally terrifying and very likely thrilling prospect of embarking on a cross-country drive through neutral-zone territory into the thick of the battle where her family waits for her safe arrival and they escape the net of Sindarin forces closing in the borders and narrowly miss the---*
*shuts your door* *doesn't waste anytime starting the engine*
*can't imagine what help you imagine he needs?*
*puts his arm over the back of the seat as he reverses out of the lot* I don't know. *thinks about Haleth* How excited would he be to send a message to Delving?