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[namo]

Námo sits in a chair near the fire, staring into it, brooding.

He's gotten good at the brooding.

Why yes, it is an imaginative entrance post.

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Brooding was not something that Abby tolerated well. She usually threw jokes at her co-workers when they got broody.

It was too bad that she didn't know this particular man. But that didn't mean she couldn't be curious about exactly why he was brooding. So she watched him from a distance, her head cocked to one side.

[namo]

Námo, very aware of most glances his way.

His eyes flicker from the fire to the source of the gaze, his eyes focused unblinking on her.

Well. This was someone new.

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Well, it was hard to miss the gothic girl, wasn't it? She managed to stand out in the bar, despite all the black that she wore. Then again, she did wear some bright red as well, most often her lipstick.

When he decided to look her way, Abby held his gaze.

Yay, staring contest!

[namo]

It's fun to have staring contests with creatures that don't need blink. And possess endless amounts of patience.

She is dressed like the young man he had briefly met the other day -- the one named Clive. Who was from Earth.

Hmm.

A lot of people from Earth.

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Indeed, she was from Earth. Whether or not the same one as Clive was questionable, but she was definitely an Earthian. Or whatever the word was.

It was a good thing Abby was good at staring contests, though. So she kept on staring. You would think she had a mutant power not to blink or something, really.

Then again, she was pretty weird for a normal human. Although normal was a relative word for her.

[namo]

He tilts his head curiously.

Námo makes a decision to nod once to her, a quiet invitation she is free to either ignore, decline or take.

The chairs and sofas by the fire were nice, after all, and the Vala never minded speaking with those in the bar.

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What kind of curious little goth girl would Abby be if she turned down the offer? So of course she took it. She brightened visibly at the acknowledgement and invitation, and she got up from where she was settled, bouncing over to the brooding man.

She plopped herself down in one of the chairs near him, grinning widely.

"Hello there, handsome." Don't mind the greeting. She did that with everyone.

[nerdanel_the_wise]

Even though she's pleased and excited at what Asar-Suti told her, it's hard not to be wary and suspicious of the very being that Doomed her children to the fate that still keeps many of them from her. Especially when he has agreed to bring one of them to her and ask nothing in return.

Everything has a price. Eventually.

"My Lord Mandos," she says, stopping a respectful distance from him.

[namo]

"Lady Nerdanel," he replies, moving his eyes from the flames to her face. "Asar-Suti has told you of my intent?" he asks dully.

[nerdanel_the_wise]

"He has," she says carefully. "I wished to thank you."

[namo]

He waves a hand dismissively.

"Do not thank me. I did not release you out of the kindness of my heart."

Námo stands, looking at her closely.

"I wish to finish this so I can again return to sorting out my own issues."

[nerdanel_the_wise]

She bows her head almost submissively, hating the gesture, but not wanting to upset him further, lest he refuse entirely.

"Of course, my Lord. I did not wish to disturb you."

[namo]

He looks to the door.

"Then come with me and we shall find your son."

Without waiting for her, he walks from the fire to the front door, his steps sure, his face grim.

[elrond-healer.livejournal.com]

And there is a armored and armed Elf, who stops short when he sees the Valar. His eyebrows both rise slowly, then he approaches.

"Lord Namo, a greeting to you."

[namo]

His own brow raises at this one using his true name -- one almost no one but those close to him used.

"Elrond," he greets.

[elrond-healer.livejournal.com]

Elrond bows low before this one.

"Forgive my forward words, Lord, but do you come here in Your Station?"

It is possible Namo may see that which few have ever seen, a somewhat flustered Erlond.

[namo]

Námo's posture eases.

"I would not need to leave my Halls to perform my Duties," he points out. "And the rules of this place prohibit me from forcing those who I would call to leave. So I have found other uses for my time. And yourself, Lord of Imladris? How did you come to find yourself in this meeting of ways?"

[elrond-healer.livejournal.com]

Elrond's own back gentles at this, though he is still somewhat stiff. Namo is, after all, a Valar.

"I am bound here, my Lord. I was on a ship to the West to rejoin my wife and the rest of my kin when I walked through a Door and ended up here, unable to leave."

He shrugs a little, uncertain what to say. His pain is not something he shows off to all, even a Valar.

"I, too, have found other ways to occupy my time, training and teaching."

[namo]

He is aware of the point in time Elrond mentions, and so he nods.

"I have met others who are bound in such a way. I came here intentionally, and I may leave as I choose, though I doubt that is little consolation for you."

The Vala smiles then.

"What is it you have been teaching?"

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Lee is not quite sure why there is brooding. Gentle hands play lightly with Namo's hair in greeting.

"Something wrong?"

[namo]

He leans into the touch with a small smile on his lips.

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with, lamcaraxë," he says as he looks up at Lee.

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

"You sure?" He tilts his head. "I'm good at concerning myself."

[namo]

"I had a difficult night," he confides. "Which was made better by Gorlim's company, but the troubles still exist."

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

He sits nearby. He doesn't want to pry--though if it were Gorlim, he certainly wouldn't be letting it rest.

"Any way I could help?"

[namo]

He looks at him.

"Tell me that Gorlim will one day know what to do with the love I give him. Tell me that he will not push us away. Tell me that his passion is not short-lived and will not die once my fears have been eased."

Now the Vala tilts his head.

"Tell me that it is all right to desire you as sharply as I do. Tell me that my curiousity at your thoughts is not an invasion. Tell me that it will be no easier to love you than it is to love Gorlim and that there will be no more of this terrible uncertainty."

A beat.

"If you can tell me those things, Lee, and believe them, perhaps my ruffled feathers will be soothed."