So says the Elf who married a Mortal...

[sparklingbrilliance]

You have a liking for complications.

I do not.

[She slides a brush through her hair, pointedly ignoring her Mun's antics.]

Figures from the past, present and future. Where does it end? Do you have no sense of decorum or the right time and place?

[The brush is set down sharply.]

I am happy where I am. Return me.

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[shortesthighking]

[This face, niece]

You married a Man.

[sparklingbrilliance]

Yes. [Said with all the grace of a Princess!] He is a good Man.

[Look at this face. Look at it.]

[shortesthighking]

[Not working]

And yet you complain of complications.

[sparklingbrilliance]

Tuor has brought me no complications! [Aside from being Mortal...] He cannot help his shorter life-span.

[shortesthighking]

I would believe that his shorter life would be enough of a complication on its own, never mind who knows what might happen to Men with Elvish blood in them.

[sparklingbrilliance]

Eärendil is strong, Uncle! You should see him! [Proud Mama mode.] I hate leaving him, but it is Tuor's time.

[shortesthighking]

That isn't what I mean, little one. Who knows what fates they might meet. I don't want to see you hurt.

[silverwaters]

I have also noticed that many of those who bring us here have that preference.

[He'll just watch from a polite distance, ready to play his flute for her if asked.]

Be it for decorum or pure mischief is still available for discussion.

[sparklingbrilliance]

Lord Ecthelion! [Her eyes look a little too bright. The last she heard...] I shall not think poorly of this meeting no matter their intentions.

[silverwaters]

[He smiles, inclining his head to her warmly.] My lady. Nor shall I.

[sparklingbrilliance]

Are you whole and well? [She won't reveal a painful past if he does not know of it.] Will you play for me?

[silverwaters]

Both, without doubt! One kindness my writer has granted me has been to be sent where Glorfindel, and a few other kind souls, are. If I must be reborn in another realm, it is more than I could have asked for.

[Had he ever denied her such a request?

What shall I play for you?

[sparklingbrilliance]

So you know. [The tears still come - they always will where he is concerned.] You shouldn't have been so brave!

[Because clearly that was the problem.]

The lullaby you used to put Eärendil to sleep?

[twicelived]

My lady!

[It's been too long and while he knows how she, Tuor and Earendil survived, it's another thing to see her in person once more. And for a moment, he's overcome in emotion as his blue eyes sparkle with tears.]

I hope you are able to return to where you belong soon enough. If there is anything I may do, you know you have but only to ask.

[sparklingbrilliance]

Lord Glorfindel! [This is a lovely surprise! She skips up to him, her skirts fanning out behind her in a whirlwind of color. Idril cannot help but be vibrant, though her temper can be quite intimidating.

She is small but mighty.] First Uncle Fingon, then Lord Ecthelion and now you! Perhaps I complained too soon?

[twicelived]

[He gathers her into a hug with all the love in the world. He had watched her grown up into a beautiful elf maiden and never ceased to be proud of her.]

You always have been impatient, Idril.

[sparklingbrilliance]

[She giggles in pure delight, hugging him tightly around his neck. What is decorum? It's not every day a dear friend and mentor comes back from the dead!]

It has often benefited me!

[twicelived]

[He catches her up into his arms to swing her about once as he had done when she was a tiny elf. He had missed her greatly- she had always been almost like a daughter to him.]

It has. And how determined you always were. I do not know of anyone who could possibly refuse you.

[sparklingbrilliance]

[Smiling brightly, Idril tips her head back to look up at the sky. She always felt closer to it when he was swinging her around. Now is no different.

Everything feels happier because of him. Like with Ecthelion, she kisses his cheek, grateful for all he has done for her and her descendants.]

I learned to make a good case for what I wanted from you! You said I should always fight for what I wanted.

[mining_mole]

My scribe claims that their sense of a right time and place simply differs from ours, yet if that is so, theirs is an ill-gotten one.

[Smiling? At least a little bit, because Idril, even though the topic at hand isn't pleasant.]

[sparklingbrilliance]

...Maeglin? [She wavers like she has seen a ghost. Her back hits the wall and she forces herself to breathe deep.] There is much that is ill-gotten.

[First Maglor and now...

Idril straightens, overcoming her fear. He will soon have a very insistent Elvish maiden standing before him.]

Why are you smiling?

[mining_mole]

[...annnd his face turns mostly dark and withdrawn, though he attempts to keep the smile there, it's just awkward now.]

For seeing you lifts my heart.

[sparklingbrilliance]

[Even now that expression tugs at her heart. She doesn't like seeing him sad, but -]

I take it you do not remember.

[She had raged at Maglor, but this is...different. More personal. And if he doesn't know, it may well break him.]

That is kind of you to say, cousin.

[mining_mole]

No.

[That is easy to answer. Whatever it is that she is referring to is probably what Glorfindel had in mind, and he truly has no idea, only that it is clearly in his future.]

My knowledge of all that befell after we last saw Huor and Húrin is small, encompassing only what little I have been told.

[sparklingbrilliance]

[Then the blame doesn't rest on his shoulders...yet. Idril steels herself and reaches for his hands. Part of her can't help but wonder where she went wrong. Could she have been a better cousin? A better friend to him?]

I am glad to see you. [This Maeglin and not the Elf he becomes.] Time doesn't behave, but that is of no consequence.