Tyelkormo Turcafinwë (Celegorm)

Celegorm has been busy today, and there's a certain purpose to his business, and today it's not just a distraction, the same way it's not some kind of fighting related activity. He's actually doing something else. Hunting through the house for a variety of items: candles, scents, flowers, and assorted other objects. What he's been doing with them has been largely a mystery. '

But now he's gone to the room he shares with his wife, wearing clothes that are (as usual) loosely formal, and with something folded over his arm, and taps, lightly, not quite smiling. He has a surprise for his beloved, and is hoping that she'll like it. Especially as he has been reading, lately, and everything he's heard agrees that pregnancy can be uncomfortable.

And that simply will not do. He's going to spoil his wife, dammit.

There is a reason Celegorm should not be allowed in the library.

He was probably looking for something for Irisse - probably not even having been bidden to do so. He just likes the light she gets when she's surprised, and the way she smiles as though he's just delighted her more than she's ever been delighted. But it was the word 'Silmaril' that caught his eye, and while he managed to steer away from that, 'The Lays of Beleriand' didn't sound so bad. So dangerous. Probably just old stories.

He opened it at random, found his name, and spent the next half hour flipping through reading bits and pieces. Which is probably why there is currently a very tall elf, sitting with his back to the door, shoulders bowed as though under some great weight, and a book propped open on his lap. Reading the same lines over and over and over and over and letting them score deeper every time. His breathing is very quiet, almost inaudible, and his expression is smooth and utterly blank, with the painstaking effort of hiding something.

And still reading. Why stop?

Typist: ...this is all my fault and I'm sorry. D: Emo Cleeg is emo, feel free to say hello. Though you may get crazy/emo on you.

In a room in the Mansion, Tyelko is dead to the world. He's still breathing and seems well enough, unhurt, but while he no longer shivers he doesn't wake either. Lost somewhere in his own mind, somewhere between memories of dark and pain and fear and a yearning that is deeper than bone, blood, and heart for a place he knows is long gone and lost forever.

And he can't get away. Can't find a way out of the maze made of the shatters of his mind long brittle and new-healed to wake again, and can't escape either or reach peace of oblivion.

Part of him wants to come back. And part of him never wants to touch the world again.

T: To anyone interested.

Who: Celegorm, Iphigenia
What: Celegorm finds out just who Iphigenia's been talking to. And gives her a pretty good chewing out. Fun!

 

( When Cleeg accuses you of stupid... )

 

Who: Tyelko, Daeron, Iphigenia, Caranthir, eventually Galadriel and Merlin.
What: A lot. Daeron rips Tyelko to shreds (verbally), Cara attempts to kill Daeron, Tyelko stops that and everyone is generally very upset. Especially Iphi.

( What's that you say? )

Who: Galadriel, Celegorm, Daeron
What: Fail. As if that's surprising. Most specifically, Daeron gives a Cleeg a verbal thrashing he's really not up for receiving. Galie gets pissed. This does not help Cleeg's Issues. We predict problems.

( Step off my boys, bitch! )

Who: Celebrimbor, Celegorm
What: Post happy-water, Cleeg is behaving normally wtf? And cheerful. He shares with the nephew. There is ticklefight and fuzzing and cute.

Who: Tyelko, Finrod
What: After being broken by Irisse, quite profoundly, Tyelko has a meltdown. Finrod ends up picking up the pieces, and gets the chance to hear a bit of nightmares, unfortunately concerning him. ( Ouch.  )

 

He opens his eyes, slowly, feeling both as though he were waking from a long, terrible dream and also as though he's been through a beating. Groaning, he sits up and then it hits him with the hammerstroke of memory, everything that had happened since his death in Doriath. Suddenly conscious of the shadows under the trees, he hauls himself to his feet and starts toward the edge of the trees, still moving gingerly from bruises, but breaths coming easily and without a twinge from his belly at every movement. He steps out of the woods and looks at the Mansion, frowning a bit and almost sighing with a peculiar sort of resignation that's not quite a 'so much for that.' He stands still looking at it, wondering what to do now.

Wearing alarmingly and thoroughly bloodied shreds of clothes, Tyelko nonetheless looks more or less in one piece, his face clearer than it's been in months, death seeming to have at least offered a measure of peace. Of course, looking at his eyes too long belies that. Mentally he's still just as much in pieces, if substantially better at hiding it.

Feel free to say hello to semi-suicidally stupid Fëanorian number three!

Who: Cleeg, evilPuppies, Celebrimbor and Fingon later on.
What: After all that, Tyelko comes to a rather unfortunate (and temporary) end. It has the unfortunate side effect of traumatizing the nephewthing.

He's still stuck in his room, half asleep for now, uneasily, but at least for now the nightmares are confined to his own head and not vocalizing themselves! And he's not bleeding nearly so much all over the place, and some of that's even changed to some itching that means he's healing, dragging himself back, agonizingly slowly, from the nasty place he was. Though he's not out of the woods yet and not whole by any stretch of the imagination, as should be clear by his face, still stuck in a somewhat permanently unhappy expression, just a few bits short of baleful.

Not yet whole enough to be bored, but he really doesn't like being alone. Being alone means Bad Things. And even when Galadriel leaves just for a little bit he doesn't like it much. But he's doing his best not to show it, since that cousin is doing enough already and he doesn't really want to worry her so much.

T: Open to whoever.

Sprawled in a heap of broken bones and bruised body, out by the cliffs is a body, face down and awkwardly sprawled on the ground. A trail of blood-stained sand shows where he tried to claw his way to the grass but didn’t quite make it before succumbing to – well, it’d be hard to say what pushed him into unconsciousness, considering he hardly looks like a cohesive being anymore what with the various degrees of damaged.

( Nastinessahoy. )
Tyelkormo is back, more or less – though limp and unmoving as he is, it might be hard to see that he’s not, in fact, dead yet. Though he’s certainly heading that way! Morgoth is hard on his toys.

And we won’t even get to the crazy until later!

Who: Angrod, Celegorm.
What: They talk, it's almost functional. Last time before catastrophe happens.

( Don't worry about me! )

Who: Finrod, Celegorm
What: Celegorm continues to fail utterly at functional social interaction.

( The awkward here is just painful. )

Who: Angrod, Celegorm.
What: Immediately post apology, Angrod manages to rediscover the power of awkward.

( So.  )

Who: Finrod, Celegorm, Angrod
What: Celegorm does what?

( ...and is just as stunned by it as everyone else. )

Who: Galadriel, Celegorm. Again.
What: Awkward, hedging, and a lot of Finwëan fine.

( I am /so/ fine.  )

Who: Tyelko and Angy.
What: They discuss things of import in a civil manner. Getting along alarmingly well, especially for Angy.

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Who: Argon, Angrod, Fingon, Tyelko, Maglor, Finrod, Ambarussa - Finweans!
What: AWKWARD. What else? Also, Fingon asks Maglor a question; Tyelko isn't happy about it.

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Who: Galadriel, Tyelko.
What: We're not sure what exactly this is - torture for his own good, or just Galadriel being Galadriel.

( NOT GUILTY, dammit. )