A Wonderful Day in the Neighborhood: Bingo Bolger-Baggins

[bingo_bolger_baggins]

So we finally arrived home at Back End without further incident with our First Age guest. We had a spot of tea and did some chatting all around, and then Feanor stepped outside and that's when Further Incident made an appearance, not a very major one, but an appearance nonetheless in the form of a loud crack that we all went out to investigate, and which turned out to be a tree limb felled by Feanor's instigation. This seemed to be accompanied by a family reunion of sorts between Feanor and Celebrimbor. They went to see Celly's smithy while the rest of us went in to get dinner together. But everyone is invited when they're ready to come in and take a seat at the table.

Let's see what we have in the wine cabinet. We have wine from Woodhall--that's good. Ah, and here's one from the vineyards by the Gulf of Lune and one from the Havens--made with Elven palates in mind--let's put those out as well. Shall I pour, or should we wait?

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[elanorgamgee.livejournal.com]

*nods and smiles* Of course. *feeling him starting to relax* Is that helping at all? *alters the pressure and movement of her hand slightly, mindful of his still-healing injuries*

*sucks in her breath sharply, still harboring guilt over the fact that she had hadn't divorced herself completely from the family that day* Yes. I'm so sorry, Bingo. *is prevented from launching into too many italics, however, by virtue of his balrog joke, variations of which never fail to amuse her* Absolutely. *hastens to clarify, knowing that their dinner guest met his demise in the same fashion* In his case at least.

*blushes and laughs, adding coyly* Oh, absolutely nothing at all. *laughs again, feeling a little silly at her sudden giddiness, but not minding too terribly*

Although things do seem to be a bit too quiet. Should we be worried, or should we just enjoy the brief respite?

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

That is lovely. You have skilled hands, dearheart. I ennnnvy my uncle. *kisses her cheek and reluctantly pulls back*

Indeed. *understands her qualification* We'll withhold Balrog-Demising-Judgement on this branch of the family until we know more about them, and observe more of their behavior toward us.

*becomes serious* Celebrimbor struck me as a nice, unassuming fellow for an Elf, especially one so accomplished. But his calling of his rings back to himself worries me. It seems to me art should be generative, not hoarded. I hope he's just collecting them to make an accounting of them and have a reunion of sorts, but if he doesn't dispense them to others, I don't think much good can come of that. Feanor, on the other hand . . . is not an unassuming person, but I suppose such a creator doesn't need to be . . . which may be how everyone has always treated him . . . and how he got the way he did . . . one wonders what some thousands of additional years has taught him. I was unexpectedly pleased by his interest in our doings. That's the most curious I've ever seen an Elf about those different from himself. It's not the same as actually caring about others, but it is a start.

*laughs and smiles knowingly at her, but decides not to pry*

Let's not borrow worries, dearheart; we are quite wealthy in that department. *smiles at her, takes her hand* I'm so glad you're back with us. And I do think it's probably a good thing that we have these guests right now.

[elanorgamgee.livejournal.com]

*pulls away and crosses one arms in front of her body, embarrassed and annoyed with herself for overstepping; smiles at him but glances away more quickly*

*nods as she listens, generally agreeing with his assessment of their Noldorin guests but feeling as if she has little to add to it at the moment with her mind still jumbled*

*offers another quick smile* It's good to be back. *although truth be told at the moment she wishes she could run away and hide under the bed*

*softly* Why do you say that, Bingo?

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

*is worried he embarrassed her with unwanted flirting and his sexualizing of her caring gesture, figures he'll find some way to clown her out of the mood* But who knows with these silly Elves, really. *shrugs and makes a face*

Well, because as much as you want to start afresh now, there's no way you can put your past behind you--one's past becomes ever more looming when you carry it into a new place, trying to find a drawer to stuff it into. These Noldor have given a chance for you to view it from the angle of a more distant part of that family. Aaaaaaand it's made you somewhat ornery today, dearheart--and that's a very good thing. *smiles encouragingly at her* It will help you settle here better, carry your past from a more advantageous hold, and continue on into your future with it. Besides ornery Elanorelle amuses me ever so much.

[elanorgamgee.livejournal.com]

*smiles, grateful for his efforts to cheer her and the validation of what she had been experiencing much of the afternoon*

I know Bingo, thank you. I suppose I knew that I'd have to go through this process at some point, but I wasn't quite expecting it today, and would have preferred to go through in a slightly less... *winces, imagining how moody and difficult and self-absorbed she must seem to everyone else present* public manner.

*smiles as Isengar enters the room but holds back a moment, still feeling a bit awkward and insecure and weird*

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. *shakes his head* Oooooh, not public--just friends and family--among loved ones who understand, dearheart. Actually, I think the timing is good. There never is a good time for these things, so best to spring it all on you now and get this part over with.

*sees his uncle enter (http://www.livejournal.com/users/bbolger_baggins/60250.html?thread=1732954#t1732954)* Ah, and look who it is.