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Artamir: -heads for the kitchen for food-
Luthien: *sits in the kitchens, in an out of the way corner, embroidering a horse with silver threads onto a white baby gown*
Artamir: -notices Luthien in the corner and his eyes widen, grabs a fruit and sits at another table-
Luthien: *pauses in her sewing for a moment to lean over and check on Niphredil, who is playing in a large basket with the little gray cygnet*
Artamir: -can't help himself, he must introduce himself to her. walks over to her, bowing as far as he can- I am sorry to bother you, my lady, but I couldn't help noticing who you are... My name is Artamir, son of Ondoher.
Luthien: *looking up and setting the embroidery in her lap* Hello, Artamir. I don't believe I've seen you around here before. I am Lúthien Tinúviel Deorbridd. Please, take a seat.
Artamir: -nods politely, sits down- Thank you, my lady. I do know who you are. No one could mistake your beauty. -smiles- I have recently come back here. That might be why you have not seen me. Mostly, I stay close to my sister around the Quarters right now.
Luthien: *grins at the compliment* Who is your sister, son of Ondoher? That name sounds familiar to me.
Artamir: Her name is Firiel. She has been here a while longer than I have, you may know her. -polite smile-
Luthien: Ah yes, the lady Firiel. I am in her debt, you know. She saved my little one *indicating Niphredil in the basket* and I doubt that there is a way I could ever properly repay her.
Artamir: -looks down at the baby and smiles- She is beautiful. I'm sure just being able to help you was enough for her.
Luthien: Well, I wish that there was something that I could do to recompensate her. She went through much for me, and I do not take that lightly.
Artamir: -nods slightly- I understand. But the life of your child is more important to her than her own. -changing the subject, smiles- How did you happen in Gondor, my lady?
Luthien: Well, I've lived here for over a year now, I suppose. Before that I stayed in Lindon, Rohan, the Shire... Mandos... Many places. But I live here now with my husband.
Artamir: Ah. I did not know he was here. -pauses- Of course he would be here. Cannot leave Lady Luthien alone, now. -smiles-
Luthien: Well of course he's here, dear. Though at the moment, he's out hunting that werewolf that's been killing our people.
Artamir: There is a werewolf killing the people? -eyes widen- I should go help look for it... -has to make an effort to stand up without wincing...too much-
Luthien: *looks concerned* No no, sit down. You look hurt, yourself. Éomer can take care of himself, and he has Huan with him. The two of them won't fail in finding this foe. Now, what have you done to get yourself in this state?
Artamir: Eomer? ...Nevermind. This state? Oh, well, I was in a little quarrel last night... we scruffed each other up a bit...
Luthien: *eying him* Éomer is my husband. If you've recieved any news otherwise, you've been missinformed. *sighing* You say you were in a fight? With whom?
Artamir: With Gorlim, son of Angrim, my lady. We had a difference of opinions, and ended like this....
Luthien: *frowning* I'm afraid that I cannot condone fighting in these halls, Artamir. Gorlim is my friend, and a friend of Gondor. I won't ask what differing opinions you decided were worthy cause to fight like this over, but please, don't let me hear about it again. In these Quarters, we are allies. Save your strength to fight the enemies of Gondor.
Artamir: -nods sheepishly- I'm sorry, my lady. I did not mean for events to turn as they did. I assure you, it will not happen again.
Luthien: I am not the one that you need to apologize too, for I am not the one that you had the quarrel with.
Artamir: I was trying to protect my sister, my lady. I cannot apologize to him.
Luthien: *curiously* Protect her from Gorlim? What for? The last I heard, they were the best of friends.
Artamir: Did you not hear what happened between the two of them before her wedding?
Luthien: I'm afraid I did not, I've been attending to other maters for several days now.
Artamir: I do not know if anyone else does know about.. perhaps only the people she'd told... I trust you would not tell others. -sighs- Gorlim asked Firiel to marry her, and she accepted. She thought about it, then refused him and talked to Frealaf. After which they got married. I hold Gorlim accountable for her lack of judgement at that moment.
Luthien: *raising an eyebrow* I'm sure he meant no harm. Are you certain there was no missunderstanding?
Artamir: I am certain of what Firiel told me, and I believe her. It was a rather complicated mess, but now everything has been cleared up... But I would feel more comfortable if Gorlim would leave her alone from now on.
Luthien: I believe, sir, that it should be for her alone to decide what she will do with her own affairs. I am sure that you have heard that in times past, meddling relatives have wrought much grief by deeming themselves worthy to interfere in the lives of those that they love, no matter how good their intentions are.
Artamir: My lady, I am trying to keep her away from a man that almost ruined her relationship with the man she loves.
Luthien: Sir, I can understand your feelings, honestly. But you need to understand that she did what her heart led her to do. And she did marry the man that she loves, so in the long run, what harm has been done?
Artamir: What might happen in the future, though? If he keeps around her?
Luthien: I am not a seer that I could tell you such things. It may be for good or for ill.
Artamir: -sighs, hangs his head- You are right. I shall speak to her, and see what she wants, though. Thank you for the advice, my lady.
Luthien: I am glad to help.
Artamir: -nods, smiles- If it is not rude to ask, when is the babe due, my lady?
Luthien: It should come in mid-February, but maybe sooner. Things don't always go as planned.
Artamir: -nods- I wish you luck with that.
Luthien: It's a strong child already, 'made of leather' as Éomer puts it. *grin*
Artamir: -smiles- That is a good quality for the child. I hope it will be as well-learned as you are, my lady, and as strong as it's father.
Luthien: Hopefully not as reckless as the two of us, certainly. But we'll see.
Artamir: -laughs- Of course. I'm sure it will be perfect.