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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

There is a remarkably mentally stable Bëoring in the bar, wearing a fur-lined vest and a scarf (but no antlers) and humming to himself as he flips through a book written in Elvish and munches a basket of fries (still his favourite modern Earth-food). Yes, he's the same one who was out by the lake with the ghosts last night. Anyone who wants an explanation for that should come ask him. Otherwise, anyone who wants to chat can come over as well. Gorlim likes to talk. Or listen.

If you're Random or Ramon, he'd also like to know where his daughter is and whether they've tried anything odd like feeding her ketchup or seeing if she weighs the same as a duck (she does -- assuming it was a large duck).

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[namo]

Námo sits on a stool next to Gorlim, smiling at him.

"You look warm, titta aiwë," he remarks. "And too thin."

Not that it is a criticism on his lover's appearance, for Gorlim was beauitful to him no matter what his body looked like -- it was merely a statement of concerned fact.

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"Hence the potatoes," he says, popping another into his mouth. "Have some. They're good. And yes, I am warm. You should try it sometime." He grins at the Vala. "You're feeling better, I hope?"

[namo]

He nods.

"Much."

And then gives the fried foods a distasteful glare.

"Those are not healthy for you, Gorlim. You should eat something with more nutritional value."

Someone, stop the Vala from reading so often!

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"Says who? Anyway, they're tasty!" he argues. And really, they kind of ARE more nutritional than quite a lot of what he used to have to eat in Dorthonion. Like... pinecones. Oh yeah. Lots of nutritional value in those...

[namo]

"Says a book."

He turns to Bar and kindly asks for two bowls of boar stew, a loaf of bread, and two mugs of hot, spiced cider. He thanked her when the meal appeared, and turned to Gorlim.

"If you are going to eat that, then humour me and eat this as well." His cheeks colour a little. "It is something that those in medieval Europe, on Earth, used to eat, but it seemed like something I remember one of those in my Halls eating during rich winters."

Námo had tried to read all he could about food, and found that those of that time period were most familiar to the memories he possessed.

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"I think I could stand that." He shoves that fries aside. Really -- home food's always the best. "I'd like to know what you've been reading, though, that tells you all these things. And you can blame Ramon for feeding them to me."

[namo]

He chuckles as he begins to eat his own stew, the warmth of the food welcoming.

"I began with reading histories; Amanda was the one who piqued that curiosity when she spoke of her world's political structure. When I became curious about food, I asked the library for books about food, and I was given cookbooks, which allowed me to narrow my search down to food in histories."

Námo stops to sip his cider and tear a piece of bread to dip into the broth of his stew.

"One thing always led to another, a new interest, a new word, a new world. I have much time to wile away, and so I spend much of it reading."

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"You must tell me about it sometime," Gorlim says, stirring a piece of bread in his stew. "But don't you ever read just stories?" He likes those best, really. And poetry.

[namo]

"Oh, I have," he says quickly. "I have read detective novels, which Asar-Suti suggested to me, though I did not much care for those. I also tried to read romantic books, but those were silly and unbelievable. What I tend to read most, that is not a history or such, is the volumes of poetry. Ever since discovering them in the library, I tend to read poetry when I wish for simple enjoyment and not knowledge."

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"I like those best, too," he says. "Jack showed me some about wars and things. I like those. They sound true, often enough. And the ones that don't... well, anyway, they talk about gund a lot, which is very interesting." He tosses his head a bit. "What is a romance book?"

[namo]

He wrinkles his nose.

"They are insipid books. All very much the same, only the names change. Even their appearances tend to be similar. They tell a tale between a man and a women -- usually at odds with one another, but secretly in lust, supposedly adding to the tension between them. Some event tends to take place where it forces them to look beyond their disagreeable circumstances and they declare love for one another and then bed each other. The female usually is a virgin, while the male is experienced, and the metaphors they use for their loving make my head ache."

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He doesn't say anything for some time, trying to decide whether to be amused or disgusted by the idea.

Finally -- "What sorts of metaphors?"

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Big brother draped over his shoulders like a scarf. "Still have all your fingers and toes?"

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"I do indeed seem to have come through the ordeal more or less whole," Gorlim says, tilting his head back to look up at his brother. "Minus, interestingly, a few scars, which doubtless will return in time just to smite me. You?"

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

"Well, let's be optimistic anyway." He pulls up a chair to sit down. "I'm fine. Still a little freaked, but I'm glad you're okay now."

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"I am always optimistic."

Gorlim props his feet up on Lee's lap and smiiiirks. "I'm sure Melkor will know, at any rate. I don't remember it, but he says this happened to me every year for all the thousands I was under his care. So. I'm certain he'll know."

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

"I don't care what that shitpile knows. It's over for now and that's what matters." He pokes affectionately at Gorlim's foot.

"But you're feeling better and everything?"

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"A touch chilled yet," he admits, waggling his foot at Lee. "But overall better, yes. Warmer, certainly, than I have been in quite a while. Thank you for dragging me out of that lake."

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"No problem." He swats playfully at the foot. "I'd missed going swimming. Haven't done it in months." He laughs.

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"Doubtless because it is damned cold outside, Lee." Gorlim smirks and kicks at the hand lightly. "Although I'm sure I could arrange for a more in-depth analysis of the situation." Swimming. Depth. Get it? Ha-ha.

Slap him before he tries another one.

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He groans. "That was bloody awful." The foot gets shoved more insistently.

"Oh. Speaking of damned cold, I taught Namo the fundamentals of snowball fighting the other day."

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"Oh yes, he told me!" Gorlim GRINS. "He told me about several other things that transpired." He takes his feet off Lee's lap and darts a hand forward to touch Lee's cheek. "Are you sure you want that?"

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

"Not--not that much actually transpired, really." Aw, he's blushing a little. "Especially because I certainly wouldn't let anything serious transpire without your express permission, and preferably your actually being there as well. And I highly doubt he would either."

He exhales slowly. "But...whatever you're okay with, I...oh, hell, Gorlim, I don't know. It kind of scares me."

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[ooc: psst! LotR alert (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/9511399.html)!] :D]

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[ooc: ZOMG I WANT MY FARAMIR PUPPET!!! *flails* But hello, let's see what havoc Gorlim can wreak on this guy :D ]