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((Before all that with Theo))
Eomer: *It's been an hour, I'm bored, the throneroom is drafty, and my leg is really starting to hurt. I abruptly recall Arvedui's injuries and curse -- maybe Artamir is worse? No wonder he hasn't shown up. Idiot...*
Artamir: *He passes the throneroom and peeks in, seeing Eomer. Eyes widen slightly and he enters to stand before Eomer, bowing* My lord, you summoned me?
Eomer: *glances up and tries to look properly kingly sitting on the steps before the White Throne* I did. Quite stridently. But I've cooled off somewhat since then. It's about the "bait" situation.
Artamir: *winces slightly and nods* Yes, my lord. I came to apologize for that, and to aknowledge that I realize the mistake we'd made. If there is any punishment you wish to give me... *stands firm and waits for... anything*
Eomer: *I was furious two hours ago. Now I'm just tired.* I appreciate the apology freely given...I'd ask that you give the same to Gorlim, but as I don't fully comprehend what grudge lies between you I won't. Though I strongly recommend it. *meaningful glance* All I ask as penance is your word that such things do NOT happen again. Like Gorlim or not, we are all allies here.
Artamir: *nodding* Of course, my lord. I have yet to find Gorlim, but when I do see him, I plan to apologize. As for similar events in the future... we know better. Truthfully, we knew better before that incident, but our hearts surpassed our minds. Nothing of the sort shall happen again, from either of us.
Eomer: That's all I can ask. Thank you. *wry smile* Not that I don't approve of your, ah, determination to get rid of Vanyon...
Artamir: He is a nuisance. A dangerous one. Our methods weren't best, but at the time, it seemed like a good idea: to lure him to the object keeping him here, without actually putting her in danger. *rubs his neck and winces* Next time, we'll think it through more.
Eomer: *hard and angry, though not at you* Is he still here? In the city?
Artamir: *sighs* Yes, my lord. He keeps visiting Firiel. Though, how many others he's fed on, I don't know.
Eomer: Vampires, wraiths, dragons -- snow, poison, and illness -- all we need is a visit from Ungoliant and this'll be the perfect week. *rubbing a hand over my eyes with a sigh* I'm sorry, it's not you. Is she under watch at all times?
Artamir: *frowns as he rattles off names of all that's here* *quietly* This has all happened in the past week? Ahh, Firiel is generally under Frealaf's, Arvedui's, or my watch. Though... she mentioned something earlier... would you happen to know if there is someone new in the palace?
Eomer: *shaking my head* I've seen only Gorlim, Arvedui, and yourself since I escaped from the healers. And I admit, the only person I want to see after this is Luthien. Someone she knows? Firiel, I mean.
Artamir: *nods* Our brother, Faramir. If he is here, I shall find him. *looking at him almost as he'd inspect Firiel for illness* You are tired, my lord. You should get back to Lady Luthien and rest. If there is anything I can do for you, I am at your service. *bows again*
Eomer: Thank you. I...I suppose I am, no shame in admitting that... If you would forgive such familiarity, I admit I could use your help. I, ah, seem to have neglected to find any crutches. *And it's not just the leg, but I'm not about to discuss my convoluted lovelife with anyone right now*
Artamir: Of course, my lord. *goes to Eomer's side, helping him up and keeping a firm arm around his waist*
Eomer: *wrapping an arm around your shoulders with a soft grateful grunt* It's not far. That way. *eyeroll* This didn't happen.
Artamir: *smiling slightly, he takes him to his quarters* Will you be needing anything else, my lord?
Eomer: *settling ont he bed's edge -- hopefully* A night's sleep without anyone nearly dying?
Artamir: I shall be on guard. Good night, my lord. *he bows again and leaves, closing the door behind him*
Eomer: Thank you. *I don't think you heard me, but I think you knew anyway.*
Eomer: *It's been an hour, I'm bored, the throneroom is drafty, and my leg is really starting to hurt. I abruptly recall Arvedui's injuries and curse -- maybe Artamir is worse? No wonder he hasn't shown up. Idiot...*
Artamir: *He passes the throneroom and peeks in, seeing Eomer. Eyes widen slightly and he enters to stand before Eomer, bowing* My lord, you summoned me?
Eomer: *glances up and tries to look properly kingly sitting on the steps before the White Throne* I did. Quite stridently. But I've cooled off somewhat since then. It's about the "bait" situation.
Artamir: *winces slightly and nods* Yes, my lord. I came to apologize for that, and to aknowledge that I realize the mistake we'd made. If there is any punishment you wish to give me... *stands firm and waits for... anything*
Eomer: *I was furious two hours ago. Now I'm just tired.* I appreciate the apology freely given...I'd ask that you give the same to Gorlim, but as I don't fully comprehend what grudge lies between you I won't. Though I strongly recommend it. *meaningful glance* All I ask as penance is your word that such things do NOT happen again. Like Gorlim or not, we are all allies here.
Artamir: *nodding* Of course, my lord. I have yet to find Gorlim, but when I do see him, I plan to apologize. As for similar events in the future... we know better. Truthfully, we knew better before that incident, but our hearts surpassed our minds. Nothing of the sort shall happen again, from either of us.
Eomer: That's all I can ask. Thank you. *wry smile* Not that I don't approve of your, ah, determination to get rid of Vanyon...
Artamir: He is a nuisance. A dangerous one. Our methods weren't best, but at the time, it seemed like a good idea: to lure him to the object keeping him here, without actually putting her in danger. *rubs his neck and winces* Next time, we'll think it through more.
Eomer: *hard and angry, though not at you* Is he still here? In the city?
Artamir: *sighs* Yes, my lord. He keeps visiting Firiel. Though, how many others he's fed on, I don't know.
Eomer: Vampires, wraiths, dragons -- snow, poison, and illness -- all we need is a visit from Ungoliant and this'll be the perfect week. *rubbing a hand over my eyes with a sigh* I'm sorry, it's not you. Is she under watch at all times?
Artamir: *frowns as he rattles off names of all that's here* *quietly* This has all happened in the past week? Ahh, Firiel is generally under Frealaf's, Arvedui's, or my watch. Though... she mentioned something earlier... would you happen to know if there is someone new in the palace?
Eomer: *shaking my head* I've seen only Gorlim, Arvedui, and yourself since I escaped from the healers. And I admit, the only person I want to see after this is Luthien. Someone she knows? Firiel, I mean.
Artamir: *nods* Our brother, Faramir. If he is here, I shall find him. *looking at him almost as he'd inspect Firiel for illness* You are tired, my lord. You should get back to Lady Luthien and rest. If there is anything I can do for you, I am at your service. *bows again*
Eomer: Thank you. I...I suppose I am, no shame in admitting that... If you would forgive such familiarity, I admit I could use your help. I, ah, seem to have neglected to find any crutches. *And it's not just the leg, but I'm not about to discuss my convoluted lovelife with anyone right now*
Artamir: Of course, my lord. *goes to Eomer's side, helping him up and keeping a firm arm around his waist*
Eomer: *wrapping an arm around your shoulders with a soft grateful grunt* It's not far. That way. *eyeroll* This didn't happen.
Artamir: *smiling slightly, he takes him to his quarters* Will you be needing anything else, my lord?
Eomer: *settling ont he bed's edge -- hopefully* A night's sleep without anyone nearly dying?
Artamir: I shall be on guard. Good night, my lord. *he bows again and leaves, closing the door behind him*
Eomer: Thank you. *I don't think you heard me, but I think you knew anyway.*