Once again alone in his workroom, Laurelindo was smiling, in a very good mood, though, not in the mood to work... again. This day was proving being a very unproductive day when he was concerned.
Taking a book, writing supply and eatable herbs, Laurelindo left his research room and sat near the bush between the river and the house. He left the herbs on the floor, just in front of him. Soon enough, the little turtle hiding, or living, under the bush came to eat.
Laurelindo chuckled, imagining Tyulussë's reaction if he was to find this little turtle in his own garden, or better yet, in his rooms.
"I wouldn't risk making you sad, little one, or I would enjoy putting you under Tyulussë's care. You'd have a nice garden full of plants, instead of threatening my own..."
Laurelindo took up his writing book and his pen, ink on the floor next to him, and started blackening the page :
"Today is a beautiful day, almost too good to work, and I must admit to being lazy. Bright sun, the river song and nice company..."
Here, Laurelindo didn't say if he was speaking of Tyulussë or of the turtle...
"... reminds me of other days, nearby another river, a long time ago. It reminds me of good robes ruined, and unplanned swimming.
Tyulussë came by today, apparently recovered from the drinking at the ball... He said he planned to give back my robes, but decided to keep it so came by with wine instead. Well, he can keep the robes, if it is his wishes, though I thought he was less... Less interested in wearing fine robes. Makes me wonder what else has changed.
While he was there I introduced him to my research rooms and to my little turtle. And we sat upstair catching up with one another.
Turned out that he too believed me dead. It is nothing short of a miracle that we found each other again as we did, and that we ended up in the same house.
He was taken out of the city during Eregion's fall by a group of warriors. He went all the way to Lothlorien and lived there for... Well... until he came to Rivendell. He earned my respect for that. I may be half sinda but I never could have stood to live in Lothlorien. I'd even prefer Mirkwood over Lothlorien. There is a strange sense of immobilism in Lothlorien which is nice when passing by with injured elves in need of healing but to live there for a thousand years or two... I'd end up runing to Mirkwood for sanity's sake. If we ever finish those preparation I wonder if Parnard would come with me if I were to do that ? Might do the honor and help me visit without ending up in a spider nest, for once.
Tyulussë suggested that I take up to use make up and go everywhere with a flower crown and barefoot... to chock a bit our fellow elves of the valley... Maaaybe.
Though, as he said, he "couldn't allow [me] to have all the scandal to [myself], though. [he] don't think [he] could pull of make-up, and [he is] *not* spending the rest of [his] days dressed in cherry red robes."
Hm... I'm sure it'd be lovely on him... all the time...
But alright... So I suggested him to sing those awful drinking songs. He considers it's our creations and he wouldn't sing them without me... how cute. But unrealistic. Sure, it was our creation but he doesn't depend on me to sing them.
Tyulussë wishes to write again those awful drinking songs... Well... Why not. It was fun to do so, even if half the time I ended up hungover. Something about Vanyar this time... Or about the Hammer. Well... I agree on that one. Might get us in trouble and to run for cover. Maybe we should do that only when there's someone with a sense of humour around, like lord Estarfin, Lady Nirhen or Ancalasse around... and maybe some from the Fountain to hide behind... Just in case.
He should have something about Sindar too. So far we only have noldor and teleri. I'll suggest it next time we speak about it. No reason to have the Sindar escape us."
Laurelindo chuckles, imagining the face of some of the sindar elves he knew if they were to listen to such a song on their people.
"Well, and then we ended up, don't ask me how, talking about settling down with a familly. It seems we have the same opinion on that one : 'never, not even in dream'. Though, Tyulussë's version is along the line of : 'I'd rather marry your turtle'.
And now I know what to do the day I desperately want to get on Tyulussë's nerves. Send a love letter in his name to every elleth who will not take it to heart.
hm... I wonder how lady Anglarien would answer to such a letter. Well... That's a thought to keep for when, if ever, Tyulussë deserves a revenge. Like if he ever tries to kidnap my poor little turtle.
He also asked if I enjoyed my reputation of being wise and serious while it lasted... Do I even have such a reputation I wonder ? If so I'm afraid it is more accidental than anything else. Besides I thought I had the reputation of being an annoying healer ?!"
Laure smiled at the idea, and looked again at the little turtle, back under it's bush, and then at the waterfall under the setting sun.
"Well... a good day that comes to an end. I wonder if I should go and join the hall of fire, or rather enjoy and evening home. What do you think little one ?"
Laurelindo was not surprised that his interrogation got no answer, and he settled for an evening at home. After all, people knew perfectly well where to find him if needed.
