*uses the naked icon ;)*
I had quite an interesting day, yesterday!
Améniel: *is swimming in one of the deeper fountains, her clothing folded neatly by the side*
Fingon: *wanders by, ducks down to watch*
Améniel: *does not notice and continues to enjoy her swim*
Fingon: *creeps closer*
Améniel: *notices a duck on the water, splashes in it's direction to shoo it*
Fingon: *miiight be in trouble if he gets caught, creeps closer anyway because he does that sort of thing*
Améniel: *finally notices Fingon and decides to splash some water in his direction*
Fingon: Hey! *laughs*
Améniel: If you sneak about like a thief in the night, a girl could mistake you for just that. *giggles and splashes again*
Fingon: <.< Who knows? I may have to sneak you away *comes to the edge of the fountain*
Améniel: Oh really? *slips out of the fountain to sit on the edge of it - yes, quite naked*
Fingon: I've been known
Améniel: *runs her fingers through her hair to smooth it and pulls it back neatly* Have you? By whom? I can't say I know you. Not even by your name.
Fingon: Oh most everyone *airily* Somehow I've managed to keep my reputation MOSTLY under wraps though. *grins* I'm Fingon.
Améniel: Ah. King Fingolfin's son. I always thought you'd be ...louder. *grins back* I'm Ameniel, and I must admit to being curious about this reputation of yours. Are you referring to those rumours of a certain son of Feanor?
Fingon: Those sadly are false rumors that were blown out of hand as a cruel joke *LIE LIE LIE. WAS YOUNG AND IN LOVE*
Améniel: And here I was hoping for a dirty story. Pass me my dress? I think I'm dry enough now. *points to the garment*
Fingon: If I must *passes it over* I must say that I prefer you as you are right now though. >.>
Améniel: My ada has this silly idea that my nudity is impolite. Since you are the son of the high-king, I suspect I have to be polite in front of you so I should put it on again. *does so* You know how parents are with those silly ideas.
Fingon: Oh always *little sniff* There's something weird and inhibited about their generation
Améniel: *pats Fingon's cheek* But even they had to be naked at some point. I mean, we weren't conceived through a single kiss to our mothers.
Fingon: You'd hope. Because I'd probably be in trouble.
Améniel: In trouble? For what?
Fingon: Oh in trouble in the people would be with child sense if kissing did that. *grins*
Améniel: Ah! *laughs* Me too, I think. Though I'm almost always in trouble for some reason, so I don't think it'd really matter.
Fingon: Me too sadly. It seems like breathing pisses people off sometimes
Améniel: I haven't had that one. Mostly it's just things like "wear shoes when you leave the house!" and "we have doors for a reason" and "why is your hair full of leaves again?"
Fingon: "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE NOW?" Is mostly what I hear.
Fingon: and its usually when I haven't really done anything either. Adar is so SUSPICIOUS
Améniel: Ooh. I've had that one. Like the time when I kind of accidentally set fire to ada's office.
Fingon: That one sounds exciting.
Améniel: It really was an accident. That time. I had gone in to borrow some ink and accidentally knocked over some candles when Lai startled me by looking in. Luckily he helped me put it out before too much got burned.
Fingon: Well that part is good at least. *nods* Fire can be fun in small doses.
Améniel: *grins* Yes. Like burning the ends of Lai's hair. Except then he twists my arms behind my back and holds me there until I give up my matches.
Fingon: Ouch. My sister's done that to me before. Usually she takes Turgon's side in arguments and they both turn against me.
Fingon: I think it is because I am the favorite
Améniel: Probably. *nods* Ada always takes Lai's side because he's 'older and more responsible'. It's not fair, though, since I'm his daughter and Lai is only his nephew.
Fingon: Oh that IS unfair. *nodding* Something should be done!
Améniel: Oh, I'm not worried about it. I usually just put salt in ada's tea when he does that.
Fingon: Ooh subtle
Améniel: That usually leads to the "ladylike" speech, though. I suppose you wouldn't have gotten that one. "Ladies don't play tricks. Ladies always wear clothing and shoes. Ladies don't own daggers. Ladies don't know naughty words and never speak them." And so on until I fall asleep.
Fingon: I can't say I have no. Mostly the one about proper heirs is what I get. And about not making people ashamed to know me
Améniel: I can't be an heir, I think I'm glad. It means I can escape to play once in a while. You should have found me yesterday! I was throwing stuff at people from a tree!
Fingon: Ooh. I haven't played that game since I was little. I miss it sometimes
Améniel: There was this one really cute blonde guy that I got his hair all full of leaves. I should have asked his name, though. He thought it was really funny.
Fingon: Sounds kind of Glorfindel like. He'd enjoy that
Améniel: If it was him, maybe I should see if he wants to do other stuff like that with me. Ada does say I need to find myself a nice man to make me settle down.
Fingon: You have to be very careful not to touch his ass unless he asks.
Améniel: What? *blinks* I never said I wanted to touch his ass. Though... *ponders*
Fingon: Oh its a warning for the future. *sage nod*
Améniel: *shrugs* Blondes have never been my thing, anyway. I like dark hair. It always bugged me that I never inherited proper dark hair, myself.
Fingon: *little beam at this* Your hair is very pretty though
Améniel: You think so? *touches her hair* Lai says so too, but I usually tell him to fuck off when he does, because I know he's just trying to be a good cousin.
Fingon: No really. Its like...dark hair can get so BORING to look at after a bit. Its nice to see something else
Améniel: *smiles* Thank you. I still like dark hair, though. Know who has really beautiful hair?
Fingon: Who? *curious*
Améniel: *leans in to whisper in Fingon's ear* Your father. *grins, sliding her fingers through Fingon's hair* And if I may be so bold, I am quite glad you seem to have inherited it from him.
Fingon: *heey score* Why thank you.
Améniel: *allows her fingers to move gently against Fingon's cheek* You seem to have his rather noble cheekbones as well. Is all your family so blessed?
Fingon: Well I suppose we ARE rather lucky if you're into that sort of thing. You though..*grins* I've never met anyone like you before. In a good way
Améniel: If you had, I think I would have to find her and kill her. There really only should be one of me. *giggles*
Fingon: *grin* I agree. If there were more than one of you I wouldn't be able to work out which I liked best and there would be all sorts of problems
Améniel: Hmmn... *presses a finger to her lips thoughtfully* I wouldn't have that problem. I'm sure I could find things to do with two of you.
Fingon: <.<
Améniel: *laughs* Well, I'd be worried about exhausting you, is all.
Fingon: It would be fun to get to that point though
Améniel: That, I'm afraid, is one of many things a Lady should not know. *nods in mock-seriousness*
Fingon: I suppose not sadly
Améniel: If you ask me, a Lady never has any fun. I have no idea why I'm supposed to be one. I'm much happier swimming in the fountains and climbing trees.
Fingon: I would be too
Améniel: Oh really? *grins and pushes Fingon into the fountain*
Fingon: Heey! *laughs and flails*
Améniel: You -said- you'd be happier there. *leans over to splash some more water at him*
Fingon: *SPLASHES BACK*
Améniel: *shrieks and giggles, trying to sheild herself with her hands* No! I tried so hard to keep my dress dry, you wanker.
Fingon: *G* I wonder how THAT problem could be fixed >.>
Améniel: By moving away from the fountain? *grins, backing away a little*
Fingon: nooooo
Améniel: Oh, I see how it is. You just want me naked and wet.
Fingon: Would you object if I said yes?
Améniel: I'll get back to you on that. *takes off the dress, folding it neatly, and slips back into the water near Fingon*
Fingon: *G* *swims over to her*
Améniel: *slips her arms around his waist, moving against him* Now you have me naked, wet and pressed against you. *grins* Every man's dream?
Fingon: Every sane man's
Améniel: Aww, so not you, then?
Fingon: I like to think I'm pretty close to sane
Améniel: Trust me, if you were I doubt I'd like you. *pushes Fingon under the water again*
Fingon: *comes up sputtering, attempts to grab and push her back under*
Améniel: Ah! Watch what you're-- *goes under*
Fingon: *lets her up, laughing* Gotcha!
Améniel: *raises an eyebrow, looking down at a rather inappropriately placed hand* Why yes, I think you do. *laughs*
Fingon: Ooops! That doesn't make you look very ladylike, I'm sorry
Améniel: Could be worse. Someone could catch us kissing in here...
Fingon: Kissing could be fun
Fingon: But in somewhere less visible
Améniel: That might be best. I suspect both our fathers would be angry to see us right now.
Fingon: They'd probably throw fits
Améniel: I think mine would be happy to see me kissing someone, but not so happy to see me naked yet again. *grins* So... you have somewhere less visible in mind?
Fingon: *thinks about possible places*
Fingon: Its not really ROMANTIC but there IS an old workshop no one uses now
Améniel: Oooh... he wants romantic! *places a kiss on Fingon's nose* There's also a couple trees I can think of that might be pretty private, but that could be awkward...
Fingon: Hmm trees maybe for a more adventurous time
Améniel: Is that a promise? *ponders* Why don't we just find a secluded part of one of the gardens? We'll just have to be somewhat quiet.
Fingon: It can be like a challenge to see if that works *nodnod*
Améniel: It should. I know most of the best places to hide there. *grins, moving to the side of the fountain to pull herself out*
Fingon: *grins, follows* *is dripping*
Améniel: *laughs as she pulls her dress on* Aww, I guess I made you wet, too. Next time I'll let you undress before I push you in. Maybe.
Fingon: That would be kind of you
Améniel: That just encourages me not to do it. *takes Fingon's hand, pulling him with her* Come, I need to find some bushes to shove you into...
Fingon: *yay!*
Améniel: *trying to decide where would be best* Hmmn...
Fingon: Maybe there *point* no...those might be prickly...
Améniel: Though there is some nice soft grass behind those, and even a nice big willow tree further in. *tilts her head* Or over there *points* but I know of a few couples who use that area rather regularly...
Fingon: The first sounds nice. The second...a little risky
Améniel: *nods* The willow is especially nice, since all the leaves drape down to give you more privacy. Which was what you were looking for, wasn't it?
Fingon: Oh yes. >.> Can't have anyone see us and be upset
Améniel: *grins, suddenly getting an idea from that for later* Of course not. Come on. *tugs Fingon with her, being careful past the prickly plants*
Fingon: *tugged*
Améniel: *lets go of Fingon's hand to go sit on the grass beneath the willow tree* It's very pretty here. Though the company is better than the last time I was here.
Fingon: *slips under the tree next to her* It IS pretty. *grins* I like it with you here.
Améniel: I knew you would. *leans against his shoulder* Well, I guessed it, anyway.
Fingon: You're a very good guesser *idly plays with some grass, grinning at her*
Améniel: Sometimes. *touches Fingon's shirt* You're still soaking wet. And you're getting me wet, now. Again. *laughs*
Fingon: That IS a shame. *smiles*
Améniel: You'll get cold if you leave it on. You should take it off and let it dry.
Fingon: Probably. and it might save you getting wetter *pulls off shirt* There we go
Améniel: I really should have thought about it before pushing you in there. *lightly rests her hand on Fingon's chest* I hope you didn't have anything that might have gotten wrecked in your pockets.
Fingon: Nothing terribly important no
Améniel: Ok good. *smiles* I promised you a kiss or something, didn't I?
Fingon: Why yes you did ^^ and then I will have to give you one in return!
Améniel: Alright. *leans in as if to kiss Fingon on the mouth, but turns her head last second to place the kiss on his cheek*
Fingon: *awww* *returns kiss on cheek politely though*
Améniel: *laughs* I always thought a son of Fingolfin would be more daring than that.
Fingon: ahh but is that polite to do to a lady?
Améniel: That depends on the situation, I think. I've never asked, to be honest. I think... *lightly taps his nose with her finger* I think it probably wouldn't be, seeing as we've only recently met. Does it matter?
Fingon: Not if you don't mind *kisses!*
Améniel: *kisses back!* Not too much.
Fingon: Excellent *kisskiss*
Améniel: *laughs* So if our previous theory is correct, I'm now pregnant with 4 of your children... *licks his cheek*
Fingon: That would be INTERESTING
Améniel: That one I know my father would not approve of. He keeps trying to convince me I need a chastity belt or something. You'd think I was 200...
Fingon: Fathers *headshake* Mine probably would not approve either
Fingon: Or otherwise we would need to have a hurry up wedding. at swordpoint like my brother had to
Améniel: I never knew King Turgon had a swordpoint wedding. *giggles* I don't want one of those, thank you.
Fingon: Ooh yes. It was amusing. *G*
Améniel: I can't possibly imagine. Your father sounds scarier and scarier every time you mention him, though. I thought he was a good leader? The people seem to love him...
Fingon: Oh he IS a very good leader yes. He just wants to ensure that we are the same.
Améniel: Well, that's not so bad. Every girl wants a man so concerned about their possible future children. *rests her chin on his shoulder* I think you'd be a good high-king, someday.
Fingon: I hope I would be. I'd like to do a good job at it. Sort of prove that I'm not just this random freak.
Améniel: *shrugs* I'm a random freak, I think I do ok. *grins* Maybe you just need a good queen by your side?
Fingon: that would help a lot
Améniel: One thing I've figured out in my life, most men are a lot better when they have a woman to support them. I think it has to do with our abillity to distract you so thoroughly when you might need it.
Fingon: AH yes. you ARE very good at that sort of thng in general
Améniel: I am especially good at distractions. *grins* I think it's my calling in life. If that's all one wants in a wife, I'm perfect!
Fingon: Well. *grin* I shall have to keep that in mind for the future
Améniel: It'd probably be for the best. We'd need to figure out a way we can pass ourselves off decently in front of our fathers before we could ever think of even considering such a thing.
Fingon: A script maybe that we could follow
Améniel: That might be too suspicious. Maybe I'll just ask my father if I'm allowed to see a... um... a "proper gentleman". He'd like that.
Fingon: ooh and my father and *I* were talking about me meeting nice girls the other day
Améniel: *nods* And then we'll have excuses to run away and play in the fountain! Ooh. Or we could go sit up on the outer wall of the city. It's really pretty up there at sunset. And if you get a really good spot, you can toss pebbles at the guards as they change and they don't see you!
Fingon: *laughs!* I would do that
Améniel: I especially like to do it if I know Lai is on. But he always knows it's me and usually does something back later. He picks on me like that.
Fingon: How mean
Améniel: Oh, he's not as mean as me. *grins* And he's got good taste in men, so he's worth keeping around.
Fingon: That IS useful
Améniel: Yes. Have you ever played that game were you name two people and then the other person has to pick the one they would shag and say why?
Fingon: Ooh yes!
Améniel: *smiles* Well he and I were playing one time, so I asked him if he would choose you or Turgon. He picked you, because, in his words "Fingon is smarter and has much nicer hands. You know what they say about men with nice hands." I think I'm inclined to agree.
Fingon: *grins* My head is going to be turned soon
Améniel: *innocently* How do you mean?
Fingon: You flatter me so much
Améniel: Nonsense. I speak nothing but the truth! Besides, willing victims are so much more fun.
Fingon:victims?
Améniel: >.> *kisses in hopes to distract from that slip*
Fingon: *distracted!*
Fingon: *kisses*
Améniel: *wins! plots!* Say... you've seen me naked twice already, all I've gotten to see is your chest. I'm not sure that's fair.
Fingon: You know...that's very true
Fingon: I should fix that
Améniel: You should. It's only fair, I think.
Fingon: That quite is *removes all other layers of clothing* There we are
Améniel: Ah, lovely. *kisses to district again, while sneakily grabbing his clothing and tossing it up into the branches of the tree above them*
Fingon: *totally distracted, has no idea what's going on*
Améniel: *grins* You know, I think you might be a keeper...
Fingon: Really? That's encouraging
Améniel: Of course it is. *pats his cheek* I'm planning on making your life very interesting, Fingon.
Fingon: I think I'll like that
Améniel: *just fucking grins*
Améniel: *considers having some amount of mercy on Fingon, maybe* Hey, you... *tilts his head so he's looking up at the tree*
Fingon: Yees? *glances up*
Fingon: ....!!!!
Améniel: Future kings need to learn to watch their backs better. *settles herself into his lap* Or I can make their lives very intersting.
Fingon: ...I suppose you can *ooh girl in lap*
Améniel: *nods, pulling his arms around her* I'm sure you won't mind.
Fingon: Something tells me I won't at all
Améniel: Your imagination, most likely. *innocently* I did manage to get my matches back, afterall...
Fingon: Oooh
Améniel: Also, you are very comfortable. *presses closer* Has anyone ever told you that?
Fingon: No they really haven't. *smiles* You are really nice to hold *wrapping arms around her*
Améniel: I know. *pauses* Would you be terribly upset if, say, all your clothing accidentally caught fire?
Fingon: Well I would have to devise a way to sneak back inside and not be spotted but that would be a fun challenge
Améniel: No, dear, I meant -all- your clothes. Every. Last. Piece.
Fingon: Ahh....
Fingon: Well
Fingon: That MIGHT pose a problem
Fingon: Could I wear a sheet to formal events?
Améniel: You're assuming I'd ever let you out of bed... *tsktsk*
Fingon: In THAT case burn away
Améniel: Yay! Ooooooh wait. What would your father think?
Fingon: that I'd found a very nice girl?
Améniel: Wishful thinking?
Fingon: *laughs* Well you ARE very nice you know
Améniel: Take-home-to-ada, who also happens to be high-king, nice?
Fingon: Well maybe the nakedness would push that to a no
Fingon: Much as I'd like that
Améniel: *nods* We'll need to cleverly disguise the nakedness. But underneath our clothing, we'll still be naked!
Fingon: >.> As long as we keep THAT in mind
Améniel: I can actually appear very ladylike if necessary. I think it's the only reason I lived to adulthood.
Fingon: Then we are safe
Fingon: in our secret nakedness
Améniel: *looks at Fingon* Though I will continue to enjoy your -actual- nakedness right now.
Fingon: I approve of this. I'll admire yours too
Améniel: Well, as long as you're just admiring. I need to at least pretend to be somewhat ladylike.
Fingon: Of course
Améniel: What's the proper heir reaction in this sort of situation? Or is it similar to the ladylike one where you shouldn't have gotten into it at all? *grins*
Fingon: quite similar
Améniel: So one of us is being a bad influence on the other. Must be you, men are supposed to be responsible, right?
Fingon: Unfortunately yes.
Améniel: *softly pets his hair* Poor darling. You need some sex proper relaxation, I'd imagine.
Fingon: It can be so stressful!
Améniel: You poor, poor thing. *hugs*
Fingon: *snuggles* but you help me feel soo much better
Améniel: Actually... *moves her hands causually over Fingon's body* You feel pretty good as you are. *laughs*
After my surprisingly well-behaved evening with Fingon, I went to talk to my ada. The conversation went something like:
me: Adaaaa... you won't believe what happened!
ada: I won't believe it? Were you proposed to by one of Fingolfin's sons?
me: *shifts eyes* Not quite. But I think Fingon might want permission to court me?
ada: Does he? *laughs, not believing her* Well, if Fingon truly wishes to court you, he has my every blessing. Eru knows no one else would.
So, Fingon, you have my father's permission to court me, if you want it.
Now, I need to think of a good nickname for Fingon. Something sickeningly cute and embarassing. I'm taking suggestions!
Améniel: *is swimming in one of the deeper fountains, her clothing folded neatly by the side*
Fingon: *wanders by, ducks down to watch*
Améniel: *does not notice and continues to enjoy her swim*
Fingon: *creeps closer*
Améniel: *notices a duck on the water, splashes in it's direction to shoo it*
Fingon: *miiight be in trouble if he gets caught, creeps closer anyway because he does that sort of thing*
Améniel: *finally notices Fingon and decides to splash some water in his direction*
Fingon: Hey! *laughs*
Améniel: If you sneak about like a thief in the night, a girl could mistake you for just that. *giggles and splashes again*
Fingon: <.< Who knows? I may have to sneak you away *comes to the edge of the fountain*
Améniel: Oh really? *slips out of the fountain to sit on the edge of it - yes, quite naked*
Fingon: I've been known
Améniel: *runs her fingers through her hair to smooth it and pulls it back neatly* Have you? By whom? I can't say I know you. Not even by your name.
Fingon: Oh most everyone *airily* Somehow I've managed to keep my reputation MOSTLY under wraps though. *grins* I'm Fingon.
Améniel: Ah. King Fingolfin's son. I always thought you'd be ...louder. *grins back* I'm Ameniel, and I must admit to being curious about this reputation of yours. Are you referring to those rumours of a certain son of Feanor?
Fingon: Those sadly are false rumors that were blown out of hand as a cruel joke *LIE LIE LIE. WAS YOUNG AND IN LOVE*
Améniel: And here I was hoping for a dirty story. Pass me my dress? I think I'm dry enough now. *points to the garment*
Fingon: If I must *passes it over* I must say that I prefer you as you are right now though. >.>
Améniel: My ada has this silly idea that my nudity is impolite. Since you are the son of the high-king, I suspect I have to be polite in front of you so I should put it on again. *does so* You know how parents are with those silly ideas.
Fingon: Oh always *little sniff* There's something weird and inhibited about their generation
Améniel: *pats Fingon's cheek* But even they had to be naked at some point. I mean, we weren't conceived through a single kiss to our mothers.
Fingon: You'd hope. Because I'd probably be in trouble.
Améniel: In trouble? For what?
Fingon: Oh in trouble in the people would be with child sense if kissing did that. *grins*
Améniel: Ah! *laughs* Me too, I think. Though I'm almost always in trouble for some reason, so I don't think it'd really matter.
Fingon: Me too sadly. It seems like breathing pisses people off sometimes
Améniel: I haven't had that one. Mostly it's just things like "wear shoes when you leave the house!" and "we have doors for a reason" and "why is your hair full of leaves again?"
Fingon: "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE NOW?" Is mostly what I hear.
Fingon: and its usually when I haven't really done anything either. Adar is so SUSPICIOUS
Améniel: Ooh. I've had that one. Like the time when I kind of accidentally set fire to ada's office.
Fingon: That one sounds exciting.
Améniel: It really was an accident. That time. I had gone in to borrow some ink and accidentally knocked over some candles when Lai startled me by looking in. Luckily he helped me put it out before too much got burned.
Fingon: Well that part is good at least. *nods* Fire can be fun in small doses.
Améniel: *grins* Yes. Like burning the ends of Lai's hair. Except then he twists my arms behind my back and holds me there until I give up my matches.
Fingon: Ouch. My sister's done that to me before. Usually she takes Turgon's side in arguments and they both turn against me.
Fingon: I think it is because I am the favorite
Améniel: Probably. *nods* Ada always takes Lai's side because he's 'older and more responsible'. It's not fair, though, since I'm his daughter and Lai is only his nephew.
Fingon: Oh that IS unfair. *nodding* Something should be done!
Améniel: Oh, I'm not worried about it. I usually just put salt in ada's tea when he does that.
Fingon: Ooh subtle
Améniel: That usually leads to the "ladylike" speech, though. I suppose you wouldn't have gotten that one. "Ladies don't play tricks. Ladies always wear clothing and shoes. Ladies don't own daggers. Ladies don't know naughty words and never speak them." And so on until I fall asleep.
Fingon: I can't say I have no. Mostly the one about proper heirs is what I get. And about not making people ashamed to know me
Améniel: I can't be an heir, I think I'm glad. It means I can escape to play once in a while. You should have found me yesterday! I was throwing stuff at people from a tree!
Fingon: Ooh. I haven't played that game since I was little. I miss it sometimes
Améniel: There was this one really cute blonde guy that I got his hair all full of leaves. I should have asked his name, though. He thought it was really funny.
Fingon: Sounds kind of Glorfindel like. He'd enjoy that
Améniel: If it was him, maybe I should see if he wants to do other stuff like that with me. Ada does say I need to find myself a nice man to make me settle down.
Fingon: You have to be very careful not to touch his ass unless he asks.
Améniel: What? *blinks* I never said I wanted to touch his ass. Though... *ponders*
Fingon: Oh its a warning for the future. *sage nod*
Améniel: *shrugs* Blondes have never been my thing, anyway. I like dark hair. It always bugged me that I never inherited proper dark hair, myself.
Fingon: *little beam at this* Your hair is very pretty though
Améniel: You think so? *touches her hair* Lai says so too, but I usually tell him to fuck off when he does, because I know he's just trying to be a good cousin.
Fingon: No really. Its like...dark hair can get so BORING to look at after a bit. Its nice to see something else
Améniel: *smiles* Thank you. I still like dark hair, though. Know who has really beautiful hair?
Fingon: Who? *curious*
Améniel: *leans in to whisper in Fingon's ear* Your father. *grins, sliding her fingers through Fingon's hair* And if I may be so bold, I am quite glad you seem to have inherited it from him.
Fingon: *heey score* Why thank you.
Améniel: *allows her fingers to move gently against Fingon's cheek* You seem to have his rather noble cheekbones as well. Is all your family so blessed?
Fingon: Well I suppose we ARE rather lucky if you're into that sort of thing. You though..*grins* I've never met anyone like you before. In a good way
Améniel: If you had, I think I would have to find her and kill her. There really only should be one of me. *giggles*
Fingon: *grin* I agree. If there were more than one of you I wouldn't be able to work out which I liked best and there would be all sorts of problems
Améniel: Hmmn... *presses a finger to her lips thoughtfully* I wouldn't have that problem. I'm sure I could find things to do with two of you.
Fingon: <.<
Améniel: *laughs* Well, I'd be worried about exhausting you, is all.
Fingon: It would be fun to get to that point though
Améniel: That, I'm afraid, is one of many things a Lady should not know. *nods in mock-seriousness*
Fingon: I suppose not sadly
Améniel: If you ask me, a Lady never has any fun. I have no idea why I'm supposed to be one. I'm much happier swimming in the fountains and climbing trees.
Fingon: I would be too
Améniel: Oh really? *grins and pushes Fingon into the fountain*
Fingon: Heey! *laughs and flails*
Améniel: You -said- you'd be happier there. *leans over to splash some more water at him*
Fingon: *SPLASHES BACK*
Améniel: *shrieks and giggles, trying to sheild herself with her hands* No! I tried so hard to keep my dress dry, you wanker.
Fingon: *G* I wonder how THAT problem could be fixed >.>
Améniel: By moving away from the fountain? *grins, backing away a little*
Fingon: nooooo
Améniel: Oh, I see how it is. You just want me naked and wet.
Fingon: Would you object if I said yes?
Améniel: I'll get back to you on that. *takes off the dress, folding it neatly, and slips back into the water near Fingon*
Fingon: *G* *swims over to her*
Améniel: *slips her arms around his waist, moving against him* Now you have me naked, wet and pressed against you. *grins* Every man's dream?
Fingon: Every sane man's
Améniel: Aww, so not you, then?
Fingon: I like to think I'm pretty close to sane
Améniel: Trust me, if you were I doubt I'd like you. *pushes Fingon under the water again*
Fingon: *comes up sputtering, attempts to grab and push her back under*
Améniel: Ah! Watch what you're-- *goes under*
Fingon: *lets her up, laughing* Gotcha!
Améniel: *raises an eyebrow, looking down at a rather inappropriately placed hand* Why yes, I think you do. *laughs*
Fingon: Ooops! That doesn't make you look very ladylike, I'm sorry
Améniel: Could be worse. Someone could catch us kissing in here...
Fingon: Kissing could be fun
Fingon: But in somewhere less visible
Améniel: That might be best. I suspect both our fathers would be angry to see us right now.
Fingon: They'd probably throw fits
Améniel: I think mine would be happy to see me kissing someone, but not so happy to see me naked yet again. *grins* So... you have somewhere less visible in mind?
Fingon: *thinks about possible places*
Fingon: Its not really ROMANTIC but there IS an old workshop no one uses now
Améniel: Oooh... he wants romantic! *places a kiss on Fingon's nose* There's also a couple trees I can think of that might be pretty private, but that could be awkward...
Fingon: Hmm trees maybe for a more adventurous time
Améniel: Is that a promise? *ponders* Why don't we just find a secluded part of one of the gardens? We'll just have to be somewhat quiet.
Fingon: It can be like a challenge to see if that works *nodnod*
Améniel: It should. I know most of the best places to hide there. *grins, moving to the side of the fountain to pull herself out*
Fingon: *grins, follows* *is dripping*
Améniel: *laughs as she pulls her dress on* Aww, I guess I made you wet, too. Next time I'll let you undress before I push you in. Maybe.
Fingon: That would be kind of you
Améniel: That just encourages me not to do it. *takes Fingon's hand, pulling him with her* Come, I need to find some bushes to shove you into...
Fingon: *yay!*
Améniel: *trying to decide where would be best* Hmmn...
Fingon: Maybe there *point* no...those might be prickly...
Améniel: Though there is some nice soft grass behind those, and even a nice big willow tree further in. *tilts her head* Or over there *points* but I know of a few couples who use that area rather regularly...
Fingon: The first sounds nice. The second...a little risky
Améniel: *nods* The willow is especially nice, since all the leaves drape down to give you more privacy. Which was what you were looking for, wasn't it?
Fingon: Oh yes. >.> Can't have anyone see us and be upset
Améniel: *grins, suddenly getting an idea from that for later* Of course not. Come on. *tugs Fingon with her, being careful past the prickly plants*
Fingon: *tugged*
Améniel: *lets go of Fingon's hand to go sit on the grass beneath the willow tree* It's very pretty here. Though the company is better than the last time I was here.
Fingon: *slips under the tree next to her* It IS pretty. *grins* I like it with you here.
Améniel: I knew you would. *leans against his shoulder* Well, I guessed it, anyway.
Fingon: You're a very good guesser *idly plays with some grass, grinning at her*
Améniel: Sometimes. *touches Fingon's shirt* You're still soaking wet. And you're getting me wet, now. Again. *laughs*
Fingon: That IS a shame. *smiles*
Améniel: You'll get cold if you leave it on. You should take it off and let it dry.
Fingon: Probably. and it might save you getting wetter *pulls off shirt* There we go
Améniel: I really should have thought about it before pushing you in there. *lightly rests her hand on Fingon's chest* I hope you didn't have anything that might have gotten wrecked in your pockets.
Fingon: Nothing terribly important no
Améniel: Ok good. *smiles* I promised you a kiss or something, didn't I?
Fingon: Why yes you did ^^ and then I will have to give you one in return!
Améniel: Alright. *leans in as if to kiss Fingon on the mouth, but turns her head last second to place the kiss on his cheek*
Fingon: *awww* *returns kiss on cheek politely though*
Améniel: *laughs* I always thought a son of Fingolfin would be more daring than that.
Fingon: ahh but is that polite to do to a lady?
Améniel: That depends on the situation, I think. I've never asked, to be honest. I think... *lightly taps his nose with her finger* I think it probably wouldn't be, seeing as we've only recently met. Does it matter?
Fingon: Not if you don't mind *kisses!*
Améniel: *kisses back!* Not too much.
Fingon: Excellent *kisskiss*
Améniel: *laughs* So if our previous theory is correct, I'm now pregnant with 4 of your children... *licks his cheek*
Fingon: That would be INTERESTING
Améniel: That one I know my father would not approve of. He keeps trying to convince me I need a chastity belt or something. You'd think I was 200...
Fingon: Fathers *headshake* Mine probably would not approve either
Fingon: Or otherwise we would need to have a hurry up wedding. at swordpoint like my brother had to
Améniel: I never knew King Turgon had a swordpoint wedding. *giggles* I don't want one of those, thank you.
Fingon: Ooh yes. It was amusing. *G*
Améniel: I can't possibly imagine. Your father sounds scarier and scarier every time you mention him, though. I thought he was a good leader? The people seem to love him...
Fingon: Oh he IS a very good leader yes. He just wants to ensure that we are the same.
Améniel: Well, that's not so bad. Every girl wants a man so concerned about their possible future children. *rests her chin on his shoulder* I think you'd be a good high-king, someday.
Fingon: I hope I would be. I'd like to do a good job at it. Sort of prove that I'm not just this random freak.
Améniel: *shrugs* I'm a random freak, I think I do ok. *grins* Maybe you just need a good queen by your side?
Fingon: that would help a lot
Améniel: One thing I've figured out in my life, most men are a lot better when they have a woman to support them. I think it has to do with our abillity to distract you so thoroughly when you might need it.
Fingon: AH yes. you ARE very good at that sort of thng in general
Améniel: I am especially good at distractions. *grins* I think it's my calling in life. If that's all one wants in a wife, I'm perfect!
Fingon: Well. *grin* I shall have to keep that in mind for the future
Améniel: It'd probably be for the best. We'd need to figure out a way we can pass ourselves off decently in front of our fathers before we could ever think of even considering such a thing.
Fingon: A script maybe that we could follow
Améniel: That might be too suspicious. Maybe I'll just ask my father if I'm allowed to see a... um... a "proper gentleman". He'd like that.
Fingon: ooh and my father and *I* were talking about me meeting nice girls the other day
Améniel: *nods* And then we'll have excuses to run away and play in the fountain! Ooh. Or we could go sit up on the outer wall of the city. It's really pretty up there at sunset. And if you get a really good spot, you can toss pebbles at the guards as they change and they don't see you!
Fingon: *laughs!* I would do that
Améniel: I especially like to do it if I know Lai is on. But he always knows it's me and usually does something back later. He picks on me like that.
Fingon: How mean
Améniel: Oh, he's not as mean as me. *grins* And he's got good taste in men, so he's worth keeping around.
Fingon: That IS useful
Améniel: Yes. Have you ever played that game were you name two people and then the other person has to pick the one they would shag and say why?
Fingon: Ooh yes!
Améniel: *smiles* Well he and I were playing one time, so I asked him if he would choose you or Turgon. He picked you, because, in his words "Fingon is smarter and has much nicer hands. You know what they say about men with nice hands." I think I'm inclined to agree.
Fingon: *grins* My head is going to be turned soon
Améniel: *innocently* How do you mean?
Fingon: You flatter me so much
Améniel: Nonsense. I speak nothing but the truth! Besides, willing victims are so much more fun.
Fingon:victims?
Améniel: >.> *kisses in hopes to distract from that slip*
Fingon: *distracted!*
Fingon: *kisses*
Améniel: *wins! plots!* Say... you've seen me naked twice already, all I've gotten to see is your chest. I'm not sure that's fair.
Fingon: You know...that's very true
Fingon: I should fix that
Améniel: You should. It's only fair, I think.
Fingon: That quite is *removes all other layers of clothing* There we are
Améniel: Ah, lovely. *kisses to district again, while sneakily grabbing his clothing and tossing it up into the branches of the tree above them*
Fingon: *totally distracted, has no idea what's going on*
Améniel: *grins* You know, I think you might be a keeper...
Fingon: Really? That's encouraging
Améniel: Of course it is. *pats his cheek* I'm planning on making your life very interesting, Fingon.
Fingon: I think I'll like that
Améniel: *just fucking grins*
Améniel: *considers having some amount of mercy on Fingon, maybe* Hey, you... *tilts his head so he's looking up at the tree*
Fingon: Yees? *glances up*
Fingon: ....!!!!
Améniel: Future kings need to learn to watch their backs better. *settles herself into his lap* Or I can make their lives very intersting.
Fingon: ...I suppose you can *ooh girl in lap*
Améniel: *nods, pulling his arms around her* I'm sure you won't mind.
Fingon: Something tells me I won't at all
Améniel: Your imagination, most likely. *innocently* I did manage to get my matches back, afterall...
Fingon: Oooh
Améniel: Also, you are very comfortable. *presses closer* Has anyone ever told you that?
Fingon: No they really haven't. *smiles* You are really nice to hold *wrapping arms around her*
Améniel: I know. *pauses* Would you be terribly upset if, say, all your clothing accidentally caught fire?
Fingon: Well I would have to devise a way to sneak back inside and not be spotted but that would be a fun challenge
Améniel: No, dear, I meant -all- your clothes. Every. Last. Piece.
Fingon: Ahh....
Fingon: Well
Fingon: That MIGHT pose a problem
Fingon: Could I wear a sheet to formal events?
Améniel: You're assuming I'd ever let you out of bed... *tsktsk*
Fingon: In THAT case burn away
Améniel: Yay! Ooooooh wait. What would your father think?
Fingon: that I'd found a very nice girl?
Améniel: Wishful thinking?
Fingon: *laughs* Well you ARE very nice you know
Améniel: Take-home-to-ada, who also happens to be high-king, nice?
Fingon: Well maybe the nakedness would push that to a no
Fingon: Much as I'd like that
Améniel: *nods* We'll need to cleverly disguise the nakedness. But underneath our clothing, we'll still be naked!
Fingon: >.> As long as we keep THAT in mind
Améniel: I can actually appear very ladylike if necessary. I think it's the only reason I lived to adulthood.
Fingon: Then we are safe
Fingon: in our secret nakedness
Améniel: *looks at Fingon* Though I will continue to enjoy your -actual- nakedness right now.
Fingon: I approve of this. I'll admire yours too
Améniel: Well, as long as you're just admiring. I need to at least pretend to be somewhat ladylike.
Fingon: Of course
Améniel: What's the proper heir reaction in this sort of situation? Or is it similar to the ladylike one where you shouldn't have gotten into it at all? *grins*
Fingon: quite similar
Améniel: So one of us is being a bad influence on the other. Must be you, men are supposed to be responsible, right?
Fingon: Unfortunately yes.
Améniel: *softly pets his hair* Poor darling. You need some sex proper relaxation, I'd imagine.
Fingon: It can be so stressful!
Améniel: You poor, poor thing. *hugs*
Fingon: *snuggles* but you help me feel soo much better
Améniel: Actually... *moves her hands causually over Fingon's body* You feel pretty good as you are. *laughs*
After my surprisingly well-behaved evening with Fingon, I went to talk to my ada. The conversation went something like:
me: Adaaaa... you won't believe what happened!
ada: I won't believe it? Were you proposed to by one of Fingolfin's sons?
me: *shifts eyes* Not quite. But I think Fingon might want permission to court me?
ada: Does he? *laughs, not believing her* Well, if Fingon truly wishes to court you, he has my every blessing. Eru knows no one else would.
So, Fingon, you have my father's permission to court me, if you want it.
Now, I need to think of a good nickname for Fingon. Something sickeningly cute and embarassing. I'm taking suggestions!