Chat log: Sibling comfort
*So Galadriel left Celebrimbor, and now she's disturbed, so she goes to find little brother darling.*
*exists! less bouncy than normal but not exactly an angstbag* *hanging out near a window*
*softly walks in, taps lightly on the door.* Angi?
*have we been listening to the typists, Gallie?* *turns, smiles at the voice* Come in.
*has a lazy typist* *comes in.* Thoughtful, aye? *soft and gentle*
Well, yes. *wrysmile* First time for everything, right?
It's never to late to contemplate. What occupies your mind, brother?
Only what you said earlier. *makes a small gesture -- had rather Not Talk About That right this second*
What did you want?
*understands the gesture, will follow up That later* only to talk a little, if you don't mind.
When have I minded talking? Come, sit.
Angrod sets mode: +o LadyLurksalot
*sits, thoughtful as well.* I just left Celebrimbor.
*flops on a chaise-longue opposite, because we like chaises-longues, okay?* And?
*very thoughtful* it went as well as can be expected.
How is to be expected? I know he's not well, but I don't know why-- more things I missed, you see.
*sighs* yes, more things to tell you about. *she holds out the hand on which she bears Nenya*
*takes her hand, examines the ring* This is beautiful--. *looks at her, inviting elaboration*
He made it. It is Nenya, the ring of Water.
He /did/ get the skill, didn't he? This has power of its own.
He made it with all his skills, and alone. It was untouched by the Dark Lord.
...Is this some unique property? I mean, does he usually touch them?
Sauron came to Eregion in the shape of the Lord of Gifts, Annatar. He seduced Celebrimbor and
most of the smiths.
... *have some profanity in Quenya, with apologies to the baby sister's ears*
*baby sister thinks the same, only in more polite terms.* *she waits for him to be ready to hear the
rest*
*he doesn't know there /is/ a rest, yet, that alone seems like enough to explain Cele's evident crazy*
*but does shut up*
*which is about what she was waiting for* Under his influence, Eregion flourished for a while, and
he and Celebrimbor worked together, to forge the rings of power.
*shakes his head at all this* But not these?
Not these. These, he forged alone, as Sauron himself worged the One Ring in secret.
The One Ring. *flat* I'm guessing that's about as bad as it sounds?
*are you ready for this?* One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
*gets a headache? XD* ...I'll take that as a yes.
*a wan smile* there were more than four rings, in total. Nine for the Edain, and Seven for the Kasári.
But Sauron put on his ring, and the Elves knew his treachery.
*mmph* I see. I'd be upset too, if I were Tyelpinquar.
*very sadly* Elrond and I both had foreseen his fall, but he would not listen.
*watch Angy be surprised. not* *nods* Stubborn. *it's neutral! at one time, might have been fond. Later,
vindictive*
Sauron saught him, and he had time to transmit the rings, before he was captured. *very sad.*
*this story is depressing, sis* *takes her hand again, the one with the ring, and squeezes
reassuringly*
*you have no idea, bro.* *she squeezes back, takes a breath* I feel responsible, partly. *admitted
under her breath*
*softly enough* How so?
*softer yet* there was hatred in my heart, for the sons of Feanor, after the Kinslaying. I allowed it to
spread to his grandson, then.
*thoughtfully* There has certainly been too much hate among us. *but focus* Do you think things
would have been different otherwise>
*yes, too much, and it was so unfair and irrational. She knows deep down she cared about him*
Mayhap. I kept a distance which might have enabled the Dark Lord to convince him more easily. But perhaps
not. We will never know, now.
*hey wait, when did /Sauron/ become the Dark Lord?* No, we won't. *tired sigh* But I'm sorry that this
happened to Tyelvo. *probably babysat that kid*
As I am. *siiiiigh* You know where the irony lies?
Where?
That I would come here, having had a thousand years to understand the errors of my own
destestation, and to find Tyelvo maddened by this, so many years too late.
*grimaces* I'm sorry. Perhaps he can find healing, here. Maybe you can help.
*sullenly* I would, if he were to let me, but I don't think he will allow me near him again.
So that's how it went. *headtilt* Don't give up, little sister, that's not like you. Give it time.
*a wan smile* we have plenty of that, do we not?
I'm assuming we do. /I/ certainly have nothing to do now, though I suppose it's different for you.
*head tilt of her own* why would you have such a supposition?
*shrug* You have a life to live, somewhere. I'm a bit past that.
*eyebrow* you expect to leave you so soon?
*smiles* Oh, well, when you put it like that.
Lindórinand is at peace, and Teleporno is as good a rule as I can be. Celebrian is wed, and wed well. There is time for me to return, ere the troubles start. *smiles* I missed you.
(*ruler, even)
*ha, Teleporno* *grins* I missed you too, but it's, really, only been about three weeks for me. I think you win.
By a rather long shot. *grins back, but there's some old pain in her smile*
*leans forward, kisses her temple* Sorry. I'll really try not to do it again, promise.
*is rather determined not to see her brothers die again, thankyouverymuch* *closes her eyes* I will hold you to it.
*unfortunately, typists may disagree, and we had the most awesome thought about ghost!Angy earlier. So.* You do that.
*that suggests we are going to have yet a very distressed Galie on our hands* I will.
*too much reading of old dead!Finrod threads. :D We had distressed!Angrod then, which is amazing* *and, is just going to snuggle his sister for a while, because they could both use it*