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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

There is a Gorlim--
in the bar
with a Book of -- Poetry
and an iPod

hence the peculiarly
Emily-Dickenson-esque entry
Post.

Come and say
Hello.

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[elrond-healer.livejournal.com]

And there is an Elrond.

"Greetings, Gorlim, Son of Angrim."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

In a swift, liquid motion, Gorlim turns off the music-maker, puts it down under his book, and stands tensely with his hands behind his back.

"My lord Elrond," he stammers the greeting.

[elrond-healer.livejournal.com]

Elrond notes this reactiona dn nods.

"Forgive my reaching to the point, but did Eilinel find you after I spoke with her?"

There is an odd tension to his body and words as he speaks.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"I... I did..." He reaches into his pocket and takes the ring out. "Did you mean to give this to her, my Lord?"

[elrond-healer.livejournal.com]

He nods.

"yes I did."

then he draws himself up.

"Gorlim, son of Angrim. Known for many years as the betrayer. I formally and for all time issue yiou he one thing I have that can mean anythign to you. Formal Forgiveness and the restoration of your name. Once mroe, call yourself what you are, Gorlim Elffriend."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim stares speechlessly.

For rather a long time.

"My Lord, I... I have done nothing to deserve... such an honor," he stammers at last, blinking down at the ring in his shaking hand.

[elrond-healer.livejournal.com]

Elrond's face breaks into the verysamllest of smiles.

"The true nature of forgiveness is that one can never do enough to earn it, Gorlim. one can only hope for it, and accept it when it comes. In your name, your fatehr's anme, and the name of your wife and child, accept it, and live as the man you are."

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

Antigone has--
steel-toed Boots,
a gift to her from Raven--
and, Loathe is she to Kick him, true
he'd best not Try--
her Patience.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Like bloody hell she's Loathe. She's as Loathe as a loathe of white bread, harhar.

Which is not very loathe at all, as it is the worst sort of pun.

Gorlim eyes her with cautious curiousity.

"Hello."

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

Antigone is Loathe if she bloody well says she's Loathe.

Bloody bloody bloody.

She does give him something of an are you addressing ME? look, it must be said. After the initial shock of being greeted, however, the look fades into the kind of regard one might give a particularly vicious but currently napping dog.

"Hello."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

He looks her over, the shadows of a snarky smirk on his lips.

"Nice boots."

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

Antigone actually smiles at that.

Meaningfully.

"They've steel toes," she says in a dreamy sort of tone.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

He gives her a Look.

"Just the toes? What if someone shoots your ankle?"

[namo]

Ooo. Through the magic of Millitime, this conversation takes place before Námo exits the bar so he can actually say goodbye to his little bird.

A kiss is placed on Gorlim's cheek as his very joyful Vala nuzzles him with a greeting.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim pounces! Flinging his arms around Namo's neck and giving him a tight hug.

"Hello hello, orchalmyl!"

[namo]

He returns the embrace with equal affection and eagerness.

"Good evening, titta aiwë." He lingers in the hug for long moments, inhaling his scent, missing him already.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"How are you?" he asks. "Sit with me, have some egg nog or something? Cider's good, too."

[namo]

"Egg nog?"

He sits, still smiling at the Man.

"I am well. Both eager to depart and eager to return. And you?"

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"I miss you already." He takes the Vala's hand and kisses it almost reverently.

"Egg nog," he explains, "is a mixture of egg and buttermilk and booze. It's not bad. Although I think I prefer cider."

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Lee, in elven attire, wraps his arms quickly around his brother's neck from behind and gives him a squeeze. "See you around midnight, eh?" he says with a smile.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim glances behind, does a double take, spins around, and admires.

"Oh, Lee. That's SPLENDID."

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Aw, just look at the hedgehog blush.

"Thanks." He rubs the back of his neck.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

That always entertains Gorlim. So he stands up and kisses Lee's cheek.

"It IS!! Lee, you look stunning, utterly. Like someone from home almost."

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

"I might have to start wearing this stuff around the bar, when my coworkers aren't around to see me. It's really comfortable."

He returns the kiss.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"Better than zippers, eh?" he asks playfully, tugging at Lee's collar a bit. He's gone into StealthFlirt mode, just because it seems like a fun game to play right now.