Well this sucks.

[valiantfinwe]

In one sudden and startling stroke of catastrophe, Fingon seems to have lost most/all of his friends. And his sister.

So not on.

He's brooding outside, having just finished practicing, washing his face off with water from the hose and frowning vaguely.

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[sissy_queen]

T: Galadriel says she takes exception of the all his friends, comment. And Nik says he's not pissed at him, he's just busy - but maybe he doesn't quite count as a friend.

At any rate, here's another isolated monarch. Gwen will notice him, and impressed by his bearing and stature, will break of her usual shyness.

"Good day, Lord."

He very clearly is someone of importance. It's visible.

[valiantfinwe]

He straightens, and then bows. "Lady," clearly, because he can still handle strangers. "Good day."

[sissy_queen]

"And to you, sir." She looks at him curiously. "You have the bearing of a king."

[valiantfinwe]

He lifts his head a little, proudly. "I am High King of the Noldor, Lady."

[sissy_queen]

"Aye, so you bear it. Would that my Lord be here," she sighs. "That he may speak with thee."

[valiantfinwe]

"Your lord?"

[sissy_queen]

"King Arthur of Camelot." With pride as well, a great deal of it.

[valiantfinwe]

"Camelot?"

[sissy_queen]

"Aye." She smiles, proudly. "The kingdom of Britain, Lord. I am Queen Guinevere."

[valiantfinwe]

"Of the Edain," and he does sound interested.

[sissy_queen]

"Of the Britons." She's never heard the word Edain.

[valiantfinwe]

"Of Men, though, correct?"

[sissy_queen]

"Aye." Of what else could it be? She's not really computing that this guy isn't human.

[valiantfinwe]

"Artanis had said there wasn't one..."

[sissy_queen]

"I am sorry, who?"

Gwen doesn't know Galadriel.

[valiantfinwe]

"My cousin. She said that there was no king of the Edain."