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Day 25 - The Voice of Reason
Title: The Voice of Reason
Author: Grundy
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Disclaimer: All belongs to Whedon & Tolkien. No money is being made here, it's all in good fun.
Summary: Tindomiel would happily give into temptation. Fortunately, she has Maeglin.
Word Count: 360
Note: Oops, lost track of time. Something longer tomorrow.
“You promised,” Maeglin reminded Tindomiel reproachfully.
“I know, but…”
It was very tempting to use the Key to listen in. She didn’t have to be physically present in the room to do it.
“No buts, you promised,” he said firmly. “You wouldn’t appreciate anyone else eavesdropping on your sibling quarrels, would you?”
“I was never a complete horse’s ass to my newly widowed brother-in-law about his mate’s death,” Tindomiel pointed out.
Not that she’d ever had the opportunity, seeing as Arwen and Estel had both died well after she’d sailed. But you know, theoretically. If one of her brothers or Anariel had been killed in battle and she’d been a total dick to their surviving and guilt-wracked mate… If she’d done that, she felt like other people hearing her get her richly deserved comeuppance wouldn’t be entirely unfair.
“Uncle Finno didn’t want you to,” Maeglin said patiently, well aware he was likely to have to keep repeating some variation of this until Fingon returned or sent word that it was acceptable for them to join him.
“Besides,” he continued, “I suspect he’ll be far harsher on Uncle without an audience than he would be if you were there.”
Or even if Maeglin himself were there. He suspected Uncle Finno had words for Uncle Turukano on his behalf as well.
“Fine, if you have to be all logical and reasonable about it,” Tinu grumped.
“I have to be,” Maeglin sighed. “Someone has to keep you from getting into trouble out of sheer impatience. If you must spy on relatives, you could look in on your sister. Make sure Alqualondë is still standing.”
Tindomiel’s lips twitched.
“She’s not going to wreck the city,” she chuckled. “I’m not sure she’ll even go into town unless Gramma talks her into it. She just wanted peace and quiet.”
“Take a page from her book and let’s have a nice quiet evening in,” Maeglin suggested hopefully. “Let my uncles fight it out among themselves and get the highlights in the morning?”
“If you insist,” Tindomiel sighed. “You owe me, though.”
“I believe I can think of several ways to make it worth your while,” he grinned.
Author: Grundy
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Disclaimer: All belongs to Whedon & Tolkien. No money is being made here, it's all in good fun.
Summary: Tindomiel would happily give into temptation. Fortunately, she has Maeglin.
Word Count: 360
Note: Oops, lost track of time. Something longer tomorrow.
“You promised,” Maeglin reminded Tindomiel reproachfully.
“I know, but…”
It was very tempting to use the Key to listen in. She didn’t have to be physically present in the room to do it.
“No buts, you promised,” he said firmly. “You wouldn’t appreciate anyone else eavesdropping on your sibling quarrels, would you?”
“I was never a complete horse’s ass to my newly widowed brother-in-law about his mate’s death,” Tindomiel pointed out.
Not that she’d ever had the opportunity, seeing as Arwen and Estel had both died well after she’d sailed. But you know, theoretically. If one of her brothers or Anariel had been killed in battle and she’d been a total dick to their surviving and guilt-wracked mate… If she’d done that, she felt like other people hearing her get her richly deserved comeuppance wouldn’t be entirely unfair.
“Uncle Finno didn’t want you to,” Maeglin said patiently, well aware he was likely to have to keep repeating some variation of this until Fingon returned or sent word that it was acceptable for them to join him.
“Besides,” he continued, “I suspect he’ll be far harsher on Uncle without an audience than he would be if you were there.”
Or even if Maeglin himself were there. He suspected Uncle Finno had words for Uncle Turukano on his behalf as well.
“Fine, if you have to be all logical and reasonable about it,” Tinu grumped.
“I have to be,” Maeglin sighed. “Someone has to keep you from getting into trouble out of sheer impatience. If you must spy on relatives, you could look in on your sister. Make sure Alqualondë is still standing.”
Tindomiel’s lips twitched.
“She’s not going to wreck the city,” she chuckled. “I’m not sure she’ll even go into town unless Gramma talks her into it. She just wanted peace and quiet.”
“Take a page from her book and let’s have a nice quiet evening in,” Maeglin suggested hopefully. “Let my uncles fight it out among themselves and get the highlights in the morning?”
“If you insist,” Tindomiel sighed. “You owe me, though.”
“I believe I can think of several ways to make it worth your while,” he grinned.