41. Scene IV.xviii
The Lay of Leithian Dramatic Script Project
BELOVED FOOL! BEYOND THE WESTERN SEA
[Elsewhere: the council chamber]
[Vaire, Irmo, Aule, Orome, and Aule's Assistant are all leaning forward in their chairs talking animatedly, while Namo sits back with an abstracted frown on his face, clearly thinking about something entirely different from their argument. Luthien is crosslegged on the floor next to the bowl of silver light, working intently on what looks rather like a cats'-cradle, except that when she lets go of the shining strands, they remain as if floating on water while she moves the other threads across them. She is not paying any more attention to the debaters than they are to her, at the moment . . .]
Yes, and doesn't that give you pause? The fact that someone who thinks that every problem can be solved by beating something up agrees with you? Ordinarily you wouldn't be claiming Tulkas' opinion as legitimizing your own!
Aule: [growing impatience, waving his forefinger didactically]
I didn't say that the fact that he agrees with us proves that we're right. I only mentioned his support as an example of the fact that diverse opinions -- and diverse personalities, and diverse viewpoints -- were united against the opposing position. Which--
[another emphatic gesture]
--should indicate to some small degree that Nienna's stance was untenable and her overly-optimistic assessment of that wretch's state of mind should have been discounted by them from the beginning--
Vaire: [speaking over him]
--Aule, it really isn't fair of you to characterize her position when Nia isn't here to articulate it for herself--
--Why isn't she here? I don't understand it at all -- this is exactly the kind of situation where one would expect her to be in the thick of it, trying to smooth things over and make everybody happy--
[Namo looks up at the door, just as Nienna's Apprentice enters, looking a little wild-eyed but not quite as stressed as before]
You called me, Sir? --Er, there's been no news from the search teams yet--
Forget about that -- for now. I don't mean that literally, either. I just have something else I want you to look into for me.
[he manifests a rolled scroll and holds it out to the Apprentice]
You wanted to go dig in the Archives, well, you've got your wish. Get to it -- I want everything you can find about what's on there, as fast as you can find it.
Aule's Assistant: [shaking his head, very much in imitation of his Lord's manner and tone]
Honestly, Olorin, I swear you're never contented. No wonder you can't settle down.
[the other gives him a quick, disheartened look, but pulls himself together.]
Apprentice: [to Namo:]
Yes, my Lord. But -- what about keeping an eye on the stone?
Get someone else to look after it -- or why don't you give me that toy of yours and then we won't have to worry about you forgetting while you're doing something else.
[silently the Apprentice gives him the "sympathetic" version of the palantir and takes the list instead; Namo looks at the shiny bead doubtfully.]
It does work, you're sure of it?
Erm -- I don't see why it shouldn't, at least.
Great. Just -- take care of this stuff quickly. And don't get distracted and start looking up unrelated things, all right?
[turning back towards the door, his sister's student nods gloomily.]
Vaire: [looking over from the discussion]
Oh, and tell that dog of Tav's to stop running up and down the Halls barking, there's a dear, he's making my headache worse than it already is.
Apprentice: [to the room at large, with exaggerated patience]
Anybody want anything else while I'm at it? Cosmic harmony, anyone? The Silmarils? Just one, perhaps?
Just my husband, thanks.
[she looks up with a raised eyebrow as his expression becomes briefly chagrined, but then he winks, quickly, so that her expression changes to a puzzled frown as she watches his departure.]
Orome:[picking right back up where they left off]
Now, if you ask me, what Varda should have done instead was . . .
To be continued…
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