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There was a slightly violet deity by the fireplace, wearing a warm and brightly purple sweater, drinking a hot beverage almost totally but not quite entirely unlike chocolate from a violet mug, and reading a supernatural detective novel the cover of which was black and lurid purple.

Shortly before Christmas, Asar-Suti remembered last year and went for creature comforts.

[[OOC: Plot-locked to Námo and/or Nerdanel, and Gil. Say sorry!]]

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"Asar-Suti," Námo greets. "Would you mind if I spoke with you for a moment?"

Asar-Suti put down his mug and his book.

"You are my friend; unless there is a true emergency, I will always have time for you," he declared.

Námo smiles and sits in a nearby chair.

"I wished to speak to you of Nerdanel. And a child," he begins hesitantly.

"Oh, yes?" Asar-Suti said. "What about it?"

He was a bit torn on this issue - both of them were firends he liked very much. So was Maglor. He could see both their points in this.

"There will be one. In two days, on the winter solstice, Nerdanel and I will conceive the child."

He says this with an even voice and steady eyes.

"She came to me a few nights ago and offered to do this with me. I was shocked, and after speaking with Gorlim and Lee, I have chosen to accept her terms."

"So it worked," Asar-Suti said, very quietly. "Good for you. And Nerdanel shall have my support and help when she needs it, as she is my friend as well."

He tilts his head.

"What worked, Asar-Suti?"

"Giving her what she wanted and hoping for her voluntary gratitude," Asar-Suti said, and shrugged.

Noting Námo's honest astonishment, he added, "Sorry, my friend, I can't help being a devious Ihlini god..."

He blinks.

"I never expected her to offer, Asar-Suti..."

Devious? Asar-Suti? Never!

The Ihlini invented devious for their world, and Asar-Suti was their god who invented their magic, their immortality, their lifestones - you might say he invented to Ihlini. So.

That said, he didn't have much reason to do devious in the bar, any more.

"I did," he said, with a little apologetic grin.

He smiles.

"She wishes to return to Aman on Thursday. Allow the pregnancy to take hold in our lands. Then she will return."

Asar-Suti made a disappointed face. "That way, she is going to miss that big religious festival on the weekend, Christmas, you know? But I can see why she would want to."

"From what I understand, she will return to us on Saturday evening." He thinks for a moment. "I wonder if she desires to take her son with her. Maglor has not set foot in Aman in seven Ages, after all."

"That would probably cause quite a stir in Tirion," Asar-Suti said. "I found the Noldorin elves rather - cool, if I can apply such a Modern Earth term to people in Aman. Taurevanto arriving with a stranger didn't exactly draw a crowd. But Maglor might be something else entirely..."

He thinks for a long moment.

"Perhaps if I send them to another's home? Ingwë would welcome them... perhaps even Arafinwë."

"Let me talk to them where they want to go," Asar-Suti said. "I'm sure they'll think of something."

It felt of to think like that about a child not even conceived yet; but when elves wanted to, they would. None of that endless 'tiresome practising' the humans had to do...

He nods.

"Yes, thank you. Perhaps they have already spoken of it among themselves. I do not know. I saw her only long enough to agree to the terms and set the time."

Námo now shifts uncomfortably, looking to the fire.

"This is all very awkward."

"I suppose you don't really want the sex part of it, and she most probably doesn't, either; but what with elvish physiology, it can't be done with things that could be borrowed from Gil's kitchen," Asar-Suti said.

Námo does not know what a 'turkey baster' is, but his mun is facepalming at the thought.

"No, we must do this the natural way," he mumbles.

"Is there anything that can be done to make it easier for both of you? We have relaxing herbs, you know," Asar-Suti mused.

A nice infusion of lemon balm and hemp...

He turns his eyes to Asar-Suti.

"What do you mean? I do not understand..."

"There might be herbal remedies to make you less nervous at what has to be done," Asar-Suti elaborated.

He chuckles.

"I somehow doubt that even intoxicated, I would not be nervous. And her fearful."

A sigh.

"Maybe it will not be as terrible as I fear."

And maybe it would be.

"Intoxication would not be what you'd want, just calming down," Asar-Suti said.

But perhaps at times, bad sex was inavoidable, even here, to make up for all the good sex people had here?

He smiles at Asar-Suti.

"Thank you for the offer, but I would rather this be as short as necessary. If we are relaxed, we may enjoy it."

He didn't want to enjoy it, and he somehow doubted Nerdanel would, either.