Aunties and Uncles
Menelsul: *nibbles Gorlim's hair*
Gorlim: *JUMPS*
Menelsul: *spooks*
Gorlim: *likewise*
Menelsul: Um ...
Gorlim: O.O *stares*
Menelsul: Hi.
Gorlim: O.O *stares*
Menelsul: *tilts head* You okay?
Gorlim: *remembers to breathe*
Menelsul: *tosses mane*
Gorlim: *relaxes a bit* Erm. Sorry. I don't... react well... to things touching me when I don't expect it.
Menelsul: Oh. For a minute there I thought I'd scared you because I talk.
Gorlim: No... no... I've come to expect things like that around here...
Menelsul: *flicks tail* Hmmph. Well, sorry for scaring you.
Gorlim: Yeah. Um. Sorry about... jumping. I think horses don't like that, right? *runs a hand through his hair*
Menelsul: *almost shrugs* Dunno. Depends on the horse, I guess.
Gorlim: Right. You don't mind, I take it?
Menelsul: Not so much, but I'm not really a normal horse.
Gorlim: Ah.... *nods*
Menelsul: Are you Gorlim?
Gorlim: I am...
Menelsul: Alcawyn talks about you a lot
Gorlim: Oh! You're friends with her, then?
Menelsul: She's my person.
Gorlim: Ah! I understand. I'm her... um... uncle. Sort of.
Menelsul: *perks ears* Really? Eomer and Luthien are my aunties.
Gorlim: *quirks a brow* But they're... uh... people things.
Menelsul: *practically vibrates* But they helped me be born. Auntie Eomer pulled me out and Auntie Luthy helped my Mom. *ears droop a little* Most of my other aunties and uncles left. Even my mom did.
Gorlim: Ohhhh. I understand.
Menelsul: Do you really?
Gorlim: I think so. Eomer's Rohirrim, yes? And they have a thing with their horses. I get it.
Menelsul: He's not related to me, silly.
Gorlim: Oh, I know!
Menelsul: He just ... helped Mommy. And he got all wet. He was a she.
Gorlim: *smirks* I've heard about that, too.
Menelsul: And he was all covered in slimy stuff and there was this cranky man with a lantern and Dad was panicking.
Gorlim: Sounds like fun, actually...
Menelsul: They said I got stuck in Mom. *snorts* Of course I was stuck in Mom. She grew me. *whuffles at your clothes* You smell funny.
Gorlim: I do?
Menelsul: Like soap and flour and cookies.
Gorlim: Ahhh... complicated story.
Menelsul: Really?
Gorlim: Well... no. Not really all THAT complicated.
Menelsul: So?
Gorlim: So?
Menelsul: So why do you smell funny?
Gorlim: Ah... I was teasing Halbarad by making him sneeze with the laundry soap, so then he found out that flour makes me sneeze and got it all over the kitchen, and THEN I was babysitting and teaching the girls to effectively "borrow" cookies without getting caught.
Menelsul: *earflop* Is Halbarad the one with the funny hat and the wife from the desert?
Gorlim: *nods*
Menelsul: He's nice. He gives the horses ear rubs and cookies.
Gorlim: *smiles* He is nice. He's my bond-brother.
Menelsul: Like Auntie Eomer and Auntie Luthien are bonded?
Gorlim: Almost. It's a bit different.
Menelsul: How?
Gorlim: We're only really bonded in our sleep. I can't feel him when I'm awake unless he's asleep, or I try really really really hard.
Menelsul: *earflop* Oh.
Gorlim: Or if I'm insane.
Menelsul: *looks confused*
Gorlim: That's what Haldir told us.
Menelsul: *perks* I liked Haldir. He was nice.
Gorlim: *nods* He was...
Menelsul: *abruptly* Do you like horses?
Gorlim: I suppose so. I've never been given any cause to dislike them. *cautiously strokes his mane*
Menelsul: *leans into your touch* That's good. Do you have a horse?
Gorlim: I do, actually. He's called Montmorency.
Menelsul: What's he like?
Gorlim: He's very big.
Menelsul: How big?
Gorlim: VERY big.
Menelsul: What's he look like?
Gorlim: He's black and white spotted with furry feet.
Menelsul: I think I've seen him.
Gorlim: Probably. He lives here.
Menelsul: He's a good horse.
Gorlim: I'm glad you approve...
Gorlim: What's a bad horse?
Menelsul: Horses who are mean.
Gorlim: Oh! No, he's not mean. Not to me, at any rate.
Menelsul: My dad is cranky, but he's not mean.
Gorlim: Mmmm. *scratches the horse's ears*
Menelsul: *leans into the rub*
Gorlim: *scratchscratchscratch*
Menelsul: I like you.
Gorlim: *smiles* I like you, too.
Menelsul: *nibbles at your sleeves* Do you think Alcawyn will stay small?
Gorlim: I don't know. I hope she does. It makes my job so much easier.
Menelsul: *a bit worriedly* Do you think I'll stay big?
Gorlim: *looks at him questioningly*
Menelsul: *frets* I'm not supposed to be this big.
Gorlim: You're not?
Menelsul: *shakes head* Alcawyn and I were born the same night.
Gorlim: How long ago was that?
Menelsul: *thinks* A year?
Gorlim: *thinks* How big are you supposed to be? I don't remember horses too well...
Menelsul: Just big enough to be away from my mom.
Gorlim: ...oh.
Menelsul: *nibbles at your hair anxiously*
Gorlim: *squirms, tense*
Menelsul: What if I'm too old for her to ride me when she's big enough to ride me?
Gorlim: If you're only a year now, why should it matter?
Menelsul: Because I'm bigger than a year. What if I never get smaller and when she's big enough to ride I'm just like an old horse?
Gorlim: ....that's going to be a problem.
Menelsul: *sidles up against you*
Gorlim: *pets*
Menelsul: *nervously lips your hair*
Gorlim: Why are you doing that?
Menelsul: Eh? Oh. Nervous.
Gorlim: Ah. Are you nervous usually?
Menelsul: Only when I'm worried.
Gorlim: Ah.
Gorlim: *JUMPS*
Menelsul: *spooks*
Gorlim: *likewise*
Menelsul: Um ...
Gorlim: O.O *stares*
Menelsul: Hi.
Gorlim: O.O *stares*
Menelsul: *tilts head* You okay?
Gorlim: *remembers to breathe*
Menelsul: *tosses mane*
Gorlim: *relaxes a bit* Erm. Sorry. I don't... react well... to things touching me when I don't expect it.
Menelsul: Oh. For a minute there I thought I'd scared you because I talk.
Gorlim: No... no... I've come to expect things like that around here...
Menelsul: *flicks tail* Hmmph. Well, sorry for scaring you.
Gorlim: Yeah. Um. Sorry about... jumping. I think horses don't like that, right? *runs a hand through his hair*
Menelsul: *almost shrugs* Dunno. Depends on the horse, I guess.
Gorlim: Right. You don't mind, I take it?
Menelsul: Not so much, but I'm not really a normal horse.
Gorlim: Ah.... *nods*
Menelsul: Are you Gorlim?
Gorlim: I am...
Menelsul: Alcawyn talks about you a lot
Gorlim: Oh! You're friends with her, then?
Menelsul: She's my person.
Gorlim: Ah! I understand. I'm her... um... uncle. Sort of.
Menelsul: *perks ears* Really? Eomer and Luthien are my aunties.
Gorlim: *quirks a brow* But they're... uh... people things.
Menelsul: *practically vibrates* But they helped me be born. Auntie Eomer pulled me out and Auntie Luthy helped my Mom. *ears droop a little* Most of my other aunties and uncles left. Even my mom did.
Gorlim: Ohhhh. I understand.
Menelsul: Do you really?
Gorlim: I think so. Eomer's Rohirrim, yes? And they have a thing with their horses. I get it.
Menelsul: He's not related to me, silly.
Gorlim: Oh, I know!
Menelsul: He just ... helped Mommy. And he got all wet. He was a she.
Gorlim: *smirks* I've heard about that, too.
Menelsul: And he was all covered in slimy stuff and there was this cranky man with a lantern and Dad was panicking.
Gorlim: Sounds like fun, actually...
Menelsul: They said I got stuck in Mom. *snorts* Of course I was stuck in Mom. She grew me. *whuffles at your clothes* You smell funny.
Gorlim: I do?
Menelsul: Like soap and flour and cookies.
Gorlim: Ahhh... complicated story.
Menelsul: Really?
Gorlim: Well... no. Not really all THAT complicated.
Menelsul: So?
Gorlim: So?
Menelsul: So why do you smell funny?
Gorlim: Ah... I was teasing Halbarad by making him sneeze with the laundry soap, so then he found out that flour makes me sneeze and got it all over the kitchen, and THEN I was babysitting and teaching the girls to effectively "borrow" cookies without getting caught.
Menelsul: *earflop* Is Halbarad the one with the funny hat and the wife from the desert?
Gorlim: *nods*
Menelsul: He's nice. He gives the horses ear rubs and cookies.
Gorlim: *smiles* He is nice. He's my bond-brother.
Menelsul: Like Auntie Eomer and Auntie Luthien are bonded?
Gorlim: Almost. It's a bit different.
Menelsul: How?
Gorlim: We're only really bonded in our sleep. I can't feel him when I'm awake unless he's asleep, or I try really really really hard.
Menelsul: *earflop* Oh.
Gorlim: Or if I'm insane.
Menelsul: *looks confused*
Gorlim: That's what Haldir told us.
Menelsul: *perks* I liked Haldir. He was nice.
Gorlim: *nods* He was...
Menelsul: *abruptly* Do you like horses?
Gorlim: I suppose so. I've never been given any cause to dislike them. *cautiously strokes his mane*
Menelsul: *leans into your touch* That's good. Do you have a horse?
Gorlim: I do, actually. He's called Montmorency.
Menelsul: What's he like?
Gorlim: He's very big.
Menelsul: How big?
Gorlim: VERY big.
Menelsul: What's he look like?
Gorlim: He's black and white spotted with furry feet.
Menelsul: I think I've seen him.
Gorlim: Probably. He lives here.
Menelsul: He's a good horse.
Gorlim: I'm glad you approve...
Gorlim: What's a bad horse?
Menelsul: Horses who are mean.
Gorlim: Oh! No, he's not mean. Not to me, at any rate.
Menelsul: My dad is cranky, but he's not mean.
Gorlim: Mmmm. *scratches the horse's ears*
Menelsul: *leans into the rub*
Gorlim: *scratchscratchscratch*
Menelsul: I like you.
Gorlim: *smiles* I like you, too.
Menelsul: *nibbles at your sleeves* Do you think Alcawyn will stay small?
Gorlim: I don't know. I hope she does. It makes my job so much easier.
Menelsul: *a bit worriedly* Do you think I'll stay big?
Gorlim: *looks at him questioningly*
Menelsul: *frets* I'm not supposed to be this big.
Gorlim: You're not?
Menelsul: *shakes head* Alcawyn and I were born the same night.
Gorlim: How long ago was that?
Menelsul: *thinks* A year?
Gorlim: *thinks* How big are you supposed to be? I don't remember horses too well...
Menelsul: Just big enough to be away from my mom.
Gorlim: ...oh.
Menelsul: *nibbles at your hair anxiously*
Gorlim: *squirms, tense*
Menelsul: What if I'm too old for her to ride me when she's big enough to ride me?
Gorlim: If you're only a year now, why should it matter?
Menelsul: Because I'm bigger than a year. What if I never get smaller and when she's big enough to ride I'm just like an old horse?
Gorlim: ....that's going to be a problem.
Menelsul: *sidles up against you*
Gorlim: *pets*
Menelsul: *nervously lips your hair*
Gorlim: Why are you doing that?
Menelsul: Eh? Oh. Nervous.
Gorlim: Ah. Are you nervous usually?
Menelsul: Only when I'm worried.
Gorlim: Ah.