The wedding was rather fun. The elves were surprisingly quiet, but then I suppose they must both have some very complicated feelings towards weddings. The only bad thing is both my mum and my younger cousin had colds, which they now have kindly given me. Came home, crashed out, then got up and did a nightshift. Got rained on. So by 3am when I got in I was feeling quite ropey indeed.



*Maeglin is lying on the couch, obviously already asleep. Maedhros is sitting against the wall eating a bowl of something that turns out to be instant noodles. (He has strange cravings for over-processed mortal foods sometimes. I am at a loss as to why.)He is barefoot and his hair is loose and slightly damp. I take it from this he has been in the bath.*

Lipstick: [quietly, so as not to wake Maeglin] Hey elf.

Maedros: [softly] Hey mortal.

Lipstick: Still up?

*Maedhros nods and puts another forkful of noodles in his mouth*

Maedhros: I have something for you.

*With that he walks over to the far corner of the room and rummages in his right boot. In the streetlights, I can see the scars on his feet . He walks back holding something in his hand and kneels down beside me. He smells very clean, like soap and water.*

Maedhros: [holding out the paper in his hand] Here, I know you need this now.

Lipstick: Maedhros, thats money! That's two hundred pounds.

Maedhros: I know.

Lipstick: Is it fairy gold?

Maedhros: No it's genuine mortal stuff.

Lipstick: I can't take this off you.

Maedhros: [firmly] Take it. Money is no use to elves. It is strange. It does not feel good to us.

Lipstick: Thank you.

*Pause*

Lipstick: Maedhros, where did you get £200?

*Maedhros shrugs*

Maedhros: I can get money if I really need to.

Lipstick: Legally? I mean you would be in real trouble if the Police caught you doing anything you shouldn't be. You are not even supposed to exist.

Maedhros: I wont get caught.

Lipstick: That's not altogether reassuring. Maedhros, I'm really touched, but it's ok, I can get another job. It's easier for us mortals, you know I've got a work permit and qualifications and things. I don't want you getting into trouble.

*Maedhros nods*

Lipstick: So are you going to tell me?

Maedhros: I made a rather strange discovery about mortals once.

*He pauses*

Maedhros: I discovered they would give you money if you slept with them.

Lipstick: What?

Maedhros: I know it is strange, but it does come in useful.

Lipstick: [shocked] Maedhros, you didn't?

Maedhros: Why not?

Lipstick: But you're an elf! Your not supposed to do those sorts of things. Sex is meant to be, I dunno, special to you.

Maedhros: Sex is supposed to be special for everyone, until something happens and it is not anymore.

Lipstick: I can't believe you did that.

Maedhros: Why ever not? After it has been proven that you can have sex with more than one person, that Eru is not going to blast you off the face of Arda, why not? I may as well turn that knowledge to some kind of account.

Lipstick: You mean after Angband?

Maedhros: It is somewhat hard to think of anything as spiritual after that. It is all just mechanics.

Lipstick: You shouldn't think of yourself like that.

Maedhros: You are the one who is always calling me a whore. Well, you are right, I am a whore.

Lipstick: I was joking. I didn't know. Oh you stupid elf, I dont think your a whore. I think your very messed up but...

Maedhros: Is n't anyone who would do that?

Lipstick: How on earth does it make you feel?

Maedhros: You want the truth? Powerful. It is a victory of the intellect over instinct. It makes me feel in control.

Lipstick: You have instincts for a reason, Maedhros.

*Maedhros smiles crookedly*

Maedhros: There is this old joke in America that I never understood. It is an advert for a missing dog, three legs, one eye, no tail answers to "Lucky". I do not get it.

Lipstick: Why, because you identify with the dog?

Maedhros: [laughing] I see your point. No, because that dog was lucky, really lucky.

Lipstick: I'm lucky to have you for a Quendi Maedhros.

Maedhros: Ha-ha.

Lipstick: No I mean it. I'm glad your not like other elves.

Maedhros: Do you know what the healer told me after Thangorodrim? That you could see it in my eyes. That any elf who looked into my eyes would know what had happened to me.

Lipstick: Did that scare you?

Maedhros: [yawning] For a while. Then I thought, well I'm prince round here so fuck what anyone thinks.

Lipstick: Promise you will never do that again.

Maedhros: I do not make promises. I have made too many in my time.

Lipstick: Alright. But don't think you have to do it for me. I've got enough money.

Maedhros: Okay, no more whoring for now.

Lipstick: I think you should give the money to charity or something.

Maedhros: What? That's totally stupid. Get your hair done.

Lipstick: My hair's not that bad Maedhros.

Maedhros: Well maybe it's an acceptable look if you are eight days into an orc-scouting trip.

Lipstick: Do you elves ever get over being obsessed with nice hair?

Maedhros: [yawning again] No.

Lipstick: Are you tired?

Maedhros: Exhausted.

*And with that he rolls backward onto my bed*

Lipstick: Good night Maedhros.

Maedhros: Good night, mortal