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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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Gorlim stares at the book in horror.

"Oh god, if that's the sort of drivel I leave Eilinel to find, it's little wonder she's been getting hissy lately."

Námo laughs.

"Your Lady has more between her ears than the ladies this is meant for. She has a child and her plants, her herbs and her elixirs. Along with those she calls friends -- I doubt your Lady reads such things."

He has faith the Lady Eilinel is smarter than these books assume she would be.

"I should hope so! Good lord. I've always thought Eilinel was brighter than this. I can't imagine her descending to such a level. But you never can tell with women, what they'll find enlightening about some things."

He smirks.

"You should simply ask her, dear one."

He sets his dishes aside, piling his empty bowl with Gorlim's, and stares at the Man for a bit.

"I would like to take Lee to our clearing, little bird. Have a proper picnic like the one Ramon described to me. We would also have the privacy of our wintry haven to ... discuss things."

"Oh, yes. I would like that very much. As soon as possible!" He glows back at Namo, thrilled by the thought of having his brother and Vala get along.

Hey, they already get along!

This more than just 'getting along'.

"Whenever you wish, little bird. Speak with your gwador, and ask him when would be best. You are aware I have few demands on my time."

"I shall. Oh, I do hope this works out." He reaches to tug at a strand of Namo's hair.

"Are you happy, orchalmyl?" he asks abruptly.

Námo chuckles -- because he likes the gentle tug, the idle playing the Man does with his hair.

"Happy? I am content for the moment, yes. Why do you ask, titta aiwë? Do you fear I am involving myself with Lee, setting aside my own happiness for yours?"

He is a smart Vala.

"Naturally. I also worry for you because of how discontent you seemed last night when I found you." Another light tug. He likes to hear his Vala laugh.

He shifts a bit.

"My discontent had nothing to do with Lee."

Pause.

"Well, almost nothing to do with Lee. But we have discussed your Lady already, and I agree that time is needed. And time I have."

Quick kiss to his little bird's nose and a smile.

"But I can still worry at you, can I not? I can make fine words, but words do not solve problems of the heart so quickly." He taps his chest. "Only the heart can do that. And alas, not mine, or there would not be a problem."

"Yes, I understand what you mean, lover. But I also saw the truth in your words last night and took them to heart. The problems are not solved, but the solution will take time to develop. I have faith in all of us."

And love.

That was what was important.

He smiles, takes Namo's hand, and kisses it.

"So do I, my lovely. So do I."

He likes how Gorlim touches him -- loves him in such noble ways.

But a memory from the previous night clouds his eyes and he looks quickly away.

"Melanyel, titta aiwë," he says.

He strokes his thumb over the Vala's hand and looks at him questioningly.

"Such a shadow darkens moonlight," he murmurs. "Shall I dispell it with a breath, my lovely?"

He slides his eyes toward his poet.

"You cannot dispell my unease, lovely poet."

But he turns his hand so he is clasping Gorlim's, holding it a bit tighter.

"Then will you share it, so that I may ease its burden?" He squeezes the hand holding his suddenly so tight.

His face flushes.

"Lee is lovely to look upon," he says quietly.

Gorlim GRINS, and forces himself to stop short of laughing.

"Lee is very lovely," he agrees.

Now he swallows visibly.

"We spoke at length last night while he was bathing. At one point, he came out dressed in only his towel--"

His ears feel hot.

Gorlim leans an elbow on the table and rests his chin in his hand with his knuckles over his lips.

And snickers.

"Did he now."

He does not raise his eyes.

"I could not help but look!"

Gorlim reaches a slow, steady hand...

...and pokes the Vala in the stomach.

His head snaps up at the odd reaction.

"Why did you poke me? I am sorry if it displeases you, but I could not help it. This feeling I have is odd, and I do not understand it. Physical desire for someone I do not love as I love you confuses me and makes me feel as if it is a betrayal to you."

It is all said in a great rush with darting eyes.

"It does not displease me! I poked you because I like to touch you."

He slides the empty plates out of the way and leans across the table so he can put his hands around the Vala's waist. "I am not displeased at all, my lovely. Why should I be? What harm is there in finding someone attractive? Which Lee is, I know very well. And I want you two to like each other!"