this could get messy (introduction)

[fallenlomion]

It's strange. Again. Just when things were getting better then he had to show up and ruin everything. Maeglin sometimes known as Lomion fought the urge to spit. They would all see, though. Tuor and Turgon and all the rest who looked askance at him for being his father's son and thought the seed of madness or evil was simply lurking waiting to

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[time_willdecide]

There's a sound approaching behind him from the direction of the woods before a voice calls. "Are you all right, lad?" When he looks there'll be a redheaded elf a short distance away, and a second behind him just at the treeline, both on horseback. Apparently the Twins were out for a ride, armed for hunting but not paying much attention to that. If they'd caught anything they must have already made use of it out in the woods.

They might look a bit familiar though neither had ever met him. Resemblence seems to run strong in the Finwean line.

[fallenlomion]

His head whips around in surprise, expression for a moment flashing something close to crazy, but a moment later it's gone and he turns to face them with a smile that's almost pleasant. It's only a little off, and we put that to uncertainty. They do - look vaguely familiar, and now he's trying to place them, though sure he'd recognize such a pair...

"Not so young as that, my lords," lookit how polite and functional he is, "Though I might ask where this is, as I seem to have sidestepped my destination somehow." Seems like it'd be difficult, you know. Big gated city thing.

[time_willdecide]

There's something in that first reaction that strikes the nearer twin as slightly off, but he doesn't remark on it. The other comes up beside him. "You have, and unfortunately we have nothing encouraging to tell you. You will likely not find your destination again. Where had you intended to go?"

[fallenlomion]

Maeglin directs his attention to the twin speaking, maintaining the pleasant expression without effort, at least for the most part. And considers whether he should - but of course, it doesn't matter anymore, does it? "To Gondolin," with a bit of a rueful smile, inviting them to share in his 'oh how funny this is' mood. "And it seems rather astonishing to manage to lose an entire stronghold so quickly."

He longs to ask how Tuor managed this. It had to be him. There's no other answer.

[time_willdecide]

"You would be surprised at how often that happens around here," the other twin says dryly. His brother nods agreeingly.

"I do not think that you will be able to find Gondolin from here," the first says. "It's rare that anyone is able to leave."

[fallenlomion]

That makes him tense a bit, in alarm. "Unable to leave?" A bit more sharply than he meant it to be, and he moderates his tone quickly. "That seems - odd, having come here..."

[time_willdecide]

They nod. "It's strange, we know. None of it really makes sense. But for now, at least, it seems that you are stuck here with the rest of us. What's your name, lad?"

[fallenlomion]

He doesn't like that. Doesn't like that at all. This is all Tuor's fault. But he does his best to keep smiling, and bows. "I ...suppose. I am Lomion, of Gondolin."