Log: Celegorm talks /sense/ what?
*pacing around the main room, looking out the windows thoughtfully*
*can walk just fine, but it's rather hard going down stairs mostly without the use of one arm. hence, probably, the scowling. that and it hurts.*
*looks up, startled, and rushes toward him to help, concerned* Uncle? Are you alright? What happened?
*blink. oh great* *quickly* Nothing, I'm fine.
*disbelieving scowl* Your arm certainly doesn't look fine.
*it's just a flesh wound!* *pause* Galadriel took care of it. *:|*
*is kind of surprised considering how much she hates their family* How'd it happen?
Killing wolves. *Tyelko says he was better before she decided to do that. and still doesn't know what to make of that odd conversation he remembers having.*
...Wolves. *frown, ordinary wolves wouldn't need hunted and Tyelko could have handled those...but other explinations are just ridiculous. Right?*
Yes, wolves. *frowning* Be careful.
How did wolves do this? *still wanting to assume that they're normal wolves*
...*gives him a slightly frowny look, considering* The Gorthaur.
*goes into one of those lengthy furious Feanorian rants* *but a quiet one*
....Celebrimbor?
*is moodswingy whee* *tenser than he'd seem to have a reason for, but these are /Sauron's/ wolves* *mutters* Yes?
You looked like you were thinking about something.
Oh. *fidgety and not meeting his eyes, being evasive and badly at that*
*takes a few steps over to him and takes his shoulder with the more functional arm* What is it?
*headshake, twitches away from the touch* It's nothing.
*lets him go, hurts to do that anyway* Mmm.
*staring out the window* Were they alone? Or were they...ordered?
They were alone.
*nods, some of the tension easing a bit*
*goes over to stand just behind him* Ordered by whom? *because Cele didn't have this reaction to Morgoth, did he?*
Who always orders them.
*wants to ask if there is something he should know. just lets it pass.* Ah.
*may've gotten somewhere if he pressed* *just shrugs awkwardly*
....*gaaah.* Celebrimbor. Is there something I should know?
*another shrug* There's...a lot that happened after everyone was gone. That's all.
Something that's bothering you now.
*slight nod*
What is it?
*uncomfortable fidget* Almost everyone was gone. He wasn't. He..was a master of illusions.
*listening noise*
*folding in on himself a bit* *would be almost inaudible were they not Elves, and probably wouldn't be said at all to most other people* I didn't know it was him.
*keeping his voice quiet as well* If he didn't want you to, you wouldn't have.
*nods, knows this but it helps (a little) to hear*
*is /mad/ don't mistake the calm for not, because that's just /so not on/*
*is an emoboy* Sorry.
For what? There's nothing /you/ have to apologize for. *maybe growly a little.*
*almost argues but keeps his mouth shut and just hunches his shoulders a little further*
Who told you otherwise?
*headshake, no one did (well, Galadriel might've who knows), no one needed to*
....*what is this with his family and their self-loathing! seriously. scowls more* I hope you're not blaming yourself.
Who else is there to blame? It was my fault, /I helped him/. *flinches and falls silent again*
Because he lied to you. You said it yourself. You didn't know it was him.
I should have. I should have known.
How were you supposed to? A master of illusions. Maiar. *sort of.* And a deceiver by nature.
*small shudder* I don't know. But I should have known.
No, *flatly* you shouldn't have. That's the stupidest thing I've heard in a while. *and that's saying something! He listens to himself all the time!*
*startled out of the emo, just stares at him a moment in surprise*
What? Why are you expecting yourself to /see through/ a disguise woven by a master of lies far more powerful than you? *snarly, a bit. pacing is hard with one arm, though. effectively.*
*a Feanorian, talking sense? It's enough to actually shock Cele into actually listening* ...Because... *well, he can't say 'I was /sleeping/ with him' to his uncle so looks for something else* ...Over such a long time...
*well /yeah/, don't expect it to happen again* I'm sure it's no effort for him to maintain a disguise as long as he wants.
*slow nod, but unconvinced*
So /why/ are /you/ expecting to see through it?
*stop inflicting logic on my emo!* *can't really come up with an answer for that*
*it never happens! enjoy it while you can! sense from this elf is like...well.* There you go. *firmly*
*is still a little stunned and confused but can't figure out a way to refute that rationally* *slight, hesitant nod maybe*
If you want someone to blame, it seems obvious to /me/. *still pissy*
*another small nod; quietly* ...Thanks.
*blink-- now he's surprised.* ----You're welcome.
*not really sure he believes it but, it helps a little*
*can walk just fine, but it's rather hard going down stairs mostly without the use of one arm. hence, probably, the scowling. that and it hurts.*
*looks up, startled, and rushes toward him to help, concerned* Uncle? Are you alright? What happened?
*blink. oh great* *quickly* Nothing, I'm fine.
*disbelieving scowl* Your arm certainly doesn't look fine.
*it's just a flesh wound!* *pause* Galadriel took care of it. *:|*
*is kind of surprised considering how much she hates their family* How'd it happen?
Killing wolves. *Tyelko says he was better before she decided to do that. and still doesn't know what to make of that odd conversation he remembers having.*
...Wolves. *frown, ordinary wolves wouldn't need hunted and Tyelko could have handled those...but other explinations are just ridiculous. Right?*
Yes, wolves. *frowning* Be careful.
How did wolves do this? *still wanting to assume that they're normal wolves*
...*gives him a slightly frowny look, considering* The Gorthaur.
*goes into one of those lengthy furious Feanorian rants* *but a quiet one*
....Celebrimbor?
*is moodswingy whee* *tenser than he'd seem to have a reason for, but these are /Sauron's/ wolves* *mutters* Yes?
You looked like you were thinking about something.
Oh. *fidgety and not meeting his eyes, being evasive and badly at that*
*takes a few steps over to him and takes his shoulder with the more functional arm* What is it?
*headshake, twitches away from the touch* It's nothing.
*lets him go, hurts to do that anyway* Mmm.
*staring out the window* Were they alone? Or were they...ordered?
They were alone.
*nods, some of the tension easing a bit*
*goes over to stand just behind him* Ordered by whom? *because Cele didn't have this reaction to Morgoth, did he?*
Who always orders them.
*wants to ask if there is something he should know. just lets it pass.* Ah.
*may've gotten somewhere if he pressed* *just shrugs awkwardly*
....*gaaah.* Celebrimbor. Is there something I should know?
*another shrug* There's...a lot that happened after everyone was gone. That's all.
Something that's bothering you now.
*slight nod*
What is it?
*uncomfortable fidget* Almost everyone was gone. He wasn't. He..was a master of illusions.
*listening noise*
*folding in on himself a bit* *would be almost inaudible were they not Elves, and probably wouldn't be said at all to most other people* I didn't know it was him.
*keeping his voice quiet as well* If he didn't want you to, you wouldn't have.
*nods, knows this but it helps (a little) to hear*
*is /mad/ don't mistake the calm for not, because that's just /so not on/*
*is an emoboy* Sorry.
For what? There's nothing /you/ have to apologize for. *maybe growly a little.*
*almost argues but keeps his mouth shut and just hunches his shoulders a little further*
Who told you otherwise?
*headshake, no one did (well, Galadriel might've who knows), no one needed to*
....*what is this with his family and their self-loathing! seriously. scowls more* I hope you're not blaming yourself.
Who else is there to blame? It was my fault, /I helped him/. *flinches and falls silent again*
Because he lied to you. You said it yourself. You didn't know it was him.
I should have. I should have known.
How were you supposed to? A master of illusions. Maiar. *sort of.* And a deceiver by nature.
*small shudder* I don't know. But I should have known.
No, *flatly* you shouldn't have. That's the stupidest thing I've heard in a while. *and that's saying something! He listens to himself all the time!*
*startled out of the emo, just stares at him a moment in surprise*
What? Why are you expecting yourself to /see through/ a disguise woven by a master of lies far more powerful than you? *snarly, a bit. pacing is hard with one arm, though. effectively.*
*a Feanorian, talking sense? It's enough to actually shock Cele into actually listening* ...Because... *well, he can't say 'I was /sleeping/ with him' to his uncle so looks for something else* ...Over such a long time...
*well /yeah/, don't expect it to happen again* I'm sure it's no effort for him to maintain a disguise as long as he wants.
*slow nod, but unconvinced*
So /why/ are /you/ expecting to see through it?
*stop inflicting logic on my emo!* *can't really come up with an answer for that*
*it never happens! enjoy it while you can! sense from this elf is like...well.* There you go. *firmly*
*is still a little stunned and confused but can't figure out a way to refute that rationally* *slight, hesitant nod maybe*
If you want someone to blame, it seems obvious to /me/. *still pissy*
*another small nod; quietly* ...Thanks.
*blink-- now he's surprised.* ----You're welcome.
*not really sure he believes it but, it helps a little*