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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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[ A silent footfall behind him, an absent minded hum that cuts off ]

What is it, Tyelpe?

(He is frozen in place, looking completely stunned.)

...I don't know! Have you seen a creature of this sort before?

[ Maglor shakes his head and then pauses ]

Ah ... not quite this size, but... I believe the Hobbits had similar creatures in the Shire. She is a mother, I see.

(Well...that is...a little reassuring?)

She must have given birth inside. I do not think she would appreciate us moving her.

(No, no, definitely not. She is beginning to growl.)

I'm sorry, Lady.

We won't harm you lady. [ Maglor soothes ]

Nor your little ones. But would you not like a more comfortable and quiet place? We will be coming and going often in here.

(The raccoon relaxes at the sound of Maglor's voice, turning to gaze at him with bright, perceptive eyes. Celebrimbor takes the opportunity to peer closer at the babies.)

There are two, Uncle, and they do not have their fur. Somewhere warm would suit best.

The forge is the warmest, but too busy. Out by the woodpile?

[ he murmurs, still crooning to the racoon ]

(The mother reaches out to Maglor with little paws. Does he have a treat for her?)

I can build them a small house of their own. With warm straw and a blanket or two.

Sorry, little mother.

[ Maglor apologises, allowing her to investigate empty hands ]

I did not know you were here, or I would have brought something. I'll make sure to bring something for your family next time.

[ To Celebrimbor he nods ]

Perhaps near the kitchen would work better, but the woodpile has more places to hide, I was thinking. I am sure you will build them something beautiful.

(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.

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