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(Housework is rather boring, but it needs to be done. Celebrimbor is setting the rather chaotic mostly-Fëanorian house to rights, frowning faintly at the odd bits and ends he comes across. There really is no explaining his father and uncles, but he loves them dearly.)

Man cerig?

(Of course the shoe in the bathroom has no answer for him. Tutting, he picks it up and tries to determine which of his family members it belongs to. And, more importantly, why there is only one of them.

Quite the mystery! ~~What? Not every day can be filled with sorrow and wonder and madness!~~ Though Celebrimbor's day is about to become a little more complicated based on the playful chitter that follows.)

Elbereth above! What are you? (No, he has never seen a raccoon and this one is rather...large. And animated! But who can blame her - definitely a her - when Celebrimbor spies two little faces peeking out of a cabinet.)

...ah... I think I might need assistance.

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(She sniffs his hands, grabbing onto his fingers to steady herself as she inches out from the counter.)

I shall gather some food and then begin work. I can take some inspiration from the woodpile.

(He smiles and shrugs off his shirt, tucking it into the cabinet and around the little pups.)

Until then, use the other bathroom, Uncle.

There now, little mother. We won't harm you.

[ He smiles as she grows braver ]

I will. I wonder what they eat?

(She turns to itch her tail, obviously as ease with them. Such is the power of a Bard's voice!)

You say they are found in the Shire? Fruit and vegetables might be a good place to start.

Aye. They lived wild, though I think they used to raid the kitchen middens for food.

[ Maglor smiles, happy that she will let them approach now ]

I can look for food for them, if you would rather turn your hand to their home!

(He chuckles and offers his hand to the mother raccoon next. She grabs onto it in much the same way, peering up at him.)

T'would be hard to chastise them! Let us be off to see them safely fed and moved.

(He is grateful for Maglor's help. Grabbing his cane, he presses a kiss to his Uncle's cheek before making his way out.)

[ Maglor still twitches in surprise when touched, still not used to his ghosts being... well, not ghosts at all.

But he smiles and follows Celebrimbor out ]

You've never met a hobbit matron. [ He says dryly ] Believe you me, they can chastise anyone.

(No, he is very real and a little twitching isn't going to make him back down from showing affection.)

Did they chastise you? (That he might have liked to see!)

Often. [ Maglor says dryly ]

And at length. For all sorts of things, ranging from me not eating enough to not knowing the correct way to serve tea.

Bless them! (He laughs lowly, grabbing a chest of tools.) Did you forget how to serve tea on the shores? Absolutely unforgivable.

According to Mistress Dora, there is only one way to serve tea. [ Maglor retorts ]

Her way, which is, as she would expound, at length and in great detail, exactly as it had been passed down from her mother, who had it from her mother, and so on.

Yes, Uncle! The right way. (His eyes sparkle good-naturedly.) Ah so a legacy? I think perhaps you are older than her mother and her mother's mother and her mother's mother...

You should know better.

[ Maglor swats at him, the movement still hesitant and uncertain ]

Just because I am older, Tyelpe, doesn't mean I serve tea the Hobbit way. Besides. Mistress Dora was a Baggins [ He shudders ] You do not rightfully comprehend the true peril.

(He takes said swatting bravely! Celebrimbor is no coward.

Besides, his dear Uncle is precious. If he wants to swat him, he is welcome!)

I do not know what that entails, I admit. She sounds like a woman who knows how her house should be run. I can respect her tenacity.

[ Maglor makes a fond noise ]

The Bagginses are one of the older, and certainly wealthier! Of the Shire Families. They are Respectable, or were. Mistress Dora is the sister of the estimable Bilbo Baggins, whose story ties to yours.

Bilbo... (He scrunches up his features, trying to remember.) How exactly is a Hobbit tied to my story? They should be safe in their Shire. Not...

(His expression falls.) The Rings?

[ Maglor's immediate, instinctive reaction is to reach for him in comfort ]

Oh Tyelpe. Yes, but it isn't your fault. I promise, it will work out.

(He imagines a little Hobbit facing horrors and it breaks his heart. The reaching is met without thought and Celebrimbor steps closer.)

Is he alone? Are the Elves helping him?

[ Maglor pulls him close ]

I will tell you the whole story, if you want, but it's done, Tyelpe. Sauron is gone and you are avenged.

(His guilt is intense and he cannot even meet Maglor's gaze.)

I wish to hear it. I should hear it. The ending is promising, but how much did the little Hobbits suffer, Uncle?

[ instinctively trying to comfort he runs gentle fingers through his hair ]

Much. [ he admits ] But that was Sauron's fault, not yours! Your rings did much good, Tyelpe. Do not regret them.

(His eyes fall closed and he breathes deeply.)

I would take all of their suffering from them; all of their memories of him. He is foul. Morgoth was at least straight-forward!

I know, oh my dear one. I wish I could have saved you! I wish I had known... I would have come to you, Tyelpe. I did try, but by then it was too late. But he won't hurt anyone ever again! And I will tell you of the Ringbearers, and whenever we are released from this place and you return, you can seek them in Valinor, for they were Sailing, last I saw.

It wasn't your job or duty to save me. Once I turned my back on you...on the family...I was on my own and rightfully so. (He raises a hand to caress Maglor's cheek.) Poor Hobbits. They will not wish me to remind them of all they have suffered!

You turned away rightfully! If Curvo had been saner he would have told you to go. You were only on your own because we were in no fit state to care for you, and that was our fault, not yours.

[ He reaches up to cup that hand in his own ]

Frodo is one of the greatest hearts I know. Go and talk to him, Tyelpe. I think it will do you both good. And you will make Bilbo happy, doubtless - another tale for his book.

He has said as much. I know he is grateful I left, but I cannot say I would ever do it again. Family does not abandon one another.

(Not when they are living and there is love left to feel; to enjoy.)

He likes tales? (That earns a small grin.) He lives through one of the greatest; I could tell him some of far lesser value.

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