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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?"

"'lo Soots," Gil wanders up with a jug. "You ready for any more quasi-chocolate? To be honest I can't see it catching on myself but we have to find something to do with the pinecones after we've extracted the nuts."

Asar-Suti was used to having his leg pulled by a certain faun for over a year now, and so just smiled up at Gil and said, "Oh, so that's what you make it from?"

He pulled a piece of paper (http://www.livejournal.com/community/ways_back_room/1750592.html) from the back of his book, and waved it at Gil. "Did you get one as well, or did she rely that whichever of us gets it first will tell the other?"

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.

"No." Gil's head weaves as he tries to read the piece of paper as Asar suti aves it about. After a moment he growls and grabs his wrist, holding it still so he can look.

"Oh that looks fun. I'll wear a vest though, it might be cold."

Námo smiles and sits in a nearby chair.

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

"Yes, I don't think we'll be expected to wear suits and ties, or come in faun-shape with no clothes at all," Asar-Suti said.

He handed the piece of paper to Gil. "It doesn't sound too formal, does it?"

"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.

"Lakeside and command tent - er - no. Sounds like we might be expected to wear camo though."

He grinned at Sooty. "I can imagine that," he said. "You in purple camo (http://somethinggreek.com/images/Purple-Camo600.jpg)!"

"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."

Asar-Suti giggled at the thought.

"I think that might be unexpected fun," Asar-Suti said. "Also, we could make ourselves warm jackets from that pattern, with sheepskin collars and the works, so perhaps it would be a fun option?"

He shrugged, and added. "Alternatively, just warm comfortable clothes, huh? Or I could always wear Ihlini robes and a cloak of fake black mountaincat fur, and you the customary wizard clothes from your world?"

"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?"

"Or lace and leather," Gil suggests, with a lift of the eyebrow.

"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..."

"I'm sure you'd look very lovely in that," Asar-Suti said, with a smile.

In fact, he found Gil very lovely in any clothes or shape. But the appeal of a stiped apron tied around a faun midriff, with a little tail sticking out behind, would be lost on most people...

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."

Gil chuckled. "You'd look better, and anyhow I like you Ihlini gear. It's like complicated gift wrap with too much sellotape - I really work up and interest while I'm getting down to the skin. Plus," he nods, "it looks good."

"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."

Asar-Suti giggled, and held out his hand for Gil. "Sit with me a bit?" he offered. "Well, then it'll be the Ihlini robes and furs, the black and purple silks and velvets, to give you something to unwrap later. By the way, how are the lebkuchens?"

"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."

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