Orientation [Closed]

[huntingorcs]

Who: Maedhros, Maglor, Elladan & Elrohir
What: Welcome to Deep Space 9
When: Now
Where: Science Fiction Section
Warnings: .... well we do have Feanorions in this section POSSIBLY MENTION OF DEATH, MURDER, SUICIDE, GENERAL CRAZY THINGS

"Okay, that's different." Elladan leans on his brother and stares.

"Which, the bodiless voice, or the blue person that just walked past." Elrohir laughs and shoves against him fondly.

"What are we doing, grandfathers?" They ask as one, turning identical grins to the older two.

"Scamps." Maglor shakes his head. "What were we thinking, Nelyo, bringing them along?"

"I do not think we were given much choice." Maedhros retorts wryly, before fixing the two with a commanders glare. "You heard our orders. Medicines, bandages. I'm sure your father taught you what to look for. Don't get in trouble. Don't get caught."

The grins don't fade, but both of them straigthen, responding to the command.

"We know what to look for." Elladan assures them.

"Mostly. Medicines, we will have to guess."

"But ... we have no coin?"

"Other than of our own world, and I doubt they will accept King's Currency or Shire Coin."

"They might." Maglor shakes his head. "But not as coin - gold and silver will always have worth, younglings, no matter's whose face is on the coin. Have a care of who you ask, but I am sure you will find someone willing to trade."

"Be back here within two hours." Maedhros orders. "Or we will come and find you."

"And if you are not, we will seek you." Elrohir promises softly.

"We have only just found you." Elladan agrees. "We don't let family get in trouble without us."

"I think." Maglor says dryly. "That Maedhros and I are old enough to look after ourselves. But thank you."

"Go on with you." Maedhros' gruff order is mixed with the clear affection in his eyes. "Take care."

"We will!"

Comments

[elrohir_elrondion]

"Yes, but in your experience it is often you and I that cause such disturbances. Unless there is another unruly duo running about, perhaps we will meet good fortune." He grinned back at his brother and lightly curled his arm through Elladan's as they moved.

"Most seem to be going about their own business." Looking over to the crowd Elladan indicated, he tried to get a good look. "Are you sure they are selling wares?" Biting at his lower lip he finally nodded as a thought hit him. "Even if it is not, it seems like a good direction to go in order to find a tavern. There seem to be many people going this way."

[huntingorcs]

Elladan spreads an open hand across his heart in exaggerated drama.

"Why, my dearest brother, are you suggesting that we are the only ones to behave so?"

"Well, that is true." Elladan allows as they get closer. "It... looks more like a... gambling ring, perhaps? A game of dice writ large. But... well. Where there is money..."

[elrohir_elrondion]

"Suggesting or stating clearly, my brother?" He teased lightly, a smile dancing even in his eyes as he moved closer to the milling crowds.

"Hm, it seens that you may be correct." He commented softly to Elladan before skating around the edges of the crowd to drift deeper into the area. "This is true. Perhaps we will find a place that will be willing to make trade with us." His eyes skated the room until he found some people slipping out of one area with drinks. "Perhaps that is where the tavern lie? Many are exiting with colorful drinks." Far cleaner looking than home, but foreign looking as well.

[huntingorcs]

"I will leave that to your imagination~" Elladan retorts, and sobers as they get closer.

"Aye, that would be the most likely. At the least, in a tavern folk will know where we can go, if nothing else. Although I suppose we will have to leave sampling the wares until another time."