and somewhere he existed even before the mandos form!

May 29, 2004 04:41

and even my mun has been talking a lot today.

Thengel: *shuffles feet and hides in the corner*

Thengel's Mun: Thengel either needs a) a therapist or b) a lover. *ruffles his hair*

Gilraen: *eyes him*

Thengel: *being eyed. shuffle*

Thengel's Mun: Are we eyeing for a reason, folks?

Gilraen: He's pretty and you said he needed a lover.

Thengel's Mun: You can have him if you can get him to talk. <3

Gilraen: *scoots next to him*

Thengel: *blinks*

Gilraen: *fusses with his hair* Hello. You look terrible. Has anyone fed you?

Thengel: *shakes his head slowly*



Gilraen: *tsk* Heavens. Come on, let's fix that right off. *takes his arm and gently guides him to stand and follow her to where she sets him at a table and fixes a plate of fruit and cheese and bread for him* There, now, you eat that.

Thengel: *quietly nibbles, watching her nervously*

Gilraen: *sits beside him* Don't be frightened, sweetheart, it's all right now.

Thengel: *eyeshift*

Gilraen: *brushes his hair out* Go on, finish that fruit, dear, it'll do you good.

Thengel: *chews, keeps watching warily*

Gilraen: *keeps brushing his hair and rubs his back* Feeling any better?

Thengel: *nods*

Thengel's Mun: ... he's difficult.

Gilraen: He's doing just FINE.

Gilraen: Would you like a bath, sweetie?

Thengel: *thinks for a moment* ... *looks at his muddy hands and wipes dirt off from under his eyes and nods*

Gilraen: Okay. *gets up and fetches him a glass of milk* You drink that nice and slow, dear, while I get the water ready for you. *goes to fetch hot water to fill tub beside fire*

Thengel: *simply obeys her, drinking and watching all of the watchers with a half-horrified look in his eyes*

Gilraen: *shoos everyone else away once the tub is filled* You done with that milk yet?

Thengel: *swallows the last bit and half-smiles at her*

Gilraen: Good. Come on, now. *helps him up and out of his clothes, then eases him down into the warm water* That too hot for you?

Thengel: *headshake, not even embarrassed, just comfortable*

Gilraen: Okay. *sits him down, rolls up her sleeves, and starts washing him off with a rough sponge -- just scratchy enough to be pleasant, particularly with the cucumber-scented soap*

Thengel: *continues with the weak smile*

Gilraen: Close your eyes, sweetie. *soaps his hair*

Thengel: *obeys*

Thengel's Mun: come on, Then. You have to talk eventually. Silly thing.

Gilraen: *scrubs his hair, thoroughly massaging his skull, then rinses it out with handfulls of water*

Gilraen: *tsks at the mun* Let him go at his own pace.

Thengel's Mun: I'm a bad mun to him. Not patient enough. But I love him too much.

Gilraen: *continues washing him, massaging him at the same time* Don't you mind her, darling.

Thengel: *headshake*

Gilraen: *lifts his feet out of the water and washes between his toes*

Thengel: *grin* ... *opens his mouth to say something and then shuts it*

Gilraen: Hmmm? *tickles the bottom of one foot*

Thengel: *laughs quietly*

Gilraen: Hey, there IS a voice behind that pouty face! I thought so! *scrubs him*

Thengel: *evidently appreciates her attention, but keeps opening his mouth and then closing it*

Gilraen: What is it, doll? If you have something to say, you go right on and say it. I promise I won't get mad or laugh. I'm a very good listener. *pours handfulls of warm water over his back*

Thengel: *very, /very/ quietly* ... just wanted to say thank you.

Gilraen: Aw, you're VERY welcome, sweetie. *rubs his back* And I think you have a LOVELY voice. You should use it more often if you feel like it. Some day I'd like to know why you're so quiet. You ready to get out? I've got fresh towels and a comfy sleeping-gown there by the fire, all warm.

Thengel: *smiles and nods, back to the silentness*

Gilraen: *helps him up and wraps a big towel around him, then sits him by the fire and once again brushes his hair out* I'll help you get dressed as soon as you're dry. Are you hungry or thirsty?

Thengel: 'm all right now, thank you, m'lady.

Gilraen: And there's that lovely voice again! You're QUITE welcome, dear. *rubs him with the towel*

Thengel: may I ask your name?

Gilraen: I'm Gilraen, woman of the North. And you?

Thengel: Thengel. King of Rohan sometimes.

Gilraen: *laughs, her voice like bells* Is that so! Well my son is heir to the throne of Gondor. But that is neither here nor there. Here, you are a tired man who needs some rest, and I am your hostess. *She stands and unfolds the sleeping-gown* Here you go, dear. Come on, arms up!

Thengel: *obeys again, still smiling* again, thank you, ma'am.

Gilraen: As long as you're speaking, I would appreciate if you'd find some other words to say. *dresses him*

Thengel: Other words ... All I can do is thank people and introduce myself and sing.

Gilraen: I would love to hear a song if it would please you to provide one, my lord.

Thengel: There is only one song I am very good with. A friend taught it to me. A warrior's song - I was never much of a warrior. More of a diplomat.

Thengel: *soft singing* Die Gedanken sind frei, my thoughts freely flower, Die Gedanken sind frei, my thoughts give me power, no scholar can map them, no hunter can trap them ... No man can deny, Die Gedanken sind frei ... So I think as I please, and thought gives me pleasure, my conscience decrees, this right I must treasure ... My thoughts will not cater to duke or dictator -- my thoughts freely fly, Die Gedanken sind frei! And if tyrants take me, and throw me in prison ... my thoughts will burst free like blossoms in season ... Foundations will crumble, the structure will tumble, and free men will all cry -- Die Gedanken sind frei. *nods head*

Gilraen: That's BEAUTIFUL, darling! And here you wanted to keep that lovely voice all to yourself!

Thengel: You think? I ... I'm sorry. I'll sing anytime you like. *submissive*

Gilraen: No, you'll sing any time YOU like. This is a place of rest, and of love. You're quite safe here, under my care.

Thengel: Where IS here, anyway?

Gilraen: Oh... somewhere more or less South-East of the Shire... I think.

Thengel: I ... just won't go outside. Problem solved.

Gilraen: Whatever you like, dear. Right now, you ought to go get some sleep.

Thengel: Sleep. Good plan.

*sleeps in comfy bed for the first time in a long time*
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