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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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"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!"

His hands come to rest on Gorlim's shoulders.

"We do like each other."

A pause.

"But there is more there than simply us liking each other. And it is that which is confusing me. There is nothing harmful in finding him lovely to look at..."

My mind did not stop with looking, little bird, and I find that frightening. Do you not fear love I could someday offer him?

Gorlim comes around the table and puts his arm around his Vala's shoulder, leaning slightly against him.

He lets himself fall backward a bit against Gorlim.

Do not abandon me in this, because I feel lost in the dark without a light to guide me. I do not wish anyone to be hurt.

Gorlim kisses the Vala's head.

"When have I ever abandoned you?" he asks.

He smiles.

"Never -- even when it was most wise to do so."

Gorlim hugs Namo around the shoulders tightly.

"See there -- you've nothing to worry about, have you?"