...didn't think this through. (Open)

[ofdoriath]

Daeron is feeling a little concerned today, wondering if maybe that was a bad idea. One does remember that certain inconvenient Feanorians are alive, and said Feanorians tend to be...bad about the whole anger management thing. As well as protective. And while usually attempting to make himself scarce would be just fine, he does have to take care of

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[lorien_gal]

Well. Here's a Galadriel.

She is not pleased with you, Daeron, but she had the good taste to wait to calm down before she went to look for you - and well. She is a bit worried about what might happen if Pityo or Telvo gets to you first.

So she'll be slipping in the chair across from you, looking very serious.

"We need to talk."

[ofdoriath]

Yeah, that could be bad.

He looks up, carefully expressionless, and listening. We'll see what she has to say. And then deal with it. Inconvenient Finweans. Was doing so well without them.

"Go ahead."

[lorien_gal]

"I had no quarrel with you until now. I even thought there were chances to be given - as they were given to my cousins, they would be given to you. But Daeron, you are in over your head."

It's just a start. She has a lot to say.

[ofdoriath]

Tell me more, Dr. Science.

Doesn't say that. "I'm listening." Not quite dry, but definitely a bit more tart than he would have been yesterday. "Though I will say how I don't see how you of all people can defend him, all things considered."

[time_willdecide]

Just one twin is out walking around, and when he sees Daeron he goes toward him. When he comes up he just looks at him for a moment, before swinging to punch Daeron hard across the face.

[ofdoriath]

Ow!

Taken totally by surprise, knocked to the floor and ow, face. Staring at the twin first bewildered then rapidly pissed off again. Bitch.

"I'm not going to talk to you." Not quite spat.

[time_willdecide]

"I didn't really come to talk," he says cheerfully. "I came to punch you in the face, and tell you to never speak to my brother again. And I know that you know which one I mean."

[ofdoriath]

Yeah, about those temperamental Feanorians. Is that blood in his mouth? He'd better not have loosened any teeth. Dragging himself off the floor, Daeron says, probably foolhardily, "He deserved every word of what I said. And none of it was any less than true."

[arid_white_lady]

Probably shortly after Daeron had his run-in with Telvo, Irisse will be walking in the corridor, possibly from the garden where she's been helping Artanis.

He may be a bit of an ass, but she understands him probably better than anyone as far as feeling protective goes, and she's just not that kind of person to beat someone when they're down.

"Daeron?" She moves to see him, better. "What happened?" Yes, there's alarm in her voice. She's sweet that way.

[ofdoriath]

He found some ice, hopefully so the bruise doesn't show quite so much. And shakes his head, looking still annoyed. "Nothing."

She wouldn't be quite so understanding, likely, if she heard what he just called her fiancee.

[arid_white_lady]

"It looks like it was a rather violent nothing." She shakes her head and sighs. "Let me see that."

[ofdoriath]

He drops the ice so she can see. It's not that bad, just a bruise on his lower jaw, but.

[doriath_crowned]

There are two little boys in a room. They are playing with toys and talking to birds, petting squirrels and saying things about how it's okay, the winter will be over soon, and they'll help them through it now that they are in a big house with people.

They'll be happy to see uncle Daeron.

[ofdoriath]

He...has a bit of a bruise on his jaw, looking preoccupied and worried, and wanders into the room. "Hello, boys."

[doriath_crowned]

"Uncle Daeron!!!" He's getting tacklepounced - they haven't noticed the bruise. Yet.

[ofdoriath]

Tacklepounced! He hugs them and tries to smile. "How're you?"