Part II: Melisande Boogaloo
*is in his forge, having finished finished the ring for Tyelko he's examining his metals, debating whether to to start on the torq for Finrod, or matching bracelets for the Ambarussa or anything else*
*comes around, then, calm but not floating - she still is amused with her bunny slippers ordeal, but there are Things that are making noise in the Mansion, and it's worrying her, so she wants to check on her Carus* *and here's a familiar rap, shortly after sunset*
*smiles and calls without having to look up* It's open, Meleth.
*comes in, then, smiling, because Cele, and comes closer, to kiss his cheek* Good evening, Carus.
*smiles back, and leans after her to kiss her lips* Good evening, Meleth.
*is kissed, happily, and a bit blissful for everytime he kisses her* What are you up to?
Actually, nothing in particular at the moment. I've finished a project and now I'm debating what to start next.
Hmmm. *smiles mischievously* Would you welcome a distraction?
Of course. *smiles back, then sits and tugs her into his lap* What brings you out here? Or did you just come to visit?
A bit of both? *loops arms around his neck* I've... been hearing things in my sleep. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.
*ordinarily he'd smile and assure her that he's just fine, there's nothing to worry about. but he's talked to Cara.* What have you heard?
Screams... sobs... bloodshed. *she looks at him, a bit worried* On my way here... I heard your cousin's mind. She's not calm. There is turmoil, or there was, at the very least.
*frowns and sighs* There is always turmoil in my family, it seems.
*caresses his cheek, tenderly* So it seems. We can hide here, I guess. *teasing*
*chuckles, but it's weak. he knows about the tension between Daeron and his uncles* I suppose we can.
*nestles against him* You are troubled, love. *softly, an invitation to talk*
*sighs and rests his head on hers* My uncle came by, earlier. Caranthir. He asked me to make something, for his Lady.
*pause, not quite a tense in his arms* For Melisande Shahrizai?
Yes. He'd asked me to put power into it for her. I would have otherwise, for his sake, but that, I would not do. He wasn't happy.
*the tension goes* Oh, love, you did well. No matter what he tells you... you must refuse him. That woman is wicked beyond words.
*nods* I met her, once. She seemed ...friendly. But something didn't feel right.
You met her. *growl* I want her nowhere close to you. *yes, it's fierce*
*strokes her hair calmingly* I can take care of myself, Meleth. I go armed, and there is little one she could do to me in a public space, in the middle of the day.
*leans into his touch* Forgive me. I do not take you for a child - but there are those who make me ... oh. Do warn your uncle. Nothing good can come of this.
He will not listen.
*caresses his face, tenderly* Then we must pay heed.
*nods* She will not get anything from me.
*kisses his lips, tenderly* My beautiful, wise beloved.
*kisses back* You give me too much credit, Meleth.
No, it's just right. *a grin*
If you say so. *smiles a little embarassedly and gives her a squeeze*
*grins, a little* So what were you pondering making, beloved? *mmmm don't go away...*
*not going anywhere* Things for family. I'd finished a ring, for my uncle Tyelko, I was thinking of perhaps a Torq for my cousin Finrod, or something for my uncles Ambarussa. Bracelets maybe. They'd have to match. *chuckles, then grows a little more serious* I want to make something for Caranthir as well, but ...It needs to be something that he can't pass to his lady.
A torq would look great on Finrod. *a smile* Hmmm. Can you weave magic into it.. that would only work for him?
I've never tried it that way, I'm not sure.
Hmm. *thinking* She's only a frail edain. If it were to heavy for her to weild...
He already has a sword, and I don't have enough steel for another yet.
Well. *pondering* Perhaps you can wait. You have a lot of work, as it is. Besides, he's not really expecting you to make something for him, is he?
*shrugs* I'll work on the other things first. The torq first I think, I have a better idea of what I'm doing for that.
*kisses his neck, gently* And by the time you're done, perhaps this silly fancy of his will have passed.
*mmm, that's nice* Perhaps. I'll work slowly.
*another kiss* Oh good... *then we have time to do other things...*
*makes a quiet sound and his eyes half close* Especially if you keep...distracting me.
*a soft chuckle* Are you complaining?
Oh not at all. It's all for a good cause after all...
Of course. *another kiss* Hmm... it's nice to be out of the room - and the forge is so warm...
*to his neck again? is purring a little by now* Yes, it is warm... *Cara's not the only one wrapped around a woman's finger*
*except for how this one is wrapped around his finger too* Hmmm.... you smell good. *a bit of a small lick?*
*little shiver* Thanks?
*pulls away, doesn't like to feed so.. bluntly, not with him* Hmm. *looks a bit guilty*
Hmm? *sounds maybe just a little disappointed, opens his eyes to look at her*
*is surprised* You.. you want me to...?
...To? *doesn't immediately realize she means that. not that he'd mind, he's offered*
*gah, this is awkward* Never mind. *she goes back to nuzzling in his neck, really just nuzzling we swear*
*still, likes that* No, really, what?
*into his skin* It embarasses me...
What is it, Meleth?
...*softly* It's the thirst...
*kisses her gently* You know that I could never deny you anything.
*kisses back, a bit helplessly* But I couldn't... I don't want to take advantage of you...
You're not taking advantage, I'm offering.
*is undone* But still... *but he smells so good...*
I would rather you take it from me than have to seek somewhere else. Please.
*sighs, into his skin, drunk on him, and his bloodscent* Oh, Celebrimbor... *a kiss, on his neck, again*
*small sigh, leaning his head to the side a little, giving her more access to his neck*
*is laying a trail of kisses, licking a little, heating the skin, and yes, weilding the mindgift - she doesn't want him to feel pain, at all*
*shivers a little, really likes when she does that to his neck*
*is going to use the Spell gift to numb the pain - and when she feels he is ready, she sinks her fangs in his skin, but very gently, very softly*
*makes a low sound that's almost a moan as her teeth sink into his neck, head falling farther back as the swoon overtakes him*
*so, perhaps is back in the library, paging through a book. is unarmed, because he wouldn't expect attack in the library*
*so, high on Mel, Cara is now looking for Elrond. And not thinking about what he's planning to do. Not at all*
*doesn't look up right away, people pass through the library all the time*
*spots the Elrond. Oh good.* Hello. *not suspiscious at all. Of course not.*
*a little surprised, but he recognizes the voice and looks up* Hello.
*not looking at the ring, of course not* Busy?
Not more than usual.
*yeah, not going to attack this guy in the library* Would you mind a word, then?
Of course. *closes his book and leans against the table, facing Cara, thinking to speak to him here*
A walk, perhaps? *companionably, yes*
*slight frown* We can speak here easily enough.
I don't want to disturb the readers. *because I am a perfect gentleman*
There are few people, I do not think that we will disturb them.
Nevertheless. *not quite insisting*
*another small frown, but doesn't want to antagonize the determined Feanorian.* Briefly, then. *gestures for Cara to precede him out*
*out we go, then, and surprisingly, Cara is hoping to coax the ring out first.*
*follows him out and stops outside the door* What did you wish to say?
I wish to offer you a bargain.
What sort of a bargain?
I wish to offer you my endless loyalty - in exchange for a ditty.
*frowns* What do you mean?
I seek a ring for my betrothed.
Your nephew would be better to ask about that than I.
*I did. But he's not doing what I want. Gah.* He would not offer her what she needs.
What could you ask from me that he could not make for you?
Power. *quietly* *damn the curse of being Feanorian*
I'm sorry, but I cannot help you. *turns back toward the library*
*ohnoyoudon't* Whyevernot?
There is nothing that I can give you. *reaching to open the door*
Oh, yes there is. *flashing steel, against his back, typist willing*
*freezes, tense and knowing that he has absolutely nothing in his favor in this situation* Sheathe your sword, Feanorion. I have no quarrel with you.
Neither do I, in truth. But I do want the ring. *sword? Still there*
I cannot give you this ring, Feanorion. No good will come of killing me to take it.
No good will come of not giving it willingly, is what. *harshly, and the tip of the sword is pressing a little, to say that yes, he means business*
*breathing somewhat shallowly to not drive the point of the sword deeper* You know, I knew your eldest brothers very well, when my brother and I were children. I had hoped from their example that more of your family were not the monsterous creatures that the tales painted them. I'm sad to see that I was wrong.
*twitch* I would prefer not to shed blood, but I serve my lady, and she has bid for a ring. *this is twitchytwitchy from House Of Twitchy*
*still completely unmoving* There once was a time when I would have considered us family. *asking him to reconsider*
.... Family? *gah, damn it, it's working.*
My brother and I were very young when the Havens at Sirion were attacked, and we were captured after our mother fled. In time I came to consider Maglor as much a father to me as the man I was born to.
..... *way to go, Elrond.*
*takes a slow and deliberate step forward, to turn and face Caranthir*
*is just frozing - internal conflicts, ahoy*
*frozen, even
*voice still quiet and even* Lower your sword, Feanorion.
*he does, very slowly* My name is Caranthir. *damn that throat is tight*
*nods, still wary and tensed though not so obviously as before* Very well then. Farewell, Caranthir. *turns to leave, Vilya still securely on his finger*
*gaaaaaah is so torn but he's unarmed and he's tried to be good and he's kind of a nephew and... so he turns to go, stiffly. And to cut some things ferociously.*
*yeah, won't be unarmed next time*
*Mel is going to be so unhappy with him. Erhem.*
*we're sure Mel can convince him. just might not want to give Elrond a chance to talk much next time XD*
*XD oh yes. Cara has /scruples/. We're so surprised.*
*Who'd've thunk?*
*not this typist*
*is lurking hopefully in her room, yes, a little impatient*
*is ... gah. avoiding her room, actually. because he's not proud of his scruples, he is not.*
*will go looking for him eventually. Under the guise of going downstairs, yes*
*he's in the kitchen. Nursing tea. again.*
*comes into the kitchen. smiles, actually, and kisses his neck* Hello, love.
*lfjdlkfj lfjslkd jflsdjfl* Hello. *into the mug*
---what is it? *knows very well, or guesses, but is going to make him say it*
Nothing... *into the cup* A bit of a drawback, is all.
A drawback? *puts a frown in her voice*
*cringes* I'm sorry?
*draws away a little* You're sorry? I truly thought you would... *turns*
But I... *tries to catch her hand*
*pulls away* You what? *unhappy voice* I suppose it was only a foolish wish, after all. *derisively* Perhaps you don't consider it important.
*(kdfj ldfjoj fflfkd j* No, no, no... it's not that..
What is it, then? *displeased!*
I found a man.. who has what you want.. but... *gah is miserable*
But...? Don't make excuses to me. Clearly it's just not important to you. *turns as though to go*
NO, no, it is. It is... it's just... I can't kill my /nephew/!!! *is distressed*
You don't have to kill anyone. Surely you can find some other way.
*turns and looks at him* But if it truly is too much to ask...
*it really is* Then what?
Then I suppose I shall have to find someone else.
*aaaaack* No, no, please... don't... I'll... I'll do better next time.
Next time? What assurance do I have of that?
I.. I swear to it. *sternly*
What do you swear by?
By the Light of the Trees my father captured in the Silmarils, swallowed by the three elements.
*a nod, almost imperious* Do not return to me, then, until you have succeeded.
..... *is going to slither away... and a pause... * will you not.. *kiss me goodbye, at least?*
What is it? *exasperated, a little, and doesn't really have to pretend*
It is not customary for a woman to kiss her man, when she leaves him?
*a sigh* Very well. *goes over to him, then, lays a hand on his shoulder, and tips her head up*
*looks up, expectantly - adoringly*
*here, Cara, have a hand in your hair tugging your head down for a fierce and passionate kissing*
*nnnnnngh - is kissing back helplessly*
*lets him go and kind of pushes away, really* Go.
... *goes. and is miserable*
*is smiling, though, eyes alight. things are going /well./*
*out in the main room then, by a window, though perhaps he's wearing his sword now, warier after their first encounter*
*it really would be best if he were - and here comes a Cara. Determinedly miserable. Lurking*
*maybe he hears him or maybe it's just warrior's instinct, but he tenses a little, not turning to look yet*
*a deep breath, and is going to throw a dagger, aiming for his heart*
*hears something and starts to turn, so the dagger doesn't strike him directly in the heart. it's close, though, very close, and a hand clutches his chest as he staggers into the wall with a sound of pain as he begins collapse*
*is going to come close, then, sword drawn* Don't speak. *you might kill my resolve*
*would ignore that and takes a breath to speak, but begins coughing, blood trickling from his mouth. the dagger may have missed his heart, but it hit his lung and he's choking on his own blood*
*good. Taking that damn ring and making for a hasty exit, then, is the strategy. Cara won't even try to finish him - and he wont' even look at him, because the shame is too great*
*makes a grab for Cara's wrist, but it's weak, he's fading quickly and coughs out more blood. is just going to lie there and bleed until he's found, or dies. or both.*
*hasty exit it is, then.* *and quite shameful*
*comes around, then... and rushes to her son-in-law's side* Elrond... *trying to assess the damage, it's quite obvious that there's little to be done so soon*
*reaches weakly for her, gasping for air and coughing blood. his right hand, the hand that bore Vilya, and his finger is bare. maybe there's evil a pale mark where the ring sat or something*
*she takes his hand, and tries to help him, to clot the blood, but there's really nothing she can do* Elrond - who?
*tries to tell her but not sure if it's really understandible, trying to tell her with his mind as well so it gets across that it was Caranthir*
*well, she is Galadriel, and she lets out a gasp in understanding, and holds his hand tight - the only thing she can do is to be there for him as he passes on, but she does cry, with dignity*
*it won't take long, each breath comes with more difficulty and his grip on her hand weakened, and though he fights hard, soon enough they cease entirely and his eyes dim, at least he died knowing that someone knew what happened*
....... *sigh*
*is...pacing in the kitchen, waiting not so patiently for her prize. and with a long knife in her skirts just in case*
*walks into the kitchen, looking dark*
*looks up* --you've returned.
I have. *is not feeling good about this*
And? *keeping her excitement contained. no grabbyhands, Mel*
I have it. *is not looking happy*
*no, he is not. is glad of the knife, suddenly, and goes over to him* Thank you, love. I knew you could manage... *kiss, have one*
*isn't giving her the ring yet - he kisses her back, harshly* Oh, now you love me?
*tangles a hand in his hair* You've proven yourself. Show me.
Prove to me that I have slain my own kin for love, at least. *harshly*
*trying to see where it is, could she just kill him now and take it?* And how?
*it's in his hand, clutched up* I don't know - that's up to you, really. You really need to do something to make me feel /good/ because right now, I don't.
*notes that.* Then I will... *drags his head down and kisses, hard, eyes almost overbright, one hand on the knife hilt under her skirt*
*kisses her back, because nnnnnngh, still clutching the ring*
*deepens it a touch and then is going to move to bury the knife between his shoulderblades*
*might be a bit too high for her - a gut wound is so much more accessible*
*whichever, will do that, then, low and just a slash across, stepping back fast - doesn't want a mess on her*
*is just... yeah. Taken by surprise, and his hand opens, the ring drops on the floor as he tries to remove the knife from his gut* B-itch.
*smiles at him, dazzlingly* No. Kushieline. *bends to pick up the ring and sets it on her finger, eyes definitely overbright and near mad, really*
*well, Melisande, make a quick exit - because Cara has a knife, and he doesn't care - he's going to lunge at you - even if it kills him* BITCH.
*was already leaving when she had the ring, and is going /out/. striding, really. has /power!/ AHAHAHAHAHA. not even looking back.*
*comes around, then, calm but not floating - she still is amused with her bunny slippers ordeal, but there are Things that are making noise in the Mansion, and it's worrying her, so she wants to check on her Carus* *and here's a familiar rap, shortly after sunset*
*smiles and calls without having to look up* It's open, Meleth.
*comes in, then, smiling, because Cele, and comes closer, to kiss his cheek* Good evening, Carus.
*smiles back, and leans after her to kiss her lips* Good evening, Meleth.
*is kissed, happily, and a bit blissful for everytime he kisses her* What are you up to?
Actually, nothing in particular at the moment. I've finished a project and now I'm debating what to start next.
Hmmm. *smiles mischievously* Would you welcome a distraction?
Of course. *smiles back, then sits and tugs her into his lap* What brings you out here? Or did you just come to visit?
A bit of both? *loops arms around his neck* I've... been hearing things in my sleep. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.
*ordinarily he'd smile and assure her that he's just fine, there's nothing to worry about. but he's talked to Cara.* What have you heard?
Screams... sobs... bloodshed. *she looks at him, a bit worried* On my way here... I heard your cousin's mind. She's not calm. There is turmoil, or there was, at the very least.
*frowns and sighs* There is always turmoil in my family, it seems.
*caresses his cheek, tenderly* So it seems. We can hide here, I guess. *teasing*
*chuckles, but it's weak. he knows about the tension between Daeron and his uncles* I suppose we can.
*nestles against him* You are troubled, love. *softly, an invitation to talk*
*sighs and rests his head on hers* My uncle came by, earlier. Caranthir. He asked me to make something, for his Lady.
*pause, not quite a tense in his arms* For Melisande Shahrizai?
Yes. He'd asked me to put power into it for her. I would have otherwise, for his sake, but that, I would not do. He wasn't happy.
*the tension goes* Oh, love, you did well. No matter what he tells you... you must refuse him. That woman is wicked beyond words.
*nods* I met her, once. She seemed ...friendly. But something didn't feel right.
You met her. *growl* I want her nowhere close to you. *yes, it's fierce*
*strokes her hair calmingly* I can take care of myself, Meleth. I go armed, and there is little one she could do to me in a public space, in the middle of the day.
*leans into his touch* Forgive me. I do not take you for a child - but there are those who make me ... oh. Do warn your uncle. Nothing good can come of this.
He will not listen.
*caresses his face, tenderly* Then we must pay heed.
*nods* She will not get anything from me.
*kisses his lips, tenderly* My beautiful, wise beloved.
*kisses back* You give me too much credit, Meleth.
No, it's just right. *a grin*
If you say so. *smiles a little embarassedly and gives her a squeeze*
*grins, a little* So what were you pondering making, beloved? *mmmm don't go away...*
*not going anywhere* Things for family. I'd finished a ring, for my uncle Tyelko, I was thinking of perhaps a Torq for my cousin Finrod, or something for my uncles Ambarussa. Bracelets maybe. They'd have to match. *chuckles, then grows a little more serious* I want to make something for Caranthir as well, but ...It needs to be something that he can't pass to his lady.
A torq would look great on Finrod. *a smile* Hmmm. Can you weave magic into it.. that would only work for him?
I've never tried it that way, I'm not sure.
Hmm. *thinking* She's only a frail edain. If it were to heavy for her to weild...
He already has a sword, and I don't have enough steel for another yet.
Well. *pondering* Perhaps you can wait. You have a lot of work, as it is. Besides, he's not really expecting you to make something for him, is he?
*shrugs* I'll work on the other things first. The torq first I think, I have a better idea of what I'm doing for that.
*kisses his neck, gently* And by the time you're done, perhaps this silly fancy of his will have passed.
*mmm, that's nice* Perhaps. I'll work slowly.
*another kiss* Oh good... *then we have time to do other things...*
*makes a quiet sound and his eyes half close* Especially if you keep...distracting me.
*a soft chuckle* Are you complaining?
Oh not at all. It's all for a good cause after all...
Of course. *another kiss* Hmm... it's nice to be out of the room - and the forge is so warm...
*to his neck again? is purring a little by now* Yes, it is warm... *Cara's not the only one wrapped around a woman's finger*
*except for how this one is wrapped around his finger too* Hmmm.... you smell good. *a bit of a small lick?*
*little shiver* Thanks?
*pulls away, doesn't like to feed so.. bluntly, not with him* Hmm. *looks a bit guilty*
Hmm? *sounds maybe just a little disappointed, opens his eyes to look at her*
*is surprised* You.. you want me to...?
...To? *doesn't immediately realize she means that. not that he'd mind, he's offered*
*gah, this is awkward* Never mind. *she goes back to nuzzling in his neck, really just nuzzling we swear*
*still, likes that* No, really, what?
*into his skin* It embarasses me...
What is it, Meleth?
...*softly* It's the thirst...
*kisses her gently* You know that I could never deny you anything.
*kisses back, a bit helplessly* But I couldn't... I don't want to take advantage of you...
You're not taking advantage, I'm offering.
*is undone* But still... *but he smells so good...*
I would rather you take it from me than have to seek somewhere else. Please.
*sighs, into his skin, drunk on him, and his bloodscent* Oh, Celebrimbor... *a kiss, on his neck, again*
*small sigh, leaning his head to the side a little, giving her more access to his neck*
*is laying a trail of kisses, licking a little, heating the skin, and yes, weilding the mindgift - she doesn't want him to feel pain, at all*
*shivers a little, really likes when she does that to his neck*
*is going to use the Spell gift to numb the pain - and when she feels he is ready, she sinks her fangs in his skin, but very gently, very softly*
*makes a low sound that's almost a moan as her teeth sink into his neck, head falling farther back as the swoon overtakes him*
*so, perhaps is back in the library, paging through a book. is unarmed, because he wouldn't expect attack in the library*
*so, high on Mel, Cara is now looking for Elrond. And not thinking about what he's planning to do. Not at all*
*doesn't look up right away, people pass through the library all the time*
*spots the Elrond. Oh good.* Hello. *not suspiscious at all. Of course not.*
*a little surprised, but he recognizes the voice and looks up* Hello.
*not looking at the ring, of course not* Busy?
Not more than usual.
*yeah, not going to attack this guy in the library* Would you mind a word, then?
Of course. *closes his book and leans against the table, facing Cara, thinking to speak to him here*
A walk, perhaps? *companionably, yes*
*slight frown* We can speak here easily enough.
I don't want to disturb the readers. *because I am a perfect gentleman*
There are few people, I do not think that we will disturb them.
Nevertheless. *not quite insisting*
*another small frown, but doesn't want to antagonize the determined Feanorian.* Briefly, then. *gestures for Cara to precede him out*
*out we go, then, and surprisingly, Cara is hoping to coax the ring out first.*
*follows him out and stops outside the door* What did you wish to say?
I wish to offer you a bargain.
What sort of a bargain?
I wish to offer you my endless loyalty - in exchange for a ditty.
*frowns* What do you mean?
I seek a ring for my betrothed.
Your nephew would be better to ask about that than I.
*I did. But he's not doing what I want. Gah.* He would not offer her what she needs.
What could you ask from me that he could not make for you?
Power. *quietly* *damn the curse of being Feanorian*
I'm sorry, but I cannot help you. *turns back toward the library*
*ohnoyoudon't* Whyevernot?
There is nothing that I can give you. *reaching to open the door*
Oh, yes there is. *flashing steel, against his back, typist willing*
*freezes, tense and knowing that he has absolutely nothing in his favor in this situation* Sheathe your sword, Feanorion. I have no quarrel with you.
Neither do I, in truth. But I do want the ring. *sword? Still there*
I cannot give you this ring, Feanorion. No good will come of killing me to take it.
No good will come of not giving it willingly, is what. *harshly, and the tip of the sword is pressing a little, to say that yes, he means business*
*breathing somewhat shallowly to not drive the point of the sword deeper* You know, I knew your eldest brothers very well, when my brother and I were children. I had hoped from their example that more of your family were not the monsterous creatures that the tales painted them. I'm sad to see that I was wrong.
*twitch* I would prefer not to shed blood, but I serve my lady, and she has bid for a ring. *this is twitchytwitchy from House Of Twitchy*
*still completely unmoving* There once was a time when I would have considered us family. *asking him to reconsider*
.... Family? *gah, damn it, it's working.*
My brother and I were very young when the Havens at Sirion were attacked, and we were captured after our mother fled. In time I came to consider Maglor as much a father to me as the man I was born to.
..... *way to go, Elrond.*
*takes a slow and deliberate step forward, to turn and face Caranthir*
*is just frozing - internal conflicts, ahoy*
*frozen, even
*voice still quiet and even* Lower your sword, Feanorion.
*he does, very slowly* My name is Caranthir. *damn that throat is tight*
*nods, still wary and tensed though not so obviously as before* Very well then. Farewell, Caranthir. *turns to leave, Vilya still securely on his finger*
*gaaaaaah is so torn but he's unarmed and he's tried to be good and he's kind of a nephew and... so he turns to go, stiffly. And to cut some things ferociously.*
*yeah, won't be unarmed next time*
*Mel is going to be so unhappy with him. Erhem.*
*we're sure Mel can convince him. just might not want to give Elrond a chance to talk much next time XD*
*XD oh yes. Cara has /scruples/. We're so surprised.*
*Who'd've thunk?*
*not this typist*
*is lurking hopefully in her room, yes, a little impatient*
*is ... gah. avoiding her room, actually. because he's not proud of his scruples, he is not.*
*will go looking for him eventually. Under the guise of going downstairs, yes*
*he's in the kitchen. Nursing tea. again.*
*comes into the kitchen. smiles, actually, and kisses his neck* Hello, love.
*lfjdlkfj lfjslkd jflsdjfl* Hello. *into the mug*
---what is it? *knows very well, or guesses, but is going to make him say it*
Nothing... *into the cup* A bit of a drawback, is all.
A drawback? *puts a frown in her voice*
*cringes* I'm sorry?
*draws away a little* You're sorry? I truly thought you would... *turns*
But I... *tries to catch her hand*
*pulls away* You what? *unhappy voice* I suppose it was only a foolish wish, after all. *derisively* Perhaps you don't consider it important.
*(kdfj ldfjoj fflfkd j* No, no, no... it's not that..
What is it, then? *displeased!*
I found a man.. who has what you want.. but... *gah is miserable*
But...? Don't make excuses to me. Clearly it's just not important to you. *turns as though to go*
NO, no, it is. It is... it's just... I can't kill my /nephew/!!! *is distressed*
You don't have to kill anyone. Surely you can find some other way.
*turns and looks at him* But if it truly is too much to ask...
*it really is* Then what?
Then I suppose I shall have to find someone else.
*aaaaack* No, no, please... don't... I'll... I'll do better next time.
Next time? What assurance do I have of that?
I.. I swear to it. *sternly*
What do you swear by?
By the Light of the Trees my father captured in the Silmarils, swallowed by the three elements.
*a nod, almost imperious* Do not return to me, then, until you have succeeded.
..... *is going to slither away... and a pause... * will you not.. *kiss me goodbye, at least?*
What is it? *exasperated, a little, and doesn't really have to pretend*
It is not customary for a woman to kiss her man, when she leaves him?
*a sigh* Very well. *goes over to him, then, lays a hand on his shoulder, and tips her head up*
*looks up, expectantly - adoringly*
*here, Cara, have a hand in your hair tugging your head down for a fierce and passionate kissing*
*nnnnnngh - is kissing back helplessly*
*lets him go and kind of pushes away, really* Go.
... *goes. and is miserable*
*is smiling, though, eyes alight. things are going /well./*
*out in the main room then, by a window, though perhaps he's wearing his sword now, warier after their first encounter*
*it really would be best if he were - and here comes a Cara. Determinedly miserable. Lurking*
*maybe he hears him or maybe it's just warrior's instinct, but he tenses a little, not turning to look yet*
*a deep breath, and is going to throw a dagger, aiming for his heart*
*hears something and starts to turn, so the dagger doesn't strike him directly in the heart. it's close, though, very close, and a hand clutches his chest as he staggers into the wall with a sound of pain as he begins collapse*
*is going to come close, then, sword drawn* Don't speak. *you might kill my resolve*
*would ignore that and takes a breath to speak, but begins coughing, blood trickling from his mouth. the dagger may have missed his heart, but it hit his lung and he's choking on his own blood*
*good. Taking that damn ring and making for a hasty exit, then, is the strategy. Cara won't even try to finish him - and he wont' even look at him, because the shame is too great*
*makes a grab for Cara's wrist, but it's weak, he's fading quickly and coughs out more blood. is just going to lie there and bleed until he's found, or dies. or both.*
*hasty exit it is, then.* *and quite shameful*
*comes around, then... and rushes to her son-in-law's side* Elrond... *trying to assess the damage, it's quite obvious that there's little to be done so soon*
*reaches weakly for her, gasping for air and coughing blood. his right hand, the hand that bore Vilya, and his finger is bare. maybe there's evil a pale mark where the ring sat or something*
*she takes his hand, and tries to help him, to clot the blood, but there's really nothing she can do* Elrond - who?
*tries to tell her but not sure if it's really understandible, trying to tell her with his mind as well so it gets across that it was Caranthir*
*well, she is Galadriel, and she lets out a gasp in understanding, and holds his hand tight - the only thing she can do is to be there for him as he passes on, but she does cry, with dignity*
*it won't take long, each breath comes with more difficulty and his grip on her hand weakened, and though he fights hard, soon enough they cease entirely and his eyes dim, at least he died knowing that someone knew what happened*
....... *sigh*
*is...pacing in the kitchen, waiting not so patiently for her prize. and with a long knife in her skirts just in case*
*walks into the kitchen, looking dark*
*looks up* --you've returned.
I have. *is not feeling good about this*
And? *keeping her excitement contained. no grabbyhands, Mel*
I have it. *is not looking happy*
*no, he is not. is glad of the knife, suddenly, and goes over to him* Thank you, love. I knew you could manage... *kiss, have one*
*isn't giving her the ring yet - he kisses her back, harshly* Oh, now you love me?
*tangles a hand in his hair* You've proven yourself. Show me.
Prove to me that I have slain my own kin for love, at least. *harshly*
*trying to see where it is, could she just kill him now and take it?* And how?
*it's in his hand, clutched up* I don't know - that's up to you, really. You really need to do something to make me feel /good/ because right now, I don't.
*notes that.* Then I will... *drags his head down and kisses, hard, eyes almost overbright, one hand on the knife hilt under her skirt*
*kisses her back, because nnnnnngh, still clutching the ring*
*deepens it a touch and then is going to move to bury the knife between his shoulderblades*
*might be a bit too high for her - a gut wound is so much more accessible*
*whichever, will do that, then, low and just a slash across, stepping back fast - doesn't want a mess on her*
*is just... yeah. Taken by surprise, and his hand opens, the ring drops on the floor as he tries to remove the knife from his gut* B-itch.
*smiles at him, dazzlingly* No. Kushieline. *bends to pick up the ring and sets it on her finger, eyes definitely overbright and near mad, really*
*well, Melisande, make a quick exit - because Cara has a knife, and he doesn't care - he's going to lunge at you - even if it kills him* BITCH.
*was already leaving when she had the ring, and is going /out/. striding, really. has /power!/ AHAHAHAHAHA. not even looking back.*