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[bythewaves]

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[silvergift]

I am glad that you think so, uncle. For a long time, I did not think I was worthy of his affections.

[You know, during those two thousand years where he said nothing.]

[bythewaves]

[ an amused huff ] I suspect he might say the same. You are a credit to your parents, little niece. If there is one thing I might be grateful for, it is this chance to know you.

[silvergift]

Perhaps he might although I would think much of his reason may lie in the fact that many find my parents frightening. [No idea where they got that idea.]

I am glad I have had this chance, too.

[bythewaves]

Hm. Well I cannot speak of your father, but I imagine anyone who could keep up with Artanis would be fearsome indeed if he wished it. And my cousin... well. She is grown great, and it would not surprise me that others find her... intimidating.

[silvergift]

Oh yes, he can be very frightening at times. Only ever when he has needed to be though. You would need t meet him. [Which is likely never to happen.]

Mother is the greatest. [There is so much bias here.]

[bythewaves]

Hm [ A small little smile ] Oh, I have no doubt I would find him terrifying, little niece - and I do not think I need to meet him to know that. [ Since, you know, Celeborn's reaction would probably be to try & take his head ]

She is rather special, although I think you a little biased there niece.

[silvergift]

Perhaps not. [The smallest of smiles. And yes, that probably would be his first impulse.]

Are not all who have met her biased in some way?

[bythewaves]

Mm, that is probably a fair assessment. [ the smile is quiet and faint, but the spark in his eyes is real enough ] She always did like to... make an impression.

[silvergift]

I do not think that has changed much.

[She's glad he's showing some reaction, that it's genuine.]

[bythewaves]

Hm, no it certainly does not seem to have, eh? Only her method of doing so. You should ask her how she made an impression at the banquet for her fifteeth begetting day. Finrod was laughing for weeks afterwards every time it was brought up.

[silvergift]

Oh? [Her brows go up curiously.] I will certainly have to ask. Uncle Finrod mentioned nothing like it while I have been in Aman.

[bythewaves]

[ That even manages a low chuckle ]

He would not, I imagine - he was always a kind one, and not likely to spread rumors too unkind when the one at fault was not there! Besides, he was as much to blame as her, that day!

[silvergift]

Well, he did tell me a few stories, just a few. How she got into everything and caused some trouble. [Laughing softly.] You leave me very curious now.

[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.