Log: Yet more Elvish fail!
*so, is sitting in the kitchen again, sort of hiding from the boys, hah, and flipping through a book--trying to read and failing at it*
*comes wandering downstairs, wearing his sword and his Winsol present, a thick and very fine fur trimmed black cloak, a silver device embroidered where it rests over his shoulder*
*sees him and is just kind of :| at him* Hello.
...*looks up and blinks at the :| a little* --good morning. *looks quite a bit more lordly than he usually does. probably has something to do with the less visible crazy* You are well?
I am, sir. *:/* And you?
As well, thank you. *nods a bit. yeah. really. no arguing.* *pause* The boys?
*a slight smile* They're fine. *wonders if this is the right time to try to convince him about Firekeeper--ah, the hell with it* Sir, the other day--I...I've been worrying. *:|*
*blink slight frown* Worrying? *attentive, because Irisse really does like her!*
I...I know you said that wolves...were bad--were evil to you...but Firekeeper...she's my friend. I--I don't think you should hurt her. *is standing now, actually, nervous but determined*
*slight frown* I don't know her. It's just...it's important to be sure, especially where they're concerned. You're young. You don't know the...dangers, the disguises the Enemy can take on.
...I know, but please don't...don't be rash. *a little frown as well*
What do you mean, don't be rash? *narrows his eyes a little* Is it rash to attempt to ensure their safety?
*quickly* No, no! I'm not saying that! It's just...I don't want any unnecessary...injuries. *sort of winces at that, because gahhh death*
No one will be hurt unless it is necessary.
...But...*deeeep breath, and stands up straighter* I do not think this is necessary, sir.
He's been here before. And even if...he has servants.
I don't think Firekeeper is evil, sir. *:|*
You don't think. You're not sure. And it's...the deceiver. *paces* You see what he wants you to see. And you don't have the same...sense of him.
*okay, is getting a little freaked out and irritated* All right...I'll concede that. But. But...I have seen evil before. *in my father, kthanks* I...do not sense it in her.
Not this kind of evil. It's not the /same./
*:|*...Sir. I...*ghfjhgf UGHHHHH will probably ball her fists up, gahh because she's frustrated*
You /what?/ *frustrated and annoyed and worried, gaah*
I..I do not approve of what you're planning. *hmmmph! >:|*
So you don't approve. Fine. That doesn't remove the need to go through with it.
*!!!!!* But...but...*gahhh flailing right now, Tyelko!*
It's /necessary/. I /have/ to be sure they're safe.
*comes wandering by, trying to be inconspicuous*
Sir!...I....*ghgdfjghjdfhgjfhgjfh!*
You what? *impatient*
*sees Daeron, actually* Please, help me knock some sense into him! *flailllll*
*almost wavers, for a minute, almost walks away. but there's a little too much bitter for that now. steps into the room and looks levelly at Tyelko* What is it?
He...he wants to hurt my friend. :(
*almost jarred* --Daeron, *not quite warning*
Your...wolf-souled friend?
Yes, her. *nodnod*
That doesn't suggest anything to you? Letting /wolves/ near them-
Please, sir....I want to protect the boys just as much as you do. But...
Maybe wolves are only significant to you. *pleasantly* I heard you killed yourself.
*o.O* I...please, don't argue...I just want the boys /and/ my friend to be safe.
*tense* ---what does that have to do with anything?
They will be. *firmly* Are you - either of you, really, familiar with the idea of poetic justice?
*jgfhgjhfjgf oh whoa they don't like each other* *huh?*...No?
*nope, really don't* ...yes, I have.
*still pleasant* Were the wolves an intentional repetition of Finrod's fate, or was that entirely coincidence? I thought it had a nice symmetry to it - you sent him to the wolves, and then yourself...how was that, by the way?
*is confused*....Sirs, this is about my /friend/, here, not...whatever you're talking about.
*flash of nausea, catches himself on the counter* What do you want, Daeron.
Why...*turns to face Daeron* Do you have some sort of vendetta against him?
I'm making sure your friend is safe. *quietly* Want? I want my home back. I want you and your brothers back dead where you belong. Unfortunately, it doesn't look like I'm going to get any of my wishes. *pause* Yes, I do. *not going to deny that!*
Um...*aghhh!* Please, don't fight...*omgomgomg*
Shut /up/ about my brothers. *not quite savagely*
I don't fight. *slight headtilt* Gladly. It's not them I'm angry with, anyway. That's just your luck. Tell me, what was Luthien Tinuviel to /you?/
Please...stop it! *is kind of helpless, here*
*echoes her* Stop - /don't./ *holding himself up on the counter, more or less, unable to look away*
Was that why you spoke so passionately for the destruction of Doriath? So you could destroy everything, truly, that would not be yours. Pride and greed. Another's flaws as well, are they not? *is, yes, elegantly vicious*
*firmly* You two obviously have differences, but. You both want to protect the boys, and I think...you need *whoa what?* Sirs! *more to Daeron, actually, but gahhhh*
*head goes back, pain on his face* /No./ I am /not/- /stop./
*okay, will actually attempt to /grab/ Daeron and keep him away from Tyelko* PLEASE!
I only think it's a pity that you didn't get the chance to really feel them burn and know for yourself what evil you had wrought, that even your own father's jewels sought to burn you. Just as they did him...
*allows himself to be grabbed, is not going anywhere, eyes blazing almost fanatically*
Don't. It's /done with./ *almost desperately*
PLEASE. STOP IT. *>:|* Both of you.
No *savagely* That's where you're wrong. It's not over. It's not done with. Not as long as one still lives and remembers, it will never be done with. And I live. I remember. So it is not done with.
*flinches* /No./
*and here enters a Cara, yes, uninvited and unannounced. And upon spotting Daeron* YOU.
*gfgjfhgjfgjfhjghj oh gods there's going to be bloodshed* You--please...*to Daeron* Sir, I understand your pain, but...*gjdjdfhgfd WHAT ANOTHER ONE* Oh gods. *sort of backs away in fear*
*turns, as he throws something at Tyelko* Here. Someone took it off your dead body and it came to me. I don't want anything of /yours./ *looks up at Cara, eyes blazing* And I am /finished./
*to Iphigenia* I'm not going to hurt you, stop being a pussy. *and is going to grip that Dearonthing by the collar, yes he is. Fiercely*
*jghfj >:|* Sir.
*is holding himself up by the counter, eyes closed* Moryo...
*looks up at him defiantly* Isn't there enough blood on your hands?
I told that piece of shit to stay out of this place, and he knows what will happen now. *and is going to just grab the Daeron, and proceed to hauling, yes* Apparently you decided there wasn't.
*gjjfhgjhfdj!!!* STOP IT. ALL OF YOU. *is shouting now, actually, thanks everyone for pissing her off*
*tries to drag himself up* /Moryo./ You'll hurt yourself.
I don't take orders from children. *didn't even hear the brother, and Daeron is getting a punch in the face, here and now*
*head snaps back, spits blood in Cara's face*
*!!* I am /not/ a child, sir, I am a princess. *gasps at the punch because omg*
Moryo! *louder* Let /me./
*an evil grin, looking at Daeron* And I'm a prince, and much older than you, kid. *to Tyelko* Sorry, brother. You can take a number.
You're going to hurt yourself. *does not sound happy about this*
*is just standing there in horror, probably crying a little from fear*
Do I look like a fucking sissy? *and is still hauling a Daeron... wait. is that a window?....*
Look, you made the girl cry. *through the blood from his nose*
That's not /it/ - *your conscience, you felt bad enough about almost killing him!*
*on the killing edge, reason, we has it not. Daeron, you're being thrown out the window*
*hggjhfgjfhjghjfh WHAT* *sort of shrieks a little*
*!!!! ow! scrambling to his feet and bleeding more, backing up rapidly*
*jerks over to Iphi and turns her* Don't look- *gaaaaah this is - gaaaaaaaaaaaaah*
*gjfjkgjf well, she already sort of saw, kthanks* What--we--he needs help--
Stay here. *moving, can crumple up and die later, needs to keep the brother from doing things he'll regret*
No. *and jumping out the window too, because tongue-cutting should not happen in front of the Edain girl.* Take care of her.
*ghjfrhgjfhg STAY? Thanks, really. THANKS.* *is just going to stare because omgomgomg BLOOD and was this what it was like when she--gah*
*already out the door and moving fast to catch the brother* Moryo - /no./
*is glad he doesn't sink through the snow and limping as fast as possible for the woods*
*is fast on Daeron's heels, and pulling his knife out, he's not forgiving any of this, no he is not*
*running after his brother* /Moryo!/
*is probably just sitting on the kitchen floor sobbing now, thanks everybody*
*aaaah fuck needs a safe place to be /now/ trying to think fast*
*still running after Daeron, and might tackle him, typist willing?*
*tackled, and going to curl up defensively, can't cut out my tongue if he can't get to it!*
Moryo - you /don't want to do this./
*puts his blade to Daeron's ears* I can cut something else if you don't obey, you pig. *he's gone, Cleeg, he really is*
Obey what? *into his protecting arms, yes*
*fighting his way over to them* /MORYO!/ *roared, yes, with all the energy he can muster*
*is going to stab at his arms, yes* I ordered you away from my family you sicko.
*noise of pain and kind of thrashes, still keeping his face hidden* She /asked/ for my help.
Not her. My brother. Stay the fucking hell away from my brother, you arsehole. *and a kick to his stomach, yes.*
*/ow/ curls up more, desperately keeping his face covered*
*draws his sword in a hiss of steel and pushes himself faster, almost there, just don't kill him, dammit*
*is going to stab at his shoulder. Repeatedly - but maybe there's enough time for Cleeg to stop him before the wound is lethal*
*dives and is going to bring sword down hard through that shoulder and tackle Cara off in one movement, holding onto him tightly*
*fighting at the brother, not really realizing who he's fighting, maybe throwing him a punch*
*takes it, teeth gritted, even if ow because brother is strong and pissed off even more formidable* Moryo - Moryo, look at me, it's /me/, look at me-
*/OWFUCK/ screams and kind of pinned by the shoulder*
*eyes wild, gets ready for another much, knife in hand, almost hits a brother and then... * oh /shit/. *stops short*
*had his teeth gritted and ready to take it again but relaxes at the recognition. sort of. Still holding him* It's me.
*eyes still wild, because he's in combat mood right now* Fuck off, Turko. Let me bleed this pig. I should have the first time. *harshly*
*still screaming because ow ow ow that hurts*
No. You won't. Because you'll feel bad about it later. And you don't need that on your conscience. Don't need /him/ on your conscience. *fiercely*
*would /really/ like some help here thanks /owwww/ sword through the shoulder*
I won't. I'm a bastard. A monster. And I want him out of our lives. *spat*
You're not. A monster. *still holding him down, yep* You're /not./
*yep, is totally bleeding unhelpfully like a quite literally stuck pig and quite loud about it, too*
*so it totally running into the greenhouse, looking for Galie, because hey, she's the smartest elf Iphi knows and one that's not involved in this mess* Is anyone here?! *sort of frantic, yes*
*hears the call, actually was preparing a satchel* Come. There is little time to waste. *hands a bag to Iphigenia.*
*takes bag sort of awkwardly* Oh? You...knew about this? *follows*
*pretty little scene here, Daeron skewered to the ground and screaming/bleeding and Tyelko holding Cara to the ground*
Brother. *insistently* /Look/ at me.
*is going to ignore the Feanorians, yes, and not quite a facepalm* Iphigenia, prepare needle and thread.
*stares at the brother, belligerantly* Oh shit, that /witch/ is here.
*ghjfhgf all right, will do that* ...What are we doing?
Then let's go. *evenly* I'm taking you inside. To your room. Stay there.
*moves quickly* Daeron. Look into my eyes. *is hypnotizing him already, her hand on the hilt of the sword*
*not screaming anymore so much as panting ow ow ow ow fuuuck ow* ---*looks at her, wildeyed a bit*
He called our mother a whore. *flatly, and not going*
*grits his teeth* And he's hurting. I don't want you hurting too. *stands up, holding the brother's arm, tightly*
*looking still into Daeron's eyes, she trusts Tyelko to handle Cara implicitly* There is no pain. *yes, suggestion and hypnotism* *and once that's worked, she's going to remove the sword in one economical move*
I promised him I'd have his tongue. *harshly, still resisting*
*intake of breath but no more, still looking at her and wide eyes*
*is sort of o.O at all this, whoa* Do...do you need me, miss?
I do. *presses a hand to the wound* Bandages. *and my name is Galadriel, damnit*
You're breaking your promise. If you want me to kill him, then I will. /I/ will. Not you. *going to start dragging. will worry about the sword later*
*gets some out of her little bag and hands them to her* Here you go.
*is going to be kicking and screaming, yes, and pissed off at a brother* I keep my promises! I'm not done with you you wimp! *and a trail of insults of the sort* You motherfuckingsonofawhore!
*oh, okay, /fine/* *going to find a pressure point to knock him out and /use/ it*
*takes them* Thank you. There are herbs and water in the bag. Mix them. *is going to clot that nasty wound now, deal with the rest later.*
*does just that, albeit a little messily* Here? *holds out the mixture awkwardly*
*damn you. Is knocked out*
*at least it doesn't hurt so much now? just kind of lying there, yeah, is helpful*
*hoists him over a shoulder and is going to lug him up to his room, then. and dump him in it. And lock the door. only then, looking at his unconscious brother on his bed, does he start shaking.*
*So helpful, indeed. Still putting on pressure points, and murmuring soothing words in Quenya - Daeron should pass out anytime now*
*yep, is out, and limp*
*impressed with Galie skillz, yo* ...Will he be all right?
*is going to turn, trusting the brother will be calmer and Daeron will be out of danger when he wakes up. if he survives. is going to go downstairs and back ouside, face oddly still*
*focused* If we can...*she stops, as if hearing something*. Take the satchels, my student. We must move anon. *and is going to take a Sindarin elf in her arms and carry him /away/ because she doesn't trust Cleeg not to finish the work his brother started*
*pauses a bit away* Is he going to survive? *quietly*
Yes. He is. *quietly* *and feeling a bit shitty for thinking that of him a minute there*
*grabs the bags, and follows her, still o.O at all this*
*a slight nod, and is going to go over and pick up his sword, looking at the blood on it a bit blankly* All right.
*and so taking Daeron away, then, and not towards the Mansion* ::Will you be alright, cousin?:: *telepathically, yes*
*a nod, silently, and is going to turn and walk the other way*
*yep, is all limp and unconscious, whee*
*to Iphigenia* He cannot stay in the Mansion any longer. *softly* Not until Moryo has calmed. I will ask a favor of the Edain folk.
*walking walking walking, is going to vanish into the woods eventually and doesn't stop. just walking, eyes fixed ahead and blank*
...Oh. *just nods because agh this is really a lot for her to handle right now*
*after a bit, they walk, and there is a hut. It's empty.* He is not here. *she sniffs the air* Perhaps later. *she goes in, then.*
*follows, heh* What...what are...we doing?
*is walking, eventually just runs out of steam, somewhere in the woods. stops. goes to his knees, drops his face in his shaking hands, and is /crying/, harder than he ever has in his life before now, the ache far too keen, wants to /die/ really does but knows that he can't - plunges the sword into the snow and pulls it out, cleaning the blood off. if only washing the rest of it away was so easy.*
The man who lives here will not mind. *lays Daeron on the bed, quietly* But we must tend to his wounds.
How badly is he hurt?
*small twitch and a moan. is so not equipped to deal with pain.*
He has lost a lot of blood. *softly, and is cleaning - the bad would has clotted* Tear his shirt, Iphigenia. We must stitch him.
*tears it, a bit too gingerly perhaps*...s--stitch him? *gahhhhhhh*
Yes, we must do this now, to prevent more blood loss. *calmly* *She dabs ointment onto his wound, quiet a moment* Prepare the needle, my student. *softly*
*so, threads the needle and hands it to her, a bit unsure*
*examines the needle, and starts to stitch, quietly* He has other wounds. Clean them, as you saw me do.
*stirs again with a quiet noise for the stitching*
*ghfhghfhg* Oh? But...but the blood...
The blood is his, and you wish to help him, do you not? *quietly, uncompromisingly*
*nodnod* Yes...*okay, so cleans the wounds, grimacing, though because ewwww*
*still stitching, carefully, and doesn't interrupt herself* You don't mind, wizard, do you? *she doesn't even lift her head.*
Here...are these clean enough? *sort of gestures* I...I did what you said.
*there is no-one visible yet, but the voice is grandfatherly* Of course not, Galadriel of the Golden Wood.
*ack WHAT* *turns around, startled* Um...who's there?
The Istari. *quietly* Our host. *still stitching, yes.* You are instilling unnecessary fear in my pupil, Merlin the Keeper of the Key. Show yourself.
*is kind of waking up, sort of*
*with a descriptive expletive* --fuuuck.
*!!* Oh...he's awake!
*an old hand pulls the curtain of the hut and an old man comes in, looking like a hermit* Of course he is, young apprentice. Do not start when cleaning a wound. *gently chastizing*
*opens one eye blurrily* ....I still have a tongue. *slightly slurred*
*a bit of a wry smile* Yes, you do. Use it wisely, Daeron. And don't move. I'm still stitching you.
*so not moving even if he wanted to. closes the eye again* Interesting.
Isn't it? *absently* Rest. *yes, suggestion!* You are safe here.
*out like a light, yep*
*impressed* What else needs to be done?
Nothing more, for now, but you should visit him, perhaps. *gently*
Here?
*lights up a pipe* My Lady. You should at least make introductions, if I am to give shelter to your folk. *sedately*
*an amused smile* Yes, here. *to Iphi.* Master Merlin, this is Iphigenia of Mycenea. My pupil.
*would also really like to know what happened there, things got a bit confusing*
*smiles at Merlin and curtsies* Hello, sir.
My Lady. *he bows, really just a half bow, he's Merlin after all*
*slips a hand in Daeron's reassuring*
*for that purpose stirs again, kind of surfacing* ---if I'm not dead, *at the ceiling* What happened?
Tyelkormo stopped his brother from killing you. *gently*
*blink* I didn't hear you right, say again.
You heard me right. *firmly*
*stares at her* His sword went through my shoulder. If I remember correctly.
You...sir, I...Galadriel and I helped heal you. *nods*
I figured that much. *still kind of slurred*
*sighs* And now it looks like her Ladyship is dumping you on me. Daeron, is that correct?
Merlin... *warningly* You owe us this much.
I haven't the least idea what's going on now. And what about that, Lady?
*to Daeron* Don't worry, sir. You'll be all right. *it's the least she can do, comforting him*
Since I'm not dead yet, I figured that much. *still looking at Galie*
What's happening, is that you are my guest, Daeron, for a bit. Her Ladyship seems to have decided this was best. *and a long tug of pipe*
I'm asking Galadriel what happened. *frowning, still, and vaguely distracted*
It is as it was told to you. *quietly* Celegorm stopped Caranthir from killing you. Iphigenia fetched me, and we are now here, in the wizard's hut, attempting to heal you. He owes me a favor, and will shelter you as long as I tell him to.
I heard you wrong again. He /stabbed/ me.
But she used magic! *points at Galadriel**nodnod*
Well yes, I'm talking about the... "not being killed" thing. Though I suppose you could say he stopped his brother to go through with it himself.
Had Celegorm wanted to deliver a lethal blow, he would have done so. *firmly* I know his mind and his heart.
*eyebrows, doesn't really believe her, but sinking again* --still have the rabbit. *at Iphi*
*notices, hah* Oh! Yes...he follows me.
*kind of smile* Huh. Goddamn Feanorians...
*is probably out again now*
Now, Iphigenia, please. We need to know what happened.
*nooooooooooo*...Um. I. I--don't want to talk about it. *because it was scary and reminded me of Bad Things* I...I think it might be my fault. *promptly bursts into tears*
*speaking of bunnies, is going to pick it up curiously*
*rests a gentle hand on Iphigenia's shoulder* It could not possibly be your fault. Start from the beginning. *soothingly, yes, a bit of suggestion there*
Well...I...the other day, I met Tyelko, and he talked about...wolves being bad, and I thought he was going to hurt my friend Firekeeper, so...I was worried. And then I ran into Daeron and told him about it and today I saw Tyelko again in the kitchen and I was worried still about Firekeeper and Daeron came in and I thought he could help but then...
*a listening sound, gentle*
*and the same here, but stroking her back, actually, soothingly*
*continues, then* and and then they argued and I tried to stop them and and then...*she squints, scared* I don't know! There was fighting and Caranthir yelled at me and and it was scary and I didn't know what to do!
*still soothing* There was nothing you could do. When Carnistir loses control, nothing can be done to stop him. You did what you could.
*is listening to all this - he kind of needs to know who he's hosting, after all*
He...doesn't like me, I don't think.
He only likes a few. It's no reflection on you.
*comes wandering downstairs, wearing his sword and his Winsol present, a thick and very fine fur trimmed black cloak, a silver device embroidered where it rests over his shoulder*
*sees him and is just kind of :| at him* Hello.
...*looks up and blinks at the :| a little* --good morning. *looks quite a bit more lordly than he usually does. probably has something to do with the less visible crazy* You are well?
I am, sir. *:/* And you?
As well, thank you. *nods a bit. yeah. really. no arguing.* *pause* The boys?
*a slight smile* They're fine. *wonders if this is the right time to try to convince him about Firekeeper--ah, the hell with it* Sir, the other day--I...I've been worrying. *:|*
*blink slight frown* Worrying? *attentive, because Irisse really does like her!*
I...I know you said that wolves...were bad--were evil to you...but Firekeeper...she's my friend. I--I don't think you should hurt her. *is standing now, actually, nervous but determined*
*slight frown* I don't know her. It's just...it's important to be sure, especially where they're concerned. You're young. You don't know the...dangers, the disguises the Enemy can take on.
...I know, but please don't...don't be rash. *a little frown as well*
What do you mean, don't be rash? *narrows his eyes a little* Is it rash to attempt to ensure their safety?
*quickly* No, no! I'm not saying that! It's just...I don't want any unnecessary...injuries. *sort of winces at that, because gahhh death*
No one will be hurt unless it is necessary.
...But...*deeeep breath, and stands up straighter* I do not think this is necessary, sir.
He's been here before. And even if...he has servants.
I don't think Firekeeper is evil, sir. *:|*
You don't think. You're not sure. And it's...the deceiver. *paces* You see what he wants you to see. And you don't have the same...sense of him.
*okay, is getting a little freaked out and irritated* All right...I'll concede that. But. But...I have seen evil before. *in my father, kthanks* I...do not sense it in her.
Not this kind of evil. It's not the /same./
*:|*...Sir. I...*ghfjhgf UGHHHHH will probably ball her fists up, gahh because she's frustrated*
You /what?/ *frustrated and annoyed and worried, gaah*
I..I do not approve of what you're planning. *hmmmph! >:|*
So you don't approve. Fine. That doesn't remove the need to go through with it.
*!!!!!* But...but...*gahhh flailing right now, Tyelko!*
It's /necessary/. I /have/ to be sure they're safe.
*comes wandering by, trying to be inconspicuous*
Sir!...I....*ghgdfjghjdfhgjfhgjfh!*
You what? *impatient*
*sees Daeron, actually* Please, help me knock some sense into him! *flailllll*
*almost wavers, for a minute, almost walks away. but there's a little too much bitter for that now. steps into the room and looks levelly at Tyelko* What is it?
He...he wants to hurt my friend. :(
*almost jarred* --Daeron, *not quite warning*
Your...wolf-souled friend?
Yes, her. *nodnod*
That doesn't suggest anything to you? Letting /wolves/ near them-
Please, sir....I want to protect the boys just as much as you do. But...
Maybe wolves are only significant to you. *pleasantly* I heard you killed yourself.
*o.O* I...please, don't argue...I just want the boys /and/ my friend to be safe.
*tense* ---what does that have to do with anything?
They will be. *firmly* Are you - either of you, really, familiar with the idea of poetic justice?
*jgfhgjhfjgf oh whoa they don't like each other* *huh?*...No?
*nope, really don't* ...yes, I have.
*still pleasant* Were the wolves an intentional repetition of Finrod's fate, or was that entirely coincidence? I thought it had a nice symmetry to it - you sent him to the wolves, and then yourself...how was that, by the way?
*is confused*....Sirs, this is about my /friend/, here, not...whatever you're talking about.
*flash of nausea, catches himself on the counter* What do you want, Daeron.
Why...*turns to face Daeron* Do you have some sort of vendetta against him?
I'm making sure your friend is safe. *quietly* Want? I want my home back. I want you and your brothers back dead where you belong. Unfortunately, it doesn't look like I'm going to get any of my wishes. *pause* Yes, I do. *not going to deny that!*
Um...*aghhh!* Please, don't fight...*omgomgomg*
Shut /up/ about my brothers. *not quite savagely*
I don't fight. *slight headtilt* Gladly. It's not them I'm angry with, anyway. That's just your luck. Tell me, what was Luthien Tinuviel to /you?/
Please...stop it! *is kind of helpless, here*
*echoes her* Stop - /don't./ *holding himself up on the counter, more or less, unable to look away*
Was that why you spoke so passionately for the destruction of Doriath? So you could destroy everything, truly, that would not be yours. Pride and greed. Another's flaws as well, are they not? *is, yes, elegantly vicious*
*firmly* You two obviously have differences, but. You both want to protect the boys, and I think...you need *whoa what?* Sirs! *more to Daeron, actually, but gahhhh*
*head goes back, pain on his face* /No./ I am /not/- /stop./
*okay, will actually attempt to /grab/ Daeron and keep him away from Tyelko* PLEASE!
I only think it's a pity that you didn't get the chance to really feel them burn and know for yourself what evil you had wrought, that even your own father's jewels sought to burn you. Just as they did him...
*allows himself to be grabbed, is not going anywhere, eyes blazing almost fanatically*
Don't. It's /done with./ *almost desperately*
PLEASE. STOP IT. *>:|* Both of you.
No *savagely* That's where you're wrong. It's not over. It's not done with. Not as long as one still lives and remembers, it will never be done with. And I live. I remember. So it is not done with.
*flinches* /No./
*and here enters a Cara, yes, uninvited and unannounced. And upon spotting Daeron* YOU.
*gfgjfhgjfgjfhjghj oh gods there's going to be bloodshed* You--please...*to Daeron* Sir, I understand your pain, but...*gjdjdfhgfd WHAT ANOTHER ONE* Oh gods. *sort of backs away in fear*
*turns, as he throws something at Tyelko* Here. Someone took it off your dead body and it came to me. I don't want anything of /yours./ *looks up at Cara, eyes blazing* And I am /finished./
*to Iphigenia* I'm not going to hurt you, stop being a pussy. *and is going to grip that Dearonthing by the collar, yes he is. Fiercely*
*jghfj >:|* Sir.
*is holding himself up by the counter, eyes closed* Moryo...
*looks up at him defiantly* Isn't there enough blood on your hands?
I told that piece of shit to stay out of this place, and he knows what will happen now. *and is going to just grab the Daeron, and proceed to hauling, yes* Apparently you decided there wasn't.
*gjjfhgjhfdj!!!* STOP IT. ALL OF YOU. *is shouting now, actually, thanks everyone for pissing her off*
*tries to drag himself up* /Moryo./ You'll hurt yourself.
I don't take orders from children. *didn't even hear the brother, and Daeron is getting a punch in the face, here and now*
*head snaps back, spits blood in Cara's face*
*!!* I am /not/ a child, sir, I am a princess. *gasps at the punch because omg*
Moryo! *louder* Let /me./
*an evil grin, looking at Daeron* And I'm a prince, and much older than you, kid. *to Tyelko* Sorry, brother. You can take a number.
You're going to hurt yourself. *does not sound happy about this*
*is just standing there in horror, probably crying a little from fear*
Do I look like a fucking sissy? *and is still hauling a Daeron... wait. is that a window?....*
Look, you made the girl cry. *through the blood from his nose*
That's not /it/ - *your conscience, you felt bad enough about almost killing him!*
*on the killing edge, reason, we has it not. Daeron, you're being thrown out the window*
*hggjhfgjfhjghjfh WHAT* *sort of shrieks a little*
*!!!! ow! scrambling to his feet and bleeding more, backing up rapidly*
*jerks over to Iphi and turns her* Don't look- *gaaaaah this is - gaaaaaaaaaaaaah*
*gjfjkgjf well, she already sort of saw, kthanks* What--we--he needs help--
Stay here. *moving, can crumple up and die later, needs to keep the brother from doing things he'll regret*
No. *and jumping out the window too, because tongue-cutting should not happen in front of the Edain girl.* Take care of her.
*ghjfrhgjfhg STAY? Thanks, really. THANKS.* *is just going to stare because omgomgomg BLOOD and was this what it was like when she--gah*
*already out the door and moving fast to catch the brother* Moryo - /no./
*is glad he doesn't sink through the snow and limping as fast as possible for the woods*
*is fast on Daeron's heels, and pulling his knife out, he's not forgiving any of this, no he is not*
*running after his brother* /Moryo!/
*is probably just sitting on the kitchen floor sobbing now, thanks everybody*
*aaaah fuck needs a safe place to be /now/ trying to think fast*
*still running after Daeron, and might tackle him, typist willing?*
*tackled, and going to curl up defensively, can't cut out my tongue if he can't get to it!*
Moryo - you /don't want to do this./
*puts his blade to Daeron's ears* I can cut something else if you don't obey, you pig. *he's gone, Cleeg, he really is*
Obey what? *into his protecting arms, yes*
*fighting his way over to them* /MORYO!/ *roared, yes, with all the energy he can muster*
*is going to stab at his arms, yes* I ordered you away from my family you sicko.
*noise of pain and kind of thrashes, still keeping his face hidden* She /asked/ for my help.
Not her. My brother. Stay the fucking hell away from my brother, you arsehole. *and a kick to his stomach, yes.*
*/ow/ curls up more, desperately keeping his face covered*
*draws his sword in a hiss of steel and pushes himself faster, almost there, just don't kill him, dammit*
*is going to stab at his shoulder. Repeatedly - but maybe there's enough time for Cleeg to stop him before the wound is lethal*
*dives and is going to bring sword down hard through that shoulder and tackle Cara off in one movement, holding onto him tightly*
*fighting at the brother, not really realizing who he's fighting, maybe throwing him a punch*
*takes it, teeth gritted, even if ow because brother is strong and pissed off even more formidable* Moryo - Moryo, look at me, it's /me/, look at me-
*/OWFUCK/ screams and kind of pinned by the shoulder*
*eyes wild, gets ready for another much, knife in hand, almost hits a brother and then... * oh /shit/. *stops short*
*had his teeth gritted and ready to take it again but relaxes at the recognition. sort of. Still holding him* It's me.
*eyes still wild, because he's in combat mood right now* Fuck off, Turko. Let me bleed this pig. I should have the first time. *harshly*
*still screaming because ow ow ow that hurts*
No. You won't. Because you'll feel bad about it later. And you don't need that on your conscience. Don't need /him/ on your conscience. *fiercely*
*would /really/ like some help here thanks /owwww/ sword through the shoulder*
I won't. I'm a bastard. A monster. And I want him out of our lives. *spat*
You're not. A monster. *still holding him down, yep* You're /not./
*yep, is totally bleeding unhelpfully like a quite literally stuck pig and quite loud about it, too*
*so it totally running into the greenhouse, looking for Galie, because hey, she's the smartest elf Iphi knows and one that's not involved in this mess* Is anyone here?! *sort of frantic, yes*
*hears the call, actually was preparing a satchel* Come. There is little time to waste. *hands a bag to Iphigenia.*
*takes bag sort of awkwardly* Oh? You...knew about this? *follows*
*pretty little scene here, Daeron skewered to the ground and screaming/bleeding and Tyelko holding Cara to the ground*
Brother. *insistently* /Look/ at me.
*is going to ignore the Feanorians, yes, and not quite a facepalm* Iphigenia, prepare needle and thread.
*stares at the brother, belligerantly* Oh shit, that /witch/ is here.
*ghjfhgf all right, will do that* ...What are we doing?
Then let's go. *evenly* I'm taking you inside. To your room. Stay there.
*moves quickly* Daeron. Look into my eyes. *is hypnotizing him already, her hand on the hilt of the sword*
*not screaming anymore so much as panting ow ow ow ow fuuuck ow* ---*looks at her, wildeyed a bit*
He called our mother a whore. *flatly, and not going*
*grits his teeth* And he's hurting. I don't want you hurting too. *stands up, holding the brother's arm, tightly*
*looking still into Daeron's eyes, she trusts Tyelko to handle Cara implicitly* There is no pain. *yes, suggestion and hypnotism* *and once that's worked, she's going to remove the sword in one economical move*
I promised him I'd have his tongue. *harshly, still resisting*
*intake of breath but no more, still looking at her and wide eyes*
*is sort of o.O at all this, whoa* Do...do you need me, miss?
I do. *presses a hand to the wound* Bandages. *and my name is Galadriel, damnit*
You're breaking your promise. If you want me to kill him, then I will. /I/ will. Not you. *going to start dragging. will worry about the sword later*
*gets some out of her little bag and hands them to her* Here you go.
*is going to be kicking and screaming, yes, and pissed off at a brother* I keep my promises! I'm not done with you you wimp! *and a trail of insults of the sort* You motherfuckingsonofawhore!
*oh, okay, /fine/* *going to find a pressure point to knock him out and /use/ it*
*takes them* Thank you. There are herbs and water in the bag. Mix them. *is going to clot that nasty wound now, deal with the rest later.*
*does just that, albeit a little messily* Here? *holds out the mixture awkwardly*
*damn you. Is knocked out*
*at least it doesn't hurt so much now? just kind of lying there, yeah, is helpful*
*hoists him over a shoulder and is going to lug him up to his room, then. and dump him in it. And lock the door. only then, looking at his unconscious brother on his bed, does he start shaking.*
*So helpful, indeed. Still putting on pressure points, and murmuring soothing words in Quenya - Daeron should pass out anytime now*
*yep, is out, and limp*
*impressed with Galie skillz, yo* ...Will he be all right?
*is going to turn, trusting the brother will be calmer and Daeron will be out of danger when he wakes up. if he survives. is going to go downstairs and back ouside, face oddly still*
*focused* If we can...*she stops, as if hearing something*. Take the satchels, my student. We must move anon. *and is going to take a Sindarin elf in her arms and carry him /away/ because she doesn't trust Cleeg not to finish the work his brother started*
*pauses a bit away* Is he going to survive? *quietly*
Yes. He is. *quietly* *and feeling a bit shitty for thinking that of him a minute there*
*grabs the bags, and follows her, still o.O at all this*
*a slight nod, and is going to go over and pick up his sword, looking at the blood on it a bit blankly* All right.
*and so taking Daeron away, then, and not towards the Mansion* ::Will you be alright, cousin?:: *telepathically, yes*
*a nod, silently, and is going to turn and walk the other way*
*yep, is all limp and unconscious, whee*
*to Iphigenia* He cannot stay in the Mansion any longer. *softly* Not until Moryo has calmed. I will ask a favor of the Edain folk.
*walking walking walking, is going to vanish into the woods eventually and doesn't stop. just walking, eyes fixed ahead and blank*
...Oh. *just nods because agh this is really a lot for her to handle right now*
*after a bit, they walk, and there is a hut. It's empty.* He is not here. *she sniffs the air* Perhaps later. *she goes in, then.*
*follows, heh* What...what are...we doing?
*is walking, eventually just runs out of steam, somewhere in the woods. stops. goes to his knees, drops his face in his shaking hands, and is /crying/, harder than he ever has in his life before now, the ache far too keen, wants to /die/ really does but knows that he can't - plunges the sword into the snow and pulls it out, cleaning the blood off. if only washing the rest of it away was so easy.*
The man who lives here will not mind. *lays Daeron on the bed, quietly* But we must tend to his wounds.
How badly is he hurt?
*small twitch and a moan. is so not equipped to deal with pain.*
He has lost a lot of blood. *softly, and is cleaning - the bad would has clotted* Tear his shirt, Iphigenia. We must stitch him.
*tears it, a bit too gingerly perhaps*...s--stitch him? *gahhhhhhh*
Yes, we must do this now, to prevent more blood loss. *calmly* *She dabs ointment onto his wound, quiet a moment* Prepare the needle, my student. *softly*
*so, threads the needle and hands it to her, a bit unsure*
*examines the needle, and starts to stitch, quietly* He has other wounds. Clean them, as you saw me do.
*stirs again with a quiet noise for the stitching*
*ghfhghfhg* Oh? But...but the blood...
The blood is his, and you wish to help him, do you not? *quietly, uncompromisingly*
*nodnod* Yes...*okay, so cleans the wounds, grimacing, though because ewwww*
*still stitching, carefully, and doesn't interrupt herself* You don't mind, wizard, do you? *she doesn't even lift her head.*
Here...are these clean enough? *sort of gestures* I...I did what you said.
*there is no-one visible yet, but the voice is grandfatherly* Of course not, Galadriel of the Golden Wood.
*ack WHAT* *turns around, startled* Um...who's there?
The Istari. *quietly* Our host. *still stitching, yes.* You are instilling unnecessary fear in my pupil, Merlin the Keeper of the Key. Show yourself.
*is kind of waking up, sort of*
*with a descriptive expletive* --fuuuck.
*!!* Oh...he's awake!
*an old hand pulls the curtain of the hut and an old man comes in, looking like a hermit* Of course he is, young apprentice. Do not start when cleaning a wound. *gently chastizing*
*opens one eye blurrily* ....I still have a tongue. *slightly slurred*
*a bit of a wry smile* Yes, you do. Use it wisely, Daeron. And don't move. I'm still stitching you.
*so not moving even if he wanted to. closes the eye again* Interesting.
Isn't it? *absently* Rest. *yes, suggestion!* You are safe here.
*out like a light, yep*
*impressed* What else needs to be done?
Nothing more, for now, but you should visit him, perhaps. *gently*
Here?
*lights up a pipe* My Lady. You should at least make introductions, if I am to give shelter to your folk. *sedately*
*an amused smile* Yes, here. *to Iphi.* Master Merlin, this is Iphigenia of Mycenea. My pupil.
*would also really like to know what happened there, things got a bit confusing*
*smiles at Merlin and curtsies* Hello, sir.
My Lady. *he bows, really just a half bow, he's Merlin after all*
*slips a hand in Daeron's reassuring*
*for that purpose stirs again, kind of surfacing* ---if I'm not dead, *at the ceiling* What happened?
Tyelkormo stopped his brother from killing you. *gently*
*blink* I didn't hear you right, say again.
You heard me right. *firmly*
*stares at her* His sword went through my shoulder. If I remember correctly.
You...sir, I...Galadriel and I helped heal you. *nods*
I figured that much. *still kind of slurred*
*sighs* And now it looks like her Ladyship is dumping you on me. Daeron, is that correct?
Merlin... *warningly* You owe us this much.
I haven't the least idea what's going on now. And what about that, Lady?
*to Daeron* Don't worry, sir. You'll be all right. *it's the least she can do, comforting him*
Since I'm not dead yet, I figured that much. *still looking at Galie*
What's happening, is that you are my guest, Daeron, for a bit. Her Ladyship seems to have decided this was best. *and a long tug of pipe*
I'm asking Galadriel what happened. *frowning, still, and vaguely distracted*
It is as it was told to you. *quietly* Celegorm stopped Caranthir from killing you. Iphigenia fetched me, and we are now here, in the wizard's hut, attempting to heal you. He owes me a favor, and will shelter you as long as I tell him to.
I heard you wrong again. He /stabbed/ me.
But she used magic! *points at Galadriel**nodnod*
Well yes, I'm talking about the... "not being killed" thing. Though I suppose you could say he stopped his brother to go through with it himself.
Had Celegorm wanted to deliver a lethal blow, he would have done so. *firmly* I know his mind and his heart.
*eyebrows, doesn't really believe her, but sinking again* --still have the rabbit. *at Iphi*
*notices, hah* Oh! Yes...he follows me.
*kind of smile* Huh. Goddamn Feanorians...
*is probably out again now*
Now, Iphigenia, please. We need to know what happened.
*nooooooooooo*...Um. I. I--don't want to talk about it. *because it was scary and reminded me of Bad Things* I...I think it might be my fault. *promptly bursts into tears*
*speaking of bunnies, is going to pick it up curiously*
*rests a gentle hand on Iphigenia's shoulder* It could not possibly be your fault. Start from the beginning. *soothingly, yes, a bit of suggestion there*
Well...I...the other day, I met Tyelko, and he talked about...wolves being bad, and I thought he was going to hurt my friend Firekeeper, so...I was worried. And then I ran into Daeron and told him about it and today I saw Tyelko again in the kitchen and I was worried still about Firekeeper and Daeron came in and I thought he could help but then...
*a listening sound, gentle*
*and the same here, but stroking her back, actually, soothingly*
*continues, then* and and then they argued and I tried to stop them and and then...*she squints, scared* I don't know! There was fighting and Caranthir yelled at me and and it was scary and I didn't know what to do!
*still soothing* There was nothing you could do. When Carnistir loses control, nothing can be done to stop him. You did what you could.
*is listening to all this - he kind of needs to know who he's hosting, after all*
He...doesn't like me, I don't think.
He only likes a few. It's no reflection on you.