Artanis!

These chats takes place before my last post and directly after this one





I got a nice headscarf, I only let my niece get a LITTLE tormented. Of course, it's after that that Finny tells me that he carved up that girl. I love my cousins, truly. And by love I mean I get the screaming heebies. I need to find out more of what 'I' did during all that was going on. I don't want to have my moral superiority vanish on me mid-argument someday.

Anyway, I got Finduilas home.



Artanis: *comforting Finny as they step back into Artaher's house* You probably shouldn't have told him, no matter how much he was bothering you

Finny: It just came out!

Gil-Galad: *returning to his house and overhears them talking* What just came out?

Artanis: Are you my nephew?
( But not the nephew she's kissing, right? )


I am the world's best aunt! Great first meeting, truly excellent. Artaher is hopefully forgiving.




Artanis: *searches for Idril and Ar*

Aredhel: *sitting in the gardens thinking about Eol while Idril and Ruby play*

Artanis: *flops down beside her* I beat up my nephew

Aredhel: *blinks out of it and turns to her* What?

Artanis: With my fists

Aredhel: You did what with your fists?
( In which Artanis reveals no man is worthy of her )

I've once again been put in charge of the hobbit while Idril and Aredhel go gallavanting off to do whatever is they do when they're doing that (I have a feeling the answer is 'boys') and watching her eat made me realize something.

She really, really, needs forks and spoons in her size. This is painful to watch. It usually ends in finger foods, no matter what she's supposed to be eating.

I only know one place to go for this, so it's time I faced the idea of seeing Feanor again anyway. It's not like he'll create more magic gems after seeing my hair again, right?

Maybe I'll put on that headscarf I bought just in case.

Instead of bothering to worry about the mess my cousins have gotten into, I decided to do some arts and crafts for the benefit of all. Or at least Idril.



Artanis: *ties a rope ladder she made to Ruby's crib* There. Now Idril can sleep through the night when you need to go.

Ruby: *beams climbs up swiftly*

Idril: Hey, that's a great idea, Artanis. Thanks!

Artanis: *elaborate bow* I wonder where Ar's been all day
( Feeling doom close around her! That's right )

Gee, Aredhel. He could look less suspicious.

But it's not like I'm gonna tell her that.

I had a *wonderful* time with Idril, but I really needed to get around to sorting out my life here.

Artanis: *knockknocknocnknock*
Artanis: *lets herself in* Your secretary said you were in. Lovely girl, I bet we'll be great friends. Hello, cousin!
Turgon: ....Artanis. *semi-forced cheery smile*
Artanis: Where am I in this time? It's really very fascinating.
Turgon: You're in my city, Gondolin.
Artanis: Oh, I knew that. But where am *I*. The other me. The grown up.
Turgon: Oh. I don't know.
Artanis: Oh. I need somewhere to live. I built myself a box from houses and it was nice, but now it's really quite cold out and I'm afraid of burning it down.

Turgon: That's a legit concern. *nods* Do you want a place of your own, or should we talk one of your brothers into taking you in?
Artanis: *taps her finger to her lips and thinks* Could... I go with Aredhel? Or your daughter? She's really nice. We were talking about parties together.
Turgon: They both live in the palace, with me. That's an option, if you really want.
Artanis: I think that would suit me very well.
Turgon: Great. Head over and a servant can show you what rooms are free. *writes up a note for her, to make sure the servant will do so* Here.
Artanis: Thanks! Tell me if you ever find out where I am, would you? I'd like to ask a few questions
Turgon: Uh. Sure. You're probably with male Maglor.
Artanis: He makes such a pretty girl. Shame about his brother.
Turgon: It is. *thinks; I haven't slept with that one yet*
Artanis: *fingerwave and strides off to find a servant*

Artanis: HI COUSIN AR :D

Aredhel: Artanis? Wow, look at you!

Artanis: :D I live in the palace now!

Aredhel: Oh, as do I! Oh, it's good to see you. *hugs tight*

Artanis: But no one knows where the me from this time is!
( I may be a little callous after this, but OH MY VARDA, if you've heard half of the things I've heard since I arrived here! )

Gosh, maybe it's time I actually told someone I was here. I mean, it was nice and all making a usable (and well-insulated) hut from materials commonly found around the city and countryside, but I think it's time I enrich the lives of my family some more!

Goodbye, strange cats that adopted me into your tribe.

Goodbye, little rats that I taught to dance and sing, as well as cook delicious meals.

Hello, shampoo and creepy uncle Fefe asking for my hair again.