Month: February 2015

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*pales, gripping the side of the tub, while breathing slowly through his nose*

“Get. Out!”

*raises palms, makes a sound like he’s calming a horse*  Ah, easy, Noldo, today  I am here under the white flag! I come in good will… so to speak. 

*drops apron casually* We’ve enough wounds between us, haven’t we? Can we not take one moment to stay our vengeances, and speak together as rational creatures? *dips a hand into the water, slightly raising its temperature* 

*Narrows eyes at the sound and opens his mouth as to speak before closing it again as his eyes fly wide open and he chokes slightly when Sauron drops his apron and puts a hand in the tub.*

I do not trust you Thauron and even would I..

*swallows while gathering his legs under him so to be ready to exit the tub but keeps his head up, unwilling to admit defeat*

…Even were I inclined to talk to you I do not wish to do so while in my bath. I want you to leave.

*flippant* Oh come now, we’ve held parley before! You remember… 
And there is nothing that prevents discussion while enjoying a good soak, is there? 

Besides… I was told I was invited. It’s dreadfully inhospitable of you to change your mind now.

*steps into bath, sighing and letting his hair down, curling tightly in the steam* 

*looks at with undiluted hate in his eyes, slowly raising in a crouched position, ready to sing to his feet but extremely careful to keep as distant as possible from the Maia, his hand closed in a tight fist*

Yes, there is much preventing us from parleying in my bath. Particularly when you came here uninvited and are so clearly unwilling to listen to the simplest of my requests.

I never invited you here and I do not wish to share my bath with you, Thauron.

Sauron gave a slow rumble of amusement. “But I came bearing gifts for my gracious host! Something to enliven the experience…”  

From his discarded apron he produced a vial of scented oil, carefully deploying a few drops of fragrance from the bottle’s glass stem. The aroma of cinnamon and amber rose with the steam. 

“I see that my cousin’s news was not entirely genuine. My apologies. However, now that I’m here, won’t you at least hear me out? I had a question for you regarding mechanical structures…. purely theoretical! Nothing at all to do with politics, you have my word.”  The maia added with a sanguine gesture, reclining further into the bath. 

At the sight of the oil phial Maedhros’ lips bent in a light grimace as colour drained once again from hims face and he slowly started rising to his feet, trying not to inhale the aroma wafting up from the water.

“How lucky am I to have your world!” Despite the near panic chocking him the Fëanorion managed to keep his voice calm but sharp. “Your questions may be asked elsewhere.” He went on as his tone became dry. “I do not want you in my private space and, if your goal was to have a conversation with me and not harassment you would not impose your presence when it is clearly unwelcome.”

"You cut me to the quick.” Sauron rose, dripping, and wrung out a twist of his hair. “Very well, where would you prefer we converse? The parlor? The library?”

He stepped out of the bath– making no move whatsoever to retrieve his garments.