Theodred: : HIIIII *is run into, falls on his ass*
Gorlim: Faramir wants to meet you!!!! *tugs at his hand*
Theodred: : Oo he does?
Theodred: : I'd love to meet Faramir.
Gorlim: Well, get off your bum and come ON, then! It's a good walk through the woods from here.
Theodred: : *gets up and slips a cloak over his shoulders* All set
Gorlim: *drags Dred through the snowy woods, having not even bothered to get a cloak on* See that dark shape ahead? That's where we're headed.
Theodred: *glances ahead, straining a bit* Erm...sort of...I'll see it when we get there anyway.
Gorlim: *tromps through the snow, getting it in his boots* The next time I elect to come out and do this without a cloak, Dred, stop me. *gets to the door and bustles inside*
Theodred: Anytime. *Slips in beside Gorlim, brushing snow from his own boots*
Gorlim: *plops down and tugs at the hopelessly tangled bootlaces, then tugs off the boots, cursing at the cold floor* Well, Faramir should show up here sooner or later. He always does. I hope.
Theodred: *Nods* What is this place exactly? I don't believe I've ever even heard of it.
Gorlim: *shrugs* It's a non-place. I'm not sure where it is, exactly. I just know how to get there. If you weren't with me, you'd never find it in a thousand years of wandering.
Theodred: *nods* I see...or I think I do. Thank you for bringing me here. I've heard so much about Faramir that it's good to finally meet him.
Gorlim: You havenlt met him yet... and if he's got his Elf with him someplace, it may be a while. *grabs Dred's hand and stands up, shaking the snow off of himself and brushing the packed crystals off of Dred as well*
Theodred: Well to have the chance to meet him anyway. *flicks some rapidly melting snow at Gorlim*
Faramir: *plunges in the door, grabs the bar in a now-familiar guesture to wait out the time-canon-shift vertigo*
Gorlim: *ducking the snow, about to scold Dred, he turns at the noise* Ah! Look who's here. *calls to Faramir* My lord! Hallo!
Faramir: Gorlim! *shaking off the last of the feeling, I look towards that familiar voice, and see him sitting with another* It's good to see you, it's a wicked night outside, though. Brrr.
Gorlim: Yes I know. This mule here let me come all this way without a cloak. *whaps Dred playfully* Speaking of mules, this is Theodred. Theodred, my Captain Faramir.
Captain Faramir *smiling and standing up, extending a hand* It's a pleasure to meet you.
Faramir: *taking your hand, smiling, shaking it heartily* Well met, Theodred. It's a pleasure to meet a *normal, my eru, a normal Theodred* friend of Gorlim's. *a wink as I drop into a seat at your table* A close friend, I have learned.
Theodred: Well yes...*A stupid grin crosses his face* That...would be right...
Gorlim: *nudges Dred into a seat and scoots close beside him, shivering* Quite right.
Faramir: *grins at the two of you, trying not to be too outwardly pleased* Was the trip here difficult for you, Theodred? I know Gorlim knows the way well, but it can be hard to find if you aren't familiar with the path.
Theodred: It wasn't terribly hard to find. I just trusted Gorlim to show me the way. It's odd, how it seems to come out of nowhere *looking around* Odd, but nice.
Faramir: It is odd how it does that, or if you're coming from a canon-trail, it hits you for a loop when you enter the door. *shakes head* What we all need now is a good drink. I'm buying the first round. *waves for the serving wench*
Gorlim: *wraps his arms around Dred's waist and holds close to him* You're soaked. I hope you know you're sharing that cloak on the way back. *shivers* I bet we both catch pneumonia from this.
Theodred: Then we'll just take care of each other until we're better *Snuggles Gorlim against him*
Gorlim: I can live with that. If I catch a cold, I'm using your socks for handkerchieves, though.
Faramir: *laughs* Is this what 'my Elf' and I look like to you sometimes, Gorlim? You two are quite a sight.
Gorlim: Eh? I can't say I really see you and your Elf together much. Ever, actually. *smiles* Are we a good sight or a bad sight?
Faramir: A good sight. *takes a deep drink* You know I like to see you happy. Hopefully Minas Tirith is standing up under the assault of a happy Gorlim for a change?
Theodred: No one's died yet. *takes a drink*
Gorlim: YET. I'm beginning to worry. *crosses his legs in an attempt to warm his bare feet*
Faramir: *nods* Yet. *holds up drink* To Yet. And stop worrying, Gorlim. Enjoy the peace while it's there.
Gorlim: *grins* All right. *raises his glass and drinks* Peace is so much nicer anyway. *clings to Dred*
Theodred: So it is *clings back* It was so good to find it, when I got to Minas Tirith.
Gorlim: *eyes Faramir* Did you get wet, coming here through the snow?
Faramir: *shakes my head* The opposite of how I left Tirith, earthquake damaged and assassins running about.... wet? *glances down* Hmm. Apparently not. The canon-trail is usually quite dry, though.
Gorlim: That's good. You're warm enough, then?
Faramir: Yes, I'm fine. *laughs* You trying to lure me into a group snuggle over there?
Gorlim: I wouldn't argue. It'd be warmer with three.
Faramir: Fine then. I recognize blatent pleading when I hear it. *aside to Theodred* You'll recognize it soon enough - I'm joking. Perhaps. *slides chair around and leans on Gorlim* Better?
Gorlim: *smiles* It'll do. You cold, Dred?
Theodred: *smiles back* I could stand to warm up a bit. *scoots over closer to Gorlim*
Gorlim: *wraps one arm around each and holds them close* *PURRS*
Faramir: *chuckles, messes up your hair* *pauses* *messes up Theodred's hair too for good measure*
Theodred: Hey! *laughs and reaches over to tug at Faramir's hair like he would Eomer's. *
Gorlim: *is bapped in the process, ducks down and tickles Dred's ribs*
Faramir: *wonders how I always end up in these situations*
Theodred: Hey! Don't *nudges Gorlim away gently, laughing.* That's EVIL.
Gorlim: I am EEEEVIL. *wraps his arms around Dred's waist and headbutts him in the side*
Faramir: Hey! Careful. Nearly spilled my ale *waves mug around*
Gorlim: .........*twists around and does the same thing to Faramir*
Theodred: I demand revenge *looks over at Faramir* Any ideas?
Gorlim: O.O Eru... *ducks under the table to try and get a head start*
Faramir: *wicked look* Untie his shoes.
Gorlim: That'll be more torment for you two than for me!
Faramir: *nods towards a hobbit three tables over* We could tell him Gorlim's offered to buy him an all-you-can-eat dinner.
Gorlim: How could I do that? I have no money. *eyes the hobbit dubiously*
Faramir: Exactly. Once the barkeep realizes you're a deadbeat..... *continues to give Theo a wicked look, just to make Gorlim nervous*
Gorlim: *fidgets* Whaaaat???
Faramir: *nods in satisfaction* Gorlim has officially fidgeted. I withdraw my torments!
Gorlim: *fidgets more, scoots under the table* I'm cold.
Theodred: Round one is ours *takes a deep sip of ale then looks under the table* Hmm we could heat things up. *Slips under there and wraps arms around Gorlim.*
Gorlim: *curls tightly into his arms and smiles*
Faramir: *clears throat* I don't want to hear moaning under there, you two. I'll just be up here, sipping my ale.... trying not to hear anything harmful to my sanity.
Theodred: We'll behave *kisses Gorlim lightly.* Or we'll try.
Gorlim: Mmm-hmm. *nuzzle-lick* We'll be good.
Faramir: *waves for another beer and scoots my feet well out of harm's way* Miss, another ale, and a very long tablecloth, please.