31. Scene XXIV
The Lay of Leithian Dramatic Script Project
TINUVIEL AT BAY: A CACCIA OF BELERIAND
None hath guessed how, desperate, Tinuviel should try
E'en without her work of power, from Nargothrond to fly --
[The royal apartments -- Curufin is working with a largish device on the central table, something made of polished metal that is hinged in many different ways and seemes to be composed equally of flat plates and curved bars -- it looks a little like vines growing over a pile of sheer-plane rock, in its current folded state. Celegorm enters; his brother only nods absently at him.]
We have to do something else. She nearly walked out of here. Seems I was wrong.
Curufin: [suddenly attentive]
What about the guards?
She called them in to look at her fireplace, said it was smokin' and could they see if the system was jammed up -- and while they were working it over she walked out right behind them.
I'll have their names for that -- how could they be so unobservant, they're guards, dammit!
Celegorm: [shrugs, half-admiringly]
They swore that she was standing there right next to them, making admiring noises all the while. Turns out it was jammed -- only she'd done it herself -- bent it all up so it took a third of a bell to fix it. By that point she was already down in the stables, where she'd manage to convince everyone that she was just another kid looking after the horses -- only reason it didn't work is that the horses didn't recognize her and got all jumpy.
Curufin: [looking at the closed, locked casket on a small table by itself]
And no one saw her in the halls?
Oh, they saw her all right -- they just had this idea that she was "someone who was supposed to be there doing something" no matter where she was. So -- question is -- what are we going to do about it? Just a bunch of little illusions, and a few folded baffles -- kids' tricks -- but all together it adds up to -- no bird in our hands. Nearly.
Curufin: [tapping his lips]
If she can work that kind of game upon that many people, sequentially and at once, then we need something that cannot be fooled. I wouldn't rely on any kind of a mechanical lock at all -- too easy to fox, and too easy to make it look fixed -- and I wouldn't rely on any lock alone, but in conjunction with a redoubled guard, I would think that a name-boundary set for her only should do the trick. You want to do it, or shall I?
No, that's all right, I thought that's what you'd say but I wanted your input first. I'll go take care of it right now. --What is that?
I don't know . . . yet. Where is she? It might be awkward -- if you had to explain.
Celegorm: [smiles broadly]
I sicced her on Orodreth -- you know how he can't stop talking when he gets nervous. I figure they're good for another bell at least.
Curufin: [looking up in alarm]
You're not worried about what he might say to her?
Him? He's not going to say anything that will make his job any harder. And the more nervous he is the less he actually says in all those words. I'm not worried -- you think he wants to explain his role in the affair to her?
True. --Aha -- that's how that goes --
[unfolds the device into a huge openwork array]
--But what is it?
[shaking his head, he hurries off to set up the security system on Luthien's apartments]
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