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[bythewaves]

Hm, I imagine he would not have been able to keep entirely silent. But you had best ask your mother for further tales, lest she decide to seek revenge on me!

[silvergift]

I would not tell her. Oh please? You cannot tell me something like that and then choose to keep silent, it is completely unfair.

[bythewaves]

[ For the first time this conversation she wins a small wicked smile from him and he wags his finger at her ]

Oh no no no, she will already be cross that I have told you this much! I do not fancy being on the receiving end of her wrath again, especially as there are no statues of me to desecrate!

[silvergift]

I would not tell her though. [She pouts some more, giving her uncle her most pleading of looks.] Pleeease?

[bythewaves]

[ Ohh no, he knows that look - no, no, no, we are not looking nope ]

I think not! I love you dearly Celebrian, but I fear your mother more. Bad enough the last time!

[silvergift]

[Continues pouting. Over 5,000 years old but dang it, she will still bust out a pout when there's something she really wants and thinks it will work.]

She would never know, I promise. At least, I will say nothing to her.

[bythewaves]

[ noooooo not the pout he is weak to the pout that is cheating little niece! ]

And will you protect me from her inevitable revenge when she finds out then little niece? I do not fancy a repeat of the Fountain Incident!

[silvergift]

[She does what she has to!]

You will be safe, I promise. Now come on, tell me something?

[bythewaves]

[ Aaaaaaaugh curse his weakness for pouting ellith! ]

[ He throws up his hands and shakes his head at her ]

Very well, but you swear you will not tell your mother I told you this story!

[silvergift]

[She raises her hands up, looking more than a little gleeful.]

I will not tell her a thing, I promise.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor sighs and shakes his head]

Very well as then. The things I do for you [ he grumbles fondly ]

You know, I think, how your mother was something of a tomboy growing up? She had a reputation for destroying dresses, indeed, she often lamented that she was forced to wear them at all! For her fifteeth begetting day, one of especial magnificence was commissioned for her. It was a lovely thing, dripping in pearls and exquisitely embroidered. Much to her displeasure, it also had long heavy drop sleeves and an equally long train. Hardly easy to move in. She raged angrily at all of us that she was no delicate jewel to be displayed so, but we all knew she would wear it, for it was a gift from grandfather. Finrod took her aside, comforting her that at the least it was only one time. He then suggested that it would make a lovely short dress and cape later.

Imagine the look on everyone's faces when she walked into the banquet hall, skirt chopped scandalously short and the train turned into a lovely cape, drop sleeves elaborately tied in ribbons to keep them out of the way!

She looked beautiful and dangerous and utterly not like a 'delicate jewel' - but a magnificent one all the same! We knew Finrod had helped - no one ties ribbons like he does. And Amarië as well, based on the tailoring. More than one ellon lost their heart to her that night! And she set a new fashion trend in Alqualonde as well as Tirion. Fortunately, grandfather found it funny as well, although her parents, perhaps less so!

[silvergift]

[She listens intently, a smug little smile on her face at her apparent victory against Maglor. He can probably even see her as she imagines it all as he tells her the tale.

Her mouth actually drops open when he reaches the part where her mother had cut the skirt of the dress and changed it before the banquet, before everyone had seen it in its original glory.

At the same time though-] I suppose I was not so different from her when I was young. I ruined a great many fine dresses.

[bythewaves]

[ siiiiiiiigh curse ellith and their pouty eyes ]

I am not entirely surprised to hear that [ he answers wryly ] - with Galadriel as your mother, indeed I think I would be rather curious if you did not.

[silvergift]

[And yet, he still loves her.]

I thought you might not be. Surprisingly though, it was mother who was often more displeased about my dresses ruin.

[bythewaves]

[ Somehow, this is true. Curse his fondness for fiesty ellith S I G H ]

Hm, I suppose she would be! After all, it is now her who makes or pays for them!

[silvergift]

[Curse seems accurate. He is forever cursed with feisty ellith that have pouty eyes and can seemingly wrap him around their finger.]

She should have seen it coming.

[bythewaves]

[ Yes. Whhhyyy what did he do to deserve... don't answer that. Also he has the sinking feeling Celebrian would get along great with Falmamiriel ]

Apparently in this one area, at least, Galadriel's famed foresight failed her!

[silvergift]

[She very likely would. But then, she gets along great with a number of people.]

Unfortunately so! It seems fitting now that ruining her own dresses should have come back to haunt her in the form of her own daughter.

[bythewaves]

[ Sob. Story of his life - bossed around by beautiful fiesty ellith. ... Could be worse he supposes ]

So it does! Perhaps all her past indiscretions will come back that way as well. Tell me, little niece, were you as fond of mud pies as she was?

[silvergift]

[Could be much worse. There could be children wrapping him around their fingers too.]

How fond was she? I know that I made them often and I tried to give one to one of the guards once.

[bythewaves]

[ ... good thing Curufin was the only one who reproduced huh ]

Hm, much like you, she enjoyed greatly making them - but more, she enjoyed throwing them. At whoever upset her at the time. I do believe she once got into a fight with Irisse... sorry, Aredhel - no one put them in white for at least a Tree year after that.

[silvergift]

[Or he could have visited Imladris while the twins or Arwen were growing up.]

Oh, I did not throw them. Often. [Once in awhile there had been someone who got on her young nerves. Like a trader patronizing her and then things just... happened.]

I can barely imagine that. Mother has always had a fondness for while, that I can remember.

[bythewaves]

She might now, but oh, you should have heard the tantrums back in the day. Between her and Aredhel, it sometimes felt like a competition as to which of them could ruin their lovely white dresses faster.

[silvergift]

I cannot imagine that mother lost it very often. If ever she has wanted to do something, little could stop her.

[bythewaves]

Oh that last was as true then as it doubtless is now. But do not let her calmness decieve you! She has a tmper, has your mother, and a way of getting even!