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Fingolfin: Lord Namo? Would you mind my interruption?
Namo: *eyes him* You can come in, but only if you promise not to sit on my counter.
Fingolfin: Why would I sit on the counter? *steps in*
Namo: People like to sit on it, and then I can't make chocolates. *waves a hand dismissively and gets back to work* So you decided to come I see!
Namo: Back to Gondolin, I mean.
Fingolfin: I have, Feanor asked me to. *sighs* I should apologize, I suppose, for losing my temper last time we spoke.
Namo: So you'll come back for Feonor but not for the Valar? *chuckles, stirs some melting chocolate* Nay, don't apologize! I was meddling, you know. It was my fault!
Namo: *scratches the side of his face* I suppose you don't hear that from a Vala too often.
Fingolfin: No. And I only came back for him because of that stupid oath you Valar had me make to him. That's not why I'm here, though.
Namo: And I don't suppose you're here for a sugar egg, either... *eyes him* Have a seat, Nolfin, I'm not going to DOOM you or anything.
Fingolfin: I'm more comfortable standing. *crosses his arms, remembers his manners somewhat belatedly* Thank you.
Namo: *shrugs* Up to you! So. What CAN Namo do for you today? :D
Fingolfin: I... er, well... *rubs the back of his head* Ikindofwantedtoaskforsomeadvice.
Namo: *arches a brow* And you didn't want to write Varda? She's pretty good with the advice thing... *stirs his chocolate more* .. though I guess you two don't get along? That's sad. Anyway! Advice. What kind of advice?
Fingolfin: No. Varda and I don't get along. She wouldn't answer me. What I wanted to ask about is my son. *kind of really embarrassed* I just can't figure him out.
Namo: *nodnods his head* Well, Fingon is ... *trails off, trying to find a politically correct term here* Special.
Fingolfin: An idiot, you mean?
Namo: Well, yes, if we want to use terms like that.
Namo: Which I guess you do! :D
Namo: He doesn't think, is your son's problem. He's not wise like you.
Fingolfin: I've noticed. It makes it rather difficult to have any sort of decent relationship with him.
Namo: He doesn't see ahead. Where most of the rest of us would see Maglor scheming, for instance, instead of seeing Maglor throwing herself at him and deciding she was willing and happy about this.
Namo: Well, yes, Namo isn't a father, but I can see where that'd be hard. I think of all you elfies as children most of the time anyway.
Fingolfin: I would like to forgive him, but he makes it really very difficult. He does a lot of things which are just... they dishonour our whole family.
Namo: So your problem is, he's your son, and you love him. But he's being an idiot, and it gets hard to love him and LIKE him at the same time. But sometimes parents have to do things that are good for their children, because they love them and its best for them.
Namo: Like dooming them, or disowning them. It's a thin line. You can't forgive him if he doesn't realise how wrong the things he's done are, for instance.
Fingolfin: Yes, exactly. He apologizes for one thing but then he goes off and does something worse, which just proves he never really got it in the first place.
Namo: You can't be there watching over the little elfling every yeni, either. Eventually he's going to have to be able to walk his own path.
Fingolfin: That's why I moved to Barad Eithel in the first place.
Fingolfin: He clings to me, if I let him.
Namo: Let's bear in mind here that I came to find you there because Turgon asked me to. *winks, starts rolling chocolate into eggs*
Namo: This time, though, if you aren't here Feonor's likely to kill the boy, and that won't learn him either.
Fingolfin: That one just doesn't like when I'm angry with him. He's fine with me being away.
Fingolfin: I know that. That's why I haven't left yet. To remind Feanor that his neck is fucking mine if he kills him.
Namo: *shakes his head* Answering violence with more violence is how your people got here to begin with, isn't it?
Namo: I think the best thing you can do for him right now? Is find a way to get him to *understand* what an idiot he's being.
Fingolfin: He doesn't listen to me. I told him to stay away from his cousins in the first place.
Namo: Did you explain why?
Fingolfin: Yes. Multiple times.
Fingolfin: "Incest is wrong." Doesn't seem to mean much to him.
Namo: *scratches his cheek* This is harder than I thought. You might have to let Feonor punish him. A bit.
Namo: Not that the valar are saying this is a good idea!
Fingolfin: Oh, I plan to.
Namo: Hmm. But that might still just teach him that incest is wrong because he gets beatings. *sighs* I'm sorry, Nolfin, this one's not easily solved. I think you're going to have to figure out how best he'll learn not to do this again. If none of the things you've already tried are working.
Namo: He DID seem to come around a bit when you left.
Namo: *holds up an egg* Sugar?
Fingolfin: Why can't he be more like his brother? *sighs* No, thank you. *pauses* Well, maybe I can grab one for my wife? She likes those sorts of things.
Namo: Here, take two or three for her.
Namo: What does your wife say about all this?
Fingolfin: She agress with me, mostly. Though she wishes Fingon and I could get along better.
Namo: You won't be able to get along better until he grows up a bit. You're still in father mode, instead of friend mode. You have to be, since he's... as we all admit... an idiot.
Namo: Turgon's doing a bit better with that. Maybe have his brother talk to him?
Fingolfin: Half the time when Turgon speaks with him, Turgon ends up getting dumber instead of Fingon getting smarter. *shakes his head*
Namo: Give him a pep talk first. Remind him he's smarter.
Fingolfin: Every stupid thing Turgon's ever done was a direct result of talking to his brother.
Namo: Alright... well. Maybe teach Ameniel it was wrong, and then get HER to talk to him. He does seem to listen to his wife.
Namo: Since as far as I'm aware she was in on it.
Namo: *packages up a variety of sugar eggs for Nolfin's wife*
Fingolfin: I'm... not sure how much she was. She seems to know better than these sorts of things when you talk to her. She may just be a very good liar, though.
Namo: She could be playing the game as well as everyone else. She seems intelligent enough to me. Or maybe she's as dumb as her husband. But I bet if you can get her to see clearly, you'll get him on the right track, too.
Namo: She doesn't want anything to happen to him, either, after all.
Namo: *hands him the package of eggs*
Fingolfin: *takes the package* I can speak to her. Thank you, Namo.
Namo: And Nolfin? Try to smile! It'll work itself out. I promise! :D
Smiling does not make things better. Fuck. Well. I hope you're happy, An. I asked just like you suggested I should. He didn't have much to suggest that we haven't already considered or tried. It's probably a lost cause.
Namo: *eyes him* You can come in, but only if you promise not to sit on my counter.
Fingolfin: Why would I sit on the counter? *steps in*
Namo: People like to sit on it, and then I can't make chocolates. *waves a hand dismissively and gets back to work* So you decided to come I see!
Namo: Back to Gondolin, I mean.
Fingolfin: I have, Feanor asked me to. *sighs* I should apologize, I suppose, for losing my temper last time we spoke.
Namo: So you'll come back for Feonor but not for the Valar? *chuckles, stirs some melting chocolate* Nay, don't apologize! I was meddling, you know. It was my fault!
Namo: *scratches the side of his face* I suppose you don't hear that from a Vala too often.
Fingolfin: No. And I only came back for him because of that stupid oath you Valar had me make to him. That's not why I'm here, though.
Namo: And I don't suppose you're here for a sugar egg, either... *eyes him* Have a seat, Nolfin, I'm not going to DOOM you or anything.
Fingolfin: I'm more comfortable standing. *crosses his arms, remembers his manners somewhat belatedly* Thank you.
Namo: *shrugs* Up to you! So. What CAN Namo do for you today? :D
Fingolfin: I... er, well... *rubs the back of his head* Ikindofwantedtoaskforsomeadvice.
Namo: *arches a brow* And you didn't want to write Varda? She's pretty good with the advice thing... *stirs his chocolate more* .. though I guess you two don't get along? That's sad. Anyway! Advice. What kind of advice?
Fingolfin: No. Varda and I don't get along. She wouldn't answer me. What I wanted to ask about is my son. *kind of really embarrassed* I just can't figure him out.
Namo: *nodnods his head* Well, Fingon is ... *trails off, trying to find a politically correct term here* Special.
Fingolfin: An idiot, you mean?
Namo: Well, yes, if we want to use terms like that.
Namo: Which I guess you do! :D
Namo: He doesn't think, is your son's problem. He's not wise like you.
Fingolfin: I've noticed. It makes it rather difficult to have any sort of decent relationship with him.
Namo: He doesn't see ahead. Where most of the rest of us would see Maglor scheming, for instance, instead of seeing Maglor throwing herself at him and deciding she was willing and happy about this.
Namo: Well, yes, Namo isn't a father, but I can see where that'd be hard. I think of all you elfies as children most of the time anyway.
Fingolfin: I would like to forgive him, but he makes it really very difficult. He does a lot of things which are just... they dishonour our whole family.
Namo: So your problem is, he's your son, and you love him. But he's being an idiot, and it gets hard to love him and LIKE him at the same time. But sometimes parents have to do things that are good for their children, because they love them and its best for them.
Namo: Like dooming them, or disowning them. It's a thin line. You can't forgive him if he doesn't realise how wrong the things he's done are, for instance.
Fingolfin: Yes, exactly. He apologizes for one thing but then he goes off and does something worse, which just proves he never really got it in the first place.
Namo: You can't be there watching over the little elfling every yeni, either. Eventually he's going to have to be able to walk his own path.
Fingolfin: That's why I moved to Barad Eithel in the first place.
Fingolfin: He clings to me, if I let him.
Namo: Let's bear in mind here that I came to find you there because Turgon asked me to. *winks, starts rolling chocolate into eggs*
Namo: This time, though, if you aren't here Feonor's likely to kill the boy, and that won't learn him either.
Fingolfin: That one just doesn't like when I'm angry with him. He's fine with me being away.
Fingolfin: I know that. That's why I haven't left yet. To remind Feanor that his neck is fucking mine if he kills him.
Namo: *shakes his head* Answering violence with more violence is how your people got here to begin with, isn't it?
Namo: I think the best thing you can do for him right now? Is find a way to get him to *understand* what an idiot he's being.
Fingolfin: He doesn't listen to me. I told him to stay away from his cousins in the first place.
Namo: Did you explain why?
Fingolfin: Yes. Multiple times.
Fingolfin: "Incest is wrong." Doesn't seem to mean much to him.
Namo: *scratches his cheek* This is harder than I thought. You might have to let Feonor punish him. A bit.
Namo: Not that the valar are saying this is a good idea!
Fingolfin: Oh, I plan to.
Namo: Hmm. But that might still just teach him that incest is wrong because he gets beatings. *sighs* I'm sorry, Nolfin, this one's not easily solved. I think you're going to have to figure out how best he'll learn not to do this again. If none of the things you've already tried are working.
Namo: He DID seem to come around a bit when you left.
Namo: *holds up an egg* Sugar?
Fingolfin: Why can't he be more like his brother? *sighs* No, thank you. *pauses* Well, maybe I can grab one for my wife? She likes those sorts of things.
Namo: Here, take two or three for her.
Namo: What does your wife say about all this?
Fingolfin: She agress with me, mostly. Though she wishes Fingon and I could get along better.
Namo: You won't be able to get along better until he grows up a bit. You're still in father mode, instead of friend mode. You have to be, since he's... as we all admit... an idiot.
Namo: Turgon's doing a bit better with that. Maybe have his brother talk to him?
Fingolfin: Half the time when Turgon speaks with him, Turgon ends up getting dumber instead of Fingon getting smarter. *shakes his head*
Namo: Give him a pep talk first. Remind him he's smarter.
Fingolfin: Every stupid thing Turgon's ever done was a direct result of talking to his brother.
Namo: Alright... well. Maybe teach Ameniel it was wrong, and then get HER to talk to him. He does seem to listen to his wife.
Namo: Since as far as I'm aware she was in on it.
Namo: *packages up a variety of sugar eggs for Nolfin's wife*
Fingolfin: I'm... not sure how much she was. She seems to know better than these sorts of things when you talk to her. She may just be a very good liar, though.
Namo: She could be playing the game as well as everyone else. She seems intelligent enough to me. Or maybe she's as dumb as her husband. But I bet if you can get her to see clearly, you'll get him on the right track, too.
Namo: She doesn't want anything to happen to him, either, after all.
Namo: *hands him the package of eggs*
Fingolfin: *takes the package* I can speak to her. Thank you, Namo.
Namo: And Nolfin? Try to smile! It'll work itself out. I promise! :D
Smiling does not make things better. Fuck. Well. I hope you're happy, An. I asked just like you suggested I should. He didn't have much to suggest that we haven't already considered or tried. It's probably a lost cause.