Part I of Melisande Gets a Ring
*passing through the main room perhaps, still in the good mood he's had since the mistletoe and Pan*
*is sitting downstairs and sewing, thinking - looks up and well hello there.* Good day. *smile*
*polite nod and a smile* Good day.
You have a remarkable resemblance to a...friend of mine. *polite as well. aand he's pretty, too*
Probably one of my uncles, then. What is his name?
Caranthir? *smile a bit more. /likes/ that one*
My uncle. *smiles too* You must be the lady he told me of. Melisande?
*stands and curtseys* Yes. Melisande Shahrizai. It is a pleasure to meet you. *pause* Your uncle? He looks barely older than you do.
Our appearances change little, once we are grown. *smiles and bows in return* My name is Celebrimbor.
*files that away* So I see. *and you're all pretty, too, apparently. hmm.* --then I am doubly pleased. He has spoken of you.
Not so much about you. I'm afraid. *though he hadn't really been pursuing information with his connection to Pan* How did you meet my uncle?
By chance. He was...wounded...and I had the materials to stitch him back together. *in exchange for a lot of information about your family*
Thank you for helping him, then.
You are welcome. Truthfully, I'm glad that I did. *pause* Sit down, please. Would you like anything?
*smiles and shakes his head* No, thank you. *sits* I have heard that you and he have become...close.
That's true. *affectionate smile. possessive, really, but*
I'm glad for you both, then. *not entirely certain of that really, but. politeness*
*awww, is totally a good person who wants what is best for Cara :D* Thank you. *still examining him curiously, and surreptitiously* *slight headtilt* Your ring - it's beautiful. I've seen nothing like it.
--Oh, thank you. *smiles* A skill learned from my father and grandfather.
You made it? *eyebrows* Then you are a craftsman indeed.
I did. It comes from thousands of years of practice. *the star sapphire in it glows with a light from within the stone, distinctive from the light reflected from the surface*
*looks at the sapphire* The...jewel glows in a curious way. *headtilt*
As I said, skill learned from my Grandfather.
What kind of skill? I'm afraid I know very little about metalworking, but that doesn't seem usual to me...
It is difficult, it took thousands of years for me to perfect. *not really wanting to tell her too much about it*
I suppose that explains why I've never seen anything like it. But the glow...may I? *offers a refined hand, wanting to look at it more closely*
Few enough of the Eldar could achieve such things, let alone the Edain. *hesitates, but extends the hand wearing the ring rather than taking it off*
*examines it, curiously, noting the design* Do you often...make such things? Smithing is your craft?
*twisting viney trees holding up the star sapphire, it's based vaguely on the Doors of Durin* It is. It's what I have done all my life.
It's beautiful. *wants to know about that /glow/* I admire your skill.
Thank you. *takes his hand back, not volunteering any info about the magic in it*
Is there...magic, in it? *innocently curious!*
You could call it that. A little, yes.
Oh! What kind? I'd never heard of magic before coming here, but it seems to commonplace to everyone else... *is totally not mining you for information, just making conversation. :D*
It's not exactly commonplace. Items like this are rare.
Really? It seems everyone is talking about some kind of magic...I suppose this must be special, different.
I think that nearly any time someone mentions magic it's a different kind of magic. *yeah, it kinda is*
And what about this one? Is it - locked in the jewel, somehow, or in the ring itself, or...? *childlike curiosity. yep.*
...Mostly in the jewel.
I didn't know that was even possible. What kind of magic, does it protect you from attack? I've heard of amulets like that, but...
Not so direct as that, but it is meant to protect and preserve.
Preserve? Are all magic rings for the same purpose?
No, not all of them. But the best of them are.
The best? What do you mean, the strongest, or...?
Some of the strongest, I suppose, but the best, I think, to have.
Surely useful, at least.
Yes.
*looks thoughtful* Your world must be dangerous, to make such things necessary.
It was, yes.
Was? *eyebrow* It has been made safe?
Well, less dangerous than it was, perhaps. But I was not there to see it.
Oh - my apologies.
*waves it off* Don't worry about it.
I'm afraid I was insensitive.
No, it's fine.
If you're certain.
*just nods*
*stands* I am quite pleased to meet you, but I'm afraid I must beg leave to go...
*stands as well* It was a pleasure meeting you.
And you. *curtseys and turns to go looking for her boytoy*
*is totally looking for her boytoy, yep, and thoughtful and curious and beginning to think of things*
*so, is rather pissed off and fuming, and in his room, yes.*
*comes by and knocks, lightly*
*snarls at the door* /What/?
*startled* It's me...if it's a bad time?
*sigh* Sorry. I thought it was my brother. *tries the door, is he still locked in?*
*oh, probably. brother doesn't take chances* ...I take it you're irritated with him.
*a curse* just a bit, pretty eyes. He locked me in.
*pause* Oh. Well. *hmm.* A moment. *removes her hairpin and it'll be pretty easy for her to get it open. Mel has all sorts of interesting skills.*
*indeed she does* I guess I could break out. *is pondering breaking the door, yes.*
No, I've got it. *opens it*
*he gives her a sort of lopsided smile, when he sees her.* Well then. Welcome to my room.
*smile, sort of* Why were you locked in, exactly? *goes over to him*
*sits on the bed, face in his hand, he probably has more fault marks than before, if at all possible* Because I'm a monster.
We talked about this before. *sits next to him and takes a hand* You're not a monster. You're a fierce man with a temper. It's not the same. *soothing. and I'm going to use that temper.*
*gritteeth* I hate that bard.
*massages his shoulders, yes* Mmm?
I told him not to come back. He did. *spits out a curse* So I was going to kill him off.
And? *soothing noise*
My stupid sentimental brother stopped me. *growled*
Mmm. Why would he do that? Insults to one's family are a grave thing...
I think he wants to atone. I agree - but Daeron - he's dangerous. He'll drive my brothers crazy. Can't have that.
*too late!* Mmm. *kisses his neck* Then it sounds to me like you were in the right...I spoke to your nephew today.
*nnngh* To Celebrimbor? *a bit of a smile* He's a good kid.
*smile* He seems barely younger than you.
He is. I am not the oldest amongst my siblings. *smugly, yes*
He is, or isn't barely younger than you? *amused at him, a little*
Barely younger. *even by elven standards*
*bit of a smile* You're young, aren't you? *and handsome hee.*
It's a matter of point of view. For your world, I am millenia old. But I lived a short life, for one of my kind.
*kiss his cheek, possesively, almost* You seem very young to me. *virile, certainly :D* I didn't know your nephew was a smith. He's quite a craftsman.
The best, since our father. *proudly, yes!*
*is not digging for information from you, either!* What kinds of things does he make? He was wearing a lovely ring...
Jewelry his specialty. *a grin* But he would make weapons as well. Did you not know the Noldorin where a people of the craft?
No, I did not. *a headtilt* It seemed...remarkable, even beyond beauty.
Of course it was. My nephew does not do heedless works as the Edain. Our father himself crafter magic items of great potency. *oh god typist is facepalming*
*noise of impressed* Truthfully? Such as what?
The Silmarils, which held the lights of Telperion and Celeborn. The Dark Lord himself bled the world to keep them in his hold.
What became of them? *dazzled, doesn't even have to pretend to that*(
They were lost. *darkly*
*aww, dangit* Oh. *pause* Are there many such...magic things, in your world?
*doesn't know about the Three Rings persay, but* Of course. Celebrimbor can make some. *innocently, yes*
I'd never heard of magic in such form before coming here...they are magic, yes?
Yes, they are. *proudly still*
Oooh. *yes, really* What kind of magic? *curious! innocently! yeah rly*
It really depends. I wouldn't know - it wasn't my thing. Curufinwe, his father - he knew better, and Celebrimbor himself... *wait* Didn't you ask him?
He said some were defensive. The best. *smile* It's truly marvellous to me, to imagine something so powerful, in such a small thing...and so beautiful.
It is. *quietly*
*leans against him, another kiss* *wistfully* I wish I could make such things.
It takes millenia to learn - but I guess I could... find something for you. *gently, soothing. Innocently, even.*
*looks up at him* Really? *so sweetly*
*Caresses her cheek* would it please you?
It would please me very much. I would love to have one of my own... *all cuddled up next to him and adorable, yes. :D*
*holds her close, kind of melting* And would you... *love me*...
Hmmm? *cuuuddles, this is so much /fun/ and almost shamefully easy*
Would you... be grateful?
I would be /infinitely/ grateful. *voice promising more, really, leans up and kisses just below his ear*
*nnnnnngh, you woman* Would you?
I would. *purrrrred against his skin*
*head spinning here* I will... see what I can do. *is totally dedicated to this*
*smiles* Mmmm. *brushes his hair back* Thank you, love. It means so much to me.
*OMGSHECALLEDMELOVE* *gruffly* you're welcome.
*kiss* Mmm. *smiling widely, yes, eyes half closed but sharp and quite clear nonetheless*
*..... kissed. And also very much whipped. And now ready to talk to Cele.*
Tell me what you learn...I do hope you can find one somewhere. It'd make me so...happy.
*is thoroughly decided to do what she wants* I... am at your service. I will speak to my nephew.
*hugs and smiles, is /exulting/ inwardly, oh yes*
*so, since his door is no longer locked, he's off to the forge, yes, to try to talk a nephew into making his girlfriend something shiny.*
*in the forge, putting a final shine in Tyelkormo's ring* *looks up and smiles when Cara comes in* Hello, Uncle.
Hello Nephew. *is not twitchy at all, of course not* How are you? *would clasp arms, but apparently, the Smith is busy*
*does set down the ring to come greet him properly, reaching to clasp his forearm* How are you? *still smiling, but noticing the twitchy*
I'm fine. *clasp arms, then* You look uncommonly cheerful.
I've been having a few good days. *and getting snogged on a regular basis and just being around Pan and yeah, it's ridiculous XD*
I'm glad of it. *and not questionning your source of happy* How's your woman? *trying to be polite, here*
She is well, thank you. *sits on his work table and absently starts polishing the ring again* I met yours, by the way.
She mentionned. *leans against a wall* She was impressed with you. *note how he's not asking what he thought of her. Because Melisande can only be adorable, right?*
Yes, she seemed so. *still not sure what he thinks of her*
*fiddles a little* She was... I suppose she didn't dare ask you.
Ask me what?
She is taken with Noldoran Craft - and I would offer her a token of my affection. If you made it for her.
I could make her a simple ring, I suppose... *saw how interested he she was in his ring though and isn't sure what she wants is ordinary*
She is my queen. I would give her something to match her rank. *isn't being arrogant, not at all. And not using Lucivar's terms, of course not. Erhem*
*pauses, carefully doesn't sigh* What do you want it to look like?
I trust your taste in design - but give her power as you make it. It will give her joy. *and I'm really not whipped, not at all.*
...That I cannot do for you, I'm sorry.
*jaw sets* Why not?
Because I know what can happen if a Ring of that type falls into the wrong hands and I will not risk that happening again.
Her hands are not the wrong hands. *is so clueless*
I will not put a Ring of Power into hands that I do not trust. I do not know her well enough. I'm sorry, but I will not do this for you.
*eyesquint* *a sigh* Will you consider it, at least?
No. If you wish only for a piece of jewelry I will make something for you, because you are my uncle and I love you. But I will not put power into it.
*sighs* Alright. Thank you. *and is going to go ruminate that, now.*
*watches him go, then returns to his chair to finish polishing up Tyelko's ring*
*which /does/ in fact have Power in it*
*so, venturing from where he's been spending all his time doing research in the library, and can actually be found around the main room*
*man, that's some research for you. And wait, an elf.*
*polite nod* Hello. *never met Cara...but he looks familiar. resemblence to Cele*
Hello. *polite nod* I .. don't think we ever met.
I don't believe we have. I am Elrond.
*ah, sounds Sindarin* Caranthir.
*if Cara's heard the story of how Cele died he probably heard of the Three, and Elrond, and while he doesn't flaunt the blue stone on his hand, it's there* ...Ah. *immediately recognizes the name, of course* I thought you looked familiar, I know Celebrimbor.
*a nod* My nephew. *He heard the story of Sauron's betrayal, but not the details of the Three*
I know. Our families have a bit of a history.
Ah. *great bring it up, I'm a kinslaying bastard, blah blah blah.*
*wasn't judgemental, just, informing.*
*has unadressed guilt issues, sorry, it makes him paranoid* So. *clears throat* You've been here a long time?
Not very long, but I've been here.
Interesting that I haven't seen you around before. *ohhh, shiny object*
I've kept to myself.
*well apparently, wow look at that - and it`s blue to match Melisande`s eyes...* Have you seen many others, then?
A few. *notices where he's looking, doesn't like it.*
*stops looking because he really shouldn't be staring* Well then. *hmm greeed, I know your name.*
Have you been here long, then?
Long enough. *typist doesn't remember how long?*
*just nods*
And it's been going alright?
Well enough, yes.
*misses Celebrian though*
Well then. I'm glad to hear it. *isn't sure what to tell this guy, really*
*isn't sure what to say to Cara either*
*hello awkward* I think I was going.. that way...
*nods* I think you were. *steps aside to let him pass*
*and passes then. But the seed has been planted.*
*mua ha ha*
*mua ha ha indeed*
*is in her room, brushing her hair and humming to herself, feeling quite pleased*
*and is coming to see his not!Queen, because he's a bit frustrated in his Quest*
*not!Queen is quite available for egging on*
*knock knock knock?*
*stands, is really just wearing her nightgown and a robe* Come in.
*nnnnngh, woman!* It is I, Aenil. *quietly*
*he says that a lot, doesn't he! goes over to him* I see that. You're well?
I'm fine. *frustratedly* *is Finwean, after all!*
And yet you're frustrated... *back of her hand on his face*
*leans into it* My nephew will not obey me. *stupid careful nephew!* *but loves a nephew. Just thinks he's ridiculous.*
*slight sad face* No? Why not? *awwwww, no pretty shiny things.*
He does not trust my judgement. *Grrr, second time around, what with insisting on staying with that awful vampire*
*little stroke on his face* Will he come to his senses, do you think?
I doubt so. *just wants to protect a nephew, actually*
Oh. *sigh, turns away a little, disappointed*
*acknodon'tdothatI'llfixit!!!* my lady?
Yes, love? *siiigh. I so sad.*
*omgshecalledmelovetwicennnnnnghhhh* I... please don't be sad. I will fix it.
Truly? *turns to look at him, all hopeful!*
Truly. *decidedly*
*smiiile!* Oh, you truly are marvellous. *kisses!*
*aaaand is getting high on them and a bit crazy*
*is sitting downstairs and sewing, thinking - looks up and well hello there.* Good day. *smile*
*polite nod and a smile* Good day.
You have a remarkable resemblance to a...friend of mine. *polite as well. aand he's pretty, too*
Probably one of my uncles, then. What is his name?
Caranthir? *smile a bit more. /likes/ that one*
My uncle. *smiles too* You must be the lady he told me of. Melisande?
*stands and curtseys* Yes. Melisande Shahrizai. It is a pleasure to meet you. *pause* Your uncle? He looks barely older than you do.
Our appearances change little, once we are grown. *smiles and bows in return* My name is Celebrimbor.
*files that away* So I see. *and you're all pretty, too, apparently. hmm.* --then I am doubly pleased. He has spoken of you.
Not so much about you. I'm afraid. *though he hadn't really been pursuing information with his connection to Pan* How did you meet my uncle?
By chance. He was...wounded...and I had the materials to stitch him back together. *in exchange for a lot of information about your family*
Thank you for helping him, then.
You are welcome. Truthfully, I'm glad that I did. *pause* Sit down, please. Would you like anything?
*smiles and shakes his head* No, thank you. *sits* I have heard that you and he have become...close.
That's true. *affectionate smile. possessive, really, but*
I'm glad for you both, then. *not entirely certain of that really, but. politeness*
*awww, is totally a good person who wants what is best for Cara :D* Thank you. *still examining him curiously, and surreptitiously* *slight headtilt* Your ring - it's beautiful. I've seen nothing like it.
--Oh, thank you. *smiles* A skill learned from my father and grandfather.
You made it? *eyebrows* Then you are a craftsman indeed.
I did. It comes from thousands of years of practice. *the star sapphire in it glows with a light from within the stone, distinctive from the light reflected from the surface*
*looks at the sapphire* The...jewel glows in a curious way. *headtilt*
As I said, skill learned from my Grandfather.
What kind of skill? I'm afraid I know very little about metalworking, but that doesn't seem usual to me...
It is difficult, it took thousands of years for me to perfect. *not really wanting to tell her too much about it*
I suppose that explains why I've never seen anything like it. But the glow...may I? *offers a refined hand, wanting to look at it more closely*
Few enough of the Eldar could achieve such things, let alone the Edain. *hesitates, but extends the hand wearing the ring rather than taking it off*
*examines it, curiously, noting the design* Do you often...make such things? Smithing is your craft?
*twisting viney trees holding up the star sapphire, it's based vaguely on the Doors of Durin* It is. It's what I have done all my life.
It's beautiful. *wants to know about that /glow/* I admire your skill.
Thank you. *takes his hand back, not volunteering any info about the magic in it*
Is there...magic, in it? *innocently curious!*
You could call it that. A little, yes.
Oh! What kind? I'd never heard of magic before coming here, but it seems to commonplace to everyone else... *is totally not mining you for information, just making conversation. :D*
It's not exactly commonplace. Items like this are rare.
Really? It seems everyone is talking about some kind of magic...I suppose this must be special, different.
I think that nearly any time someone mentions magic it's a different kind of magic. *yeah, it kinda is*
And what about this one? Is it - locked in the jewel, somehow, or in the ring itself, or...? *childlike curiosity. yep.*
...Mostly in the jewel.
I didn't know that was even possible. What kind of magic, does it protect you from attack? I've heard of amulets like that, but...
Not so direct as that, but it is meant to protect and preserve.
Preserve? Are all magic rings for the same purpose?
No, not all of them. But the best of them are.
The best? What do you mean, the strongest, or...?
Some of the strongest, I suppose, but the best, I think, to have.
Surely useful, at least.
Yes.
*looks thoughtful* Your world must be dangerous, to make such things necessary.
It was, yes.
Was? *eyebrow* It has been made safe?
Well, less dangerous than it was, perhaps. But I was not there to see it.
Oh - my apologies.
*waves it off* Don't worry about it.
I'm afraid I was insensitive.
No, it's fine.
If you're certain.
*just nods*
*stands* I am quite pleased to meet you, but I'm afraid I must beg leave to go...
*stands as well* It was a pleasure meeting you.
And you. *curtseys and turns to go looking for her boytoy*
*is totally looking for her boytoy, yep, and thoughtful and curious and beginning to think of things*
*so, is rather pissed off and fuming, and in his room, yes.*
*comes by and knocks, lightly*
*snarls at the door* /What/?
*startled* It's me...if it's a bad time?
*sigh* Sorry. I thought it was my brother. *tries the door, is he still locked in?*
*oh, probably. brother doesn't take chances* ...I take it you're irritated with him.
*a curse* just a bit, pretty eyes. He locked me in.
*pause* Oh. Well. *hmm.* A moment. *removes her hairpin and it'll be pretty easy for her to get it open. Mel has all sorts of interesting skills.*
*indeed she does* I guess I could break out. *is pondering breaking the door, yes.*
No, I've got it. *opens it*
*he gives her a sort of lopsided smile, when he sees her.* Well then. Welcome to my room.
*smile, sort of* Why were you locked in, exactly? *goes over to him*
*sits on the bed, face in his hand, he probably has more fault marks than before, if at all possible* Because I'm a monster.
We talked about this before. *sits next to him and takes a hand* You're not a monster. You're a fierce man with a temper. It's not the same. *soothing. and I'm going to use that temper.*
*gritteeth* I hate that bard.
*massages his shoulders, yes* Mmm?
I told him not to come back. He did. *spits out a curse* So I was going to kill him off.
And? *soothing noise*
My stupid sentimental brother stopped me. *growled*
Mmm. Why would he do that? Insults to one's family are a grave thing...
I think he wants to atone. I agree - but Daeron - he's dangerous. He'll drive my brothers crazy. Can't have that.
*too late!* Mmm. *kisses his neck* Then it sounds to me like you were in the right...I spoke to your nephew today.
*nnngh* To Celebrimbor? *a bit of a smile* He's a good kid.
*smile* He seems barely younger than you.
He is. I am not the oldest amongst my siblings. *smugly, yes*
He is, or isn't barely younger than you? *amused at him, a little*
Barely younger. *even by elven standards*
*bit of a smile* You're young, aren't you? *and handsome hee.*
It's a matter of point of view. For your world, I am millenia old. But I lived a short life, for one of my kind.
*kiss his cheek, possesively, almost* You seem very young to me. *virile, certainly :D* I didn't know your nephew was a smith. He's quite a craftsman.
The best, since our father. *proudly, yes!*
*is not digging for information from you, either!* What kinds of things does he make? He was wearing a lovely ring...
Jewelry his specialty. *a grin* But he would make weapons as well. Did you not know the Noldorin where a people of the craft?
No, I did not. *a headtilt* It seemed...remarkable, even beyond beauty.
Of course it was. My nephew does not do heedless works as the Edain. Our father himself crafter magic items of great potency. *oh god typist is facepalming*
*noise of impressed* Truthfully? Such as what?
The Silmarils, which held the lights of Telperion and Celeborn. The Dark Lord himself bled the world to keep them in his hold.
What became of them? *dazzled, doesn't even have to pretend to that*(
They were lost. *darkly*
*aww, dangit* Oh. *pause* Are there many such...magic things, in your world?
*doesn't know about the Three Rings persay, but* Of course. Celebrimbor can make some. *innocently, yes*
I'd never heard of magic in such form before coming here...they are magic, yes?
Yes, they are. *proudly still*
Oooh. *yes, really* What kind of magic? *curious! innocently! yeah rly*
It really depends. I wouldn't know - it wasn't my thing. Curufinwe, his father - he knew better, and Celebrimbor himself... *wait* Didn't you ask him?
He said some were defensive. The best. *smile* It's truly marvellous to me, to imagine something so powerful, in such a small thing...and so beautiful.
It is. *quietly*
*leans against him, another kiss* *wistfully* I wish I could make such things.
It takes millenia to learn - but I guess I could... find something for you. *gently, soothing. Innocently, even.*
*looks up at him* Really? *so sweetly*
*Caresses her cheek* would it please you?
It would please me very much. I would love to have one of my own... *all cuddled up next to him and adorable, yes. :D*
*holds her close, kind of melting* And would you... *love me*...
Hmmm? *cuuuddles, this is so much /fun/ and almost shamefully easy*
Would you... be grateful?
I would be /infinitely/ grateful. *voice promising more, really, leans up and kisses just below his ear*
*nnnnnngh, you woman* Would you?
I would. *purrrrred against his skin*
*head spinning here* I will... see what I can do. *is totally dedicated to this*
*smiles* Mmmm. *brushes his hair back* Thank you, love. It means so much to me.
*OMGSHECALLEDMELOVE* *gruffly* you're welcome.
*kiss* Mmm. *smiling widely, yes, eyes half closed but sharp and quite clear nonetheless*
*..... kissed. And also very much whipped. And now ready to talk to Cele.*
Tell me what you learn...I do hope you can find one somewhere. It'd make me so...happy.
*is thoroughly decided to do what she wants* I... am at your service. I will speak to my nephew.
*hugs and smiles, is /exulting/ inwardly, oh yes*
*so, since his door is no longer locked, he's off to the forge, yes, to try to talk a nephew into making his girlfriend something shiny.*
*in the forge, putting a final shine in Tyelkormo's ring* *looks up and smiles when Cara comes in* Hello, Uncle.
Hello Nephew. *is not twitchy at all, of course not* How are you? *would clasp arms, but apparently, the Smith is busy*
*does set down the ring to come greet him properly, reaching to clasp his forearm* How are you? *still smiling, but noticing the twitchy*
I'm fine. *clasp arms, then* You look uncommonly cheerful.
I've been having a few good days. *and getting snogged on a regular basis and just being around Pan and yeah, it's ridiculous XD*
I'm glad of it. *and not questionning your source of happy* How's your woman? *trying to be polite, here*
She is well, thank you. *sits on his work table and absently starts polishing the ring again* I met yours, by the way.
She mentionned. *leans against a wall* She was impressed with you. *note how he's not asking what he thought of her. Because Melisande can only be adorable, right?*
Yes, she seemed so. *still not sure what he thinks of her*
*fiddles a little* She was... I suppose she didn't dare ask you.
Ask me what?
She is taken with Noldoran Craft - and I would offer her a token of my affection. If you made it for her.
I could make her a simple ring, I suppose... *saw how interested he she was in his ring though and isn't sure what she wants is ordinary*
She is my queen. I would give her something to match her rank. *isn't being arrogant, not at all. And not using Lucivar's terms, of course not. Erhem*
*pauses, carefully doesn't sigh* What do you want it to look like?
I trust your taste in design - but give her power as you make it. It will give her joy. *and I'm really not whipped, not at all.*
...That I cannot do for you, I'm sorry.
*jaw sets* Why not?
Because I know what can happen if a Ring of that type falls into the wrong hands and I will not risk that happening again.
Her hands are not the wrong hands. *is so clueless*
I will not put a Ring of Power into hands that I do not trust. I do not know her well enough. I'm sorry, but I will not do this for you.
*eyesquint* *a sigh* Will you consider it, at least?
No. If you wish only for a piece of jewelry I will make something for you, because you are my uncle and I love you. But I will not put power into it.
*sighs* Alright. Thank you. *and is going to go ruminate that, now.*
*watches him go, then returns to his chair to finish polishing up Tyelko's ring*
*which /does/ in fact have Power in it*
*so, venturing from where he's been spending all his time doing research in the library, and can actually be found around the main room*
*man, that's some research for you. And wait, an elf.*
*polite nod* Hello. *never met Cara...but he looks familiar. resemblence to Cele*
Hello. *polite nod* I .. don't think we ever met.
I don't believe we have. I am Elrond.
*ah, sounds Sindarin* Caranthir.
*if Cara's heard the story of how Cele died he probably heard of the Three, and Elrond, and while he doesn't flaunt the blue stone on his hand, it's there* ...Ah. *immediately recognizes the name, of course* I thought you looked familiar, I know Celebrimbor.
*a nod* My nephew. *He heard the story of Sauron's betrayal, but not the details of the Three*
I know. Our families have a bit of a history.
Ah. *great bring it up, I'm a kinslaying bastard, blah blah blah.*
*wasn't judgemental, just, informing.*
*has unadressed guilt issues, sorry, it makes him paranoid* So. *clears throat* You've been here a long time?
Not very long, but I've been here.
Interesting that I haven't seen you around before. *ohhh, shiny object*
I've kept to myself.
*well apparently, wow look at that - and it`s blue to match Melisande`s eyes...* Have you seen many others, then?
A few. *notices where he's looking, doesn't like it.*
*stops looking because he really shouldn't be staring* Well then. *hmm greeed, I know your name.*
Have you been here long, then?
Long enough. *typist doesn't remember how long?*
*just nods*
And it's been going alright?
Well enough, yes.
*misses Celebrian though*
Well then. I'm glad to hear it. *isn't sure what to tell this guy, really*
*isn't sure what to say to Cara either*
*hello awkward* I think I was going.. that way...
*nods* I think you were. *steps aside to let him pass*
*and passes then. But the seed has been planted.*
*mua ha ha*
*mua ha ha indeed*
*is in her room, brushing her hair and humming to herself, feeling quite pleased*
*and is coming to see his not!Queen, because he's a bit frustrated in his Quest*
*not!Queen is quite available for egging on*
*knock knock knock?*
*stands, is really just wearing her nightgown and a robe* Come in.
*nnnnngh, woman!* It is I, Aenil. *quietly*
*he says that a lot, doesn't he! goes over to him* I see that. You're well?
I'm fine. *frustratedly* *is Finwean, after all!*
And yet you're frustrated... *back of her hand on his face*
*leans into it* My nephew will not obey me. *stupid careful nephew!* *but loves a nephew. Just thinks he's ridiculous.*
*slight sad face* No? Why not? *awwwww, no pretty shiny things.*
He does not trust my judgement. *Grrr, second time around, what with insisting on staying with that awful vampire*
*little stroke on his face* Will he come to his senses, do you think?
I doubt so. *just wants to protect a nephew, actually*
Oh. *sigh, turns away a little, disappointed*
*acknodon'tdothatI'llfixit!!!* my lady?
Yes, love? *siiigh. I so sad.*
*omgshecalledmelovetwicennnnnnghhhh* I... please don't be sad. I will fix it.
Truly? *turns to look at him, all hopeful!*
Truly. *decidedly*
*smiiile!* Oh, you truly are marvellous. *kisses!*
*aaaand is getting high on them and a bit crazy*