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Well Tommy can’t deny the flash of joy in his breast.
“Take some time to think about it.”
“Take some time to think about it.”
I couldn't think of anyone else so Boromir can have the original Emo Elf
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2020-06-21 01:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Imladris is a place where all are welcome, even those most outcast. There are Avari, wild and wary in the woods of the Valley, distrustful of the visitors of other races who come traipsing through, Green Elves and Silvan from drowned Ossiriand, singing silly songs and laughing at everything and everyone, and Sindar who remember Doriath, old and dangerous. But most of the guard and the craftsmen are fire-eyed Noldor, both the kinslaying veterans from the very earliest wars of Beleriand and survivors of Eregion who were born in Middle-earth.
And amogst those fire-eyed Noldor is one who seems ignored by almost everyone, sitting in a quiet corner of the House, drawing tunes from his harp that might make stone weep or the birds sing. He lifts his head as Boromir walks into the room and blinks at him.
"Are you looking for something, my lord?"
And amogst those fire-eyed Noldor is one who seems ignored by almost everyone, sitting in a quiet corner of the House, drawing tunes from his harp that might make stone weep or the birds sing. He lifts his head as Boromir walks into the room and blinks at him.
"Are you looking for something, my lord?"
Maps. Maps will be useful for the quest. And where else to find maps but in the Great Library of Imladris? Erestor lifts his head as Merry walks into the Library from where he was bent over a scroll, frowing.
"Yes?"
"Yes?"
Merry clearly hadn't thought his plan through very deeply as he definitely didn't expect anyone else to be in the library. He stopped short as if caught doing something he shouldn't be doing -- which is what it felt like often enough here and often enough he was doing something he probably strictly shouldn't be.
"Uhm. I was just looking..."
"Uhm. I was just looking..."
"Ah." Erestor rises and tips his head in a polite greeting.
"You are one of the hobbits. I fear I do not know your name. I am Erestor, and is there anything in particular I can help you find?"
"You are one of the hobbits. I fear I do not know your name. I am Erestor, and is there anything in particular I can help you find?"
Michael laughs a little and it's probably true but Isabel had also made some threats at him about coming home before morning. It really isn't the worst thing to have a night just to themselves even if he was going to be missing their baby something awful. Michael follows suit and drops down beside Poe, shifting close to him as he glances at the menu.
"I feel like I could eat everything."
Jibril bites his lip and it's painful to talk about Samer out loud even if it had been brief. He had half expected to make Rhy cross with him.
"Thank you," he murmurs and he's realizing how much he truly loves this prince and how much it will hurt when this has to end at some point.
Gar just laughs softly and lets Tommy guide them over, warmly greeting the other two men and resting his head on Tommy's shoulder. Rita's delighted with getting attention from two other sources. She's apparently one for being the center of attention.
Billy grins and holds his hands out. Tommy grins and nods for his brother to take the girl. And there are plenty of kisses and hugs for the little girl. And while they do that, Tommy hugs his husband.
“You do this for us?” Tommy asks.
“You do this for us?” Tommy asks.
“Come, sit with me, I’ll read you a story of my father making metal men?”
"God me too, drive felt longer than it actually was." He shook his head, then, "So appetizer sampler platter and a pizza? Or burgers?" He knew that any of it was going to be good, "Or just two sampler platters? They've got a couple options for them."
It was... well it was surprisingly nice, having the night to themselves, even though he knew he was going to worry about the baby, even knowing she was in good hands.
It was... well it was surprisingly nice, having the night to themselves, even though he knew he was going to worry about the baby, even knowing she was in good hands.
That was definitely true and he wondered if the same would hold when they return but he's doing his best not to think about it and the fact that it's hard not to just want to go home. They have to get used to this and they needed some time to themselves -- Iz is right about that as much as Michael sometimes hates to give her the credit about it.
"Two platters sounds good to me," Michael says and it means more variety and less choices honestly. He smiles as he glances over Poe, leaning closer to him.
"Maybe some dessert of some kind too."
"Two platters sounds good to me," Michael says and it means more variety and less choices honestly. He smiles as he glances over Poe, leaning closer to him.
"Maybe some dessert of some kind too."
Jibril smiles at that and he nods and he'll settle with Rhy.
"I would like to hear it."
"I would like to hear it."
"Well, settle in, dear. It could be a long story."
"As long as it's your voice I don't think I would grow tired of it," Jibril exhales and he still feels a buzz from the wine but the way he had been worked up is more soothed now.
Well, he is happy to pull Jibril to a comfortable bed to tell the story.
"Well of course." He replied with a smile, "Can't spend the night in a place like this, order room service for dinner and just not order dessert."
He twisted over to pick up the phone, already checking dessert options as he gave their room number and their order and a polite 'thank you ma'am.' before hanging up, "Should be about twenty minutes." He arched a brow, "What can we get up to in twenty minutes that doesn't end with traumatizing some poor waiter?"
He twisted over to pick up the phone, already checking dessert options as he gave their room number and their order and a polite 'thank you ma'am.' before hanging up, "Should be about twenty minutes." He arched a brow, "What can we get up to in twenty minutes that doesn't end with traumatizing some poor waiter?"
Michael snorts a bit at that and leans back as the other orders. The room is nice, nicer than most places that Michael's stayed before Poe. He reaches to brush his hand through the other's hair, drawing him close.
"Think they've probably seen it all before, Poe."
"Think they've probably seen it all before, Poe."
Boromir hadn't in fact been looking for anything in particular. He feels tired and not much else but the music had drawn his attention which might have been cause for him being questioned by the other. He shakes his head and well it's too late to avert his gaze now.
"No, I was merely listening."
"No, I was merely listening."
"Meriadoc Brandybuck! But you can just call me Merry. It's nice to meet you. I was looking for maps... seems like that'd be useful with adventures and everything," Merry explained and well either this Elf would assist him or shoo him off.
Maglor smiles at that, and tips his head to a nearby chair.
"You are welcome to stay and listen more, if you would like? Tis seldom enough that I have an audience, but I mind it not."
Elrond, or his children, sometimes, both the elven and the mortal fosterlings who have come through. Lindir, but he's technically Maglor's apprentice and doesn't technically count. Erestor, on the rare occasion, but the former seneschal does not like to wake the memories of his youth. Maglor has played for Imladris a grand total of three times, but most of the time, the polite thing is to pretend he isn't there.
"You are welcome to stay and listen more, if you would like? Tis seldom enough that I have an audience, but I mind it not."
Elrond, or his children, sometimes, both the elven and the mortal fosterlings who have come through. Lindir, but he's technically Maglor's apprentice and doesn't technically count. Erestor, on the rare occasion, but the former seneschal does not like to wake the memories of his youth. Maglor has played for Imladris a grand total of three times, but most of the time, the polite thing is to pretend he isn't there.
"I see!" Erestor doesn't smile, but his eyes light up with approval. "That is a very good thought."
He nods briskly and stands, putting the scroll he was working away neatly.
"Come, let us see what we can find. I fear most of the maps here are quite large, and unsuitable for travelling, but if you see any that you think might be useful, we can arrange to have them copied."
He leads Merry to a particular section, and gestures at the wall.
"That one there is obviously far too large, but it should give you a rough idea of distances, although it is woefully out of date."
As it still lists Lindon and Eregion, amongst others, long since vanished.
"There should be more up to date ones here too, give me a moment."
He nods briskly and stands, putting the scroll he was working away neatly.
"Come, let us see what we can find. I fear most of the maps here are quite large, and unsuitable for travelling, but if you see any that you think might be useful, we can arrange to have them copied."
He leads Merry to a particular section, and gestures at the wall.
"That one there is obviously far too large, but it should give you a rough idea of distances, although it is woefully out of date."
As it still lists Lindon and Eregion, amongst others, long since vanished.
"There should be more up to date ones here too, give me a moment."
"Probably," he agreed, amused, "but they really don't get paid enough for that." His own hands had settled at Michael's hips, though they slid around to lace his fingers against the small of Michael's back, drawing him just a little closer in turn, "Which means we've got to behave, for a little while."
Not that he was going to be on his best behavior, as his next move was to press a kiss to the corner of Michael's mouth, humming softly as he did so.
Not that he was going to be on his best behavior, as his next move was to press a kiss to the corner of Michael's mouth, humming softly as he did so.
Michael makes a sound that might be a bit of a scoff. There's a flutter of heat that teases when the other's hands settle on his hips before drawing him closer. There definitely hadn't been a lot of sexual intimacy since the baby had been born. But there's a promise of it that hangs in the air that draws an easy reaction from Michael.
"I'm not that good at behaving," Michael says offhandedly and his head tilts at the kiss to the corner of his mouth so that he can press a fuller kiss to Poe's mouth.
"I'm not that good at behaving," Michael says offhandedly and his head tilts at the kiss to the corner of his mouth so that he can press a fuller kiss to Poe's mouth.
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