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I'm thirsty. Could I get something to drink? Preferably water.There, is that better?
*pours water in the vase*I'm thirsty. Could I get something to drink? Preferably water.
*Amrod looks innocently at Fëanor* Atar, I was just telling them what Tyelko told me, about how you ate Grandma Miriel! One question— why?
*Fingon hears the scream and runs over, alarmed* Brother, what’s wrong?! Are you seeing things again?*drops the flowers and screams loudly*
I must've had too much Benadryl again!!
Fëanor: What?! I did NOT eat your grandmother! However did you boys get such a stupid idea in your heads? Her death was a tragedy and I will not stand for it being made light of!*Amrod looks innocently at Fëanor* Atar, I was just telling them what Tyelko told me, about how you ate Grandma Miriel! One question— why?
Maitimo: Ah, that makes me feel slightly better I guess?
*Fingon hears the scream and runs over, alarmed* Brother, what’s wrong?! Are you seeing things again?
Amrod: *thinking aloud* That would explain why she looked fine when we were in Mandos, and why she wasn’t afraid of you… But Tyelko told me so! *points down to Celegorm, who is still lying in the coffin*Fëanor: What?! I did NOT eat your grandmother! However did you boys get such a stupid idea in your heads? Her death was a tragedy and I will not stand for it being made light of!
*shaken* Wait, I’m— what? What are you talking about?
*steps back, wide-eyed and alarmed* Maitimo, I don’t think you’re dreaming this…My name is not *Flowers*, Russandol. Do you say to your brothers, "Let's go hunting, Elves!"?
I second that notion. Lay off the antihistamines, brother... *downs some prozac**carefully, but shakily, picks up the flowers and puts them in a vase*
There, is that better?
I've got to find a better sleeping aid... this is one of the wackiest dreams I've ever had!
This flower was clearly picked from the pastures of Yavanna... either way, I do not trust this beautiful little flower. It seems especially mischievous. Did the Ainur send you to spy on us?My name is not *Flowers*, Russandol. Do you say to your brothers, "Let's go hunting, Elves!"?
*leans forward and rests his hand over Amrod's head* You should know better than to listen to Tyelko. Remember... of all your older brothers whose words can be trusted the most?
Right, sorry. What is your name then? I mean I know the Two Trees were once semi-sentient, and there's the Ents, but I've never, um, talked to a flower before.My name is not *Flowers*, Russandol. Do you say to your brothers, "Let's go hunting, Elves!"?
I'm not sure whether to be concerned or relieved...*steps back, wide-eyed and alarmed* Maitimo, I don’t think you’re dreaming this…
*eyes the Prozac* Can I have one? Or ten?I second that notion. Lay off the antihistamines, brother... *downs some prozac*
Mine, obviously! Low bar as it is, I'm the most level-headed out of all of us. Sorry Kano, but you're too much of a theatre kid to hold that title.Remember... of all your older brothers whose words can be trusted the most?
Fëanor: Well just because Tyelko says something, it doesn't make it true. He was either messing with you, or equally mixed up.
*leans forward and rests his hand over Amrod's head* You should know better than to listen to Tyelko. Remember... of all your older brothers whose words can be trusted the most?
Amrod: Well… It definitely wouldn’t be Káno, because he makes ZERO sense with all of his songs and poems. I would say Telvo, but he’s not here, so… Curvo? He said I could trust him completely. But then there’s you, Nelyo… Can I call it a draw between you and Curvo?Mine, obviously! Low bar as it is, I'm the most level-headed out of all of us. Sorry Kano, but you're too much of a theatre kid to hold that title.
Amrod: So to be clear, you did not eat Grandma Miriel, then?Fëanor: Well just because Tyelko says something, it doesn't make it true. He was either messing with you, or equally mixed up.
*Fingon keeps staring at the flowers, but forces himself to look away so he can address Fëanor* But Uncle, strange as it sounds, these flowers are sentient… somehow! Maitimo’s not going insane, and he’s definitely no Disney Princess. He’s one of the most responsible people I know! *looks back to see Maedhros still staring wildly at the talking flowers*
Certainly, brother! *shakes bottle over his hand... empty* Or not.*eyes the Prozac* Can I have one? Or ten?
While I won't deny your courage and leadership among our brothers... your level-headedness is another matter. I mean, if we had just submitted ourselves to the mercy of the Valar it would have spared you an especially dramatic death by fiery chasm and I would not have spent the last six-thousand years by myself. Anyways... here we are -- together again at last! *outwardly smiling, internally dying*Mine, obviously! Low bar as it is, I'm the most level-headed out of all of us. Sorry Kano, but you're too much of a theatre kid to hold that title.
*gasp* Úi!! You used to love my lullabies!!Amrod: Well… It definitely wouldn’t be Káno, because he makes ZERO sense with all of his songs and poems. I would say Telvo, but he’s not here, so… Curvo? He said I could trust him completely. But then there’s you, Nelyo… Can I call it a draw between you and Curvo?
Celegorm: Curvo?!?!Amrod: Well… It definitely wouldn’t be Káno, because he makes ZERO sense with all of his songs and poems. I would say Telvo, but he’s not here, so… Curvo? He said I could trust him completely. But then there’s you, Nelyo… Can I call it a draw between you and Curvo?
Amrod: So to be clear, you did not eat Grandma Miriel, then?
Mischievous, say you? I am merely who I am. And no, spies are not in Yavanna's keeping... The other Ainur are not even aware of Yavanna's mistake; she and Aulë are keeping it quiet. I am here because someone brought me.This flower was clearly picked from the pastures of Yavanna... either way, I do not trust this beautiful little flower. It seems especially mischievous. Did the Ainur send you to spy on us?
My Valarin name none but the Valar who called me such know. I suppose, in Quenya, it translates to Laurinalótë. Ah, the Trees... those were the days... And the Ents, you say? We have not seen them in the last five millennia.
There is always reason to be concerned... But fortunately, you are not in danger, any of you... Unless it be from yourselves.I'm not sure whether to be concerned or relieved...
Fëanáro, you do have these things called eyes, do you not? Or did Námo decide the fate of your new body to be lacking?
Thank you, Findekáno, the "somehow" is unimportant. You are always the voice of reason and sense to your uncle and cousins. Although in this household, there is no telling if that will hold up. *coughs as flowers do**Fingon keeps staring at the flowers, but forces himself to look away so he can address Fëanor* But Uncle, strange as it sounds, these flowers are sentient… somehow! Maitimo’s not going insane, and he’s definitely no Disney Princess. He’s one of the most responsible people I know! *looks back to see Maedhros still staring wildly at the talking flowers*
Tyelko, Tyelko... You may have knowledge of all the languages of the animals, but it has nothing to do you with your "connection to the ecosystem" as you put it. And are you claiming to be the greatest Disney princess? Maybe I should let your father direct his arguments to you....*Celegorm holding the wriggling flowers*
Well...this is some new levels of my connection to the ecosystem.
I always knew I had it in me though! Cinderella and Snow White can never compare!
Oh... that's okay, I can handle life without antidepressants... *chokes back tears*Certainly, brother! *shakes bottle over his hand... empty* Or not.
Maitimo: I had no idea flowers knew so much! You're sounding like some sort of ancient primordial being. No offense, but I always thought if flowers could talk, they'd be kind of dumb because they don't have a lot of room for a brain, unlike trees. I can see I was wrong, though.There is nothing that we of the ground do not seep up, nor does the wind not brush past us with. I have known all of you long ere the sun and moon walked the skies.
Fëanor: *glances around warily* Who's that voice? Where is that coming from?Fëanáro, you do have these things called eyes, do you not? Or did Námo decide the fate of your new body to be lacking?
Maitimo: That's reassuring. 😑 As if we don't all have enough stress in our lives.There is always reason to be concerned... But fortunately, you are not in danger, any of you... Unless it be from yourselves.
Amrod: So to be clear, you did not eat Grandma Miriel, then?
Fëanor: Correct. And if I ever hear such nonsense out of any of your mouths again, you won't be getting any desserts for a year!I would like to know as well!
Maitimo: Well I've certainly been kidnapped/enslaved. Atar has the magic hands, if you consider the ability to craft a Silmaril magical.Celegorm: Hey! I never said I'm a Disney princess!
Aredhel: you may be though. Shall we run the test?
Do you have magic hair?
Celegorm: I've always thought my hair to be too pretty but magical? I'm not sure.
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