Oh, this was bad. Oh this was very, very bad. Gildor shoved his way to the front of the crowd and quickly raised his hand. He wasn't paid for his work, but he still had clout amongst the dwarves surrounding his new home, and so the other elf was tied and brought to him. He took the other to a deserted alley and cut away his binds, berating him. "How did this happen?! Do you have any idea what could have become of you?!" //[slave meme]
It was very reminiscent of his first capture, now that he thought about it, though the ending was far less known to him with all these strangers gathered about. He almost laughed, however, when Gildor showed up among the throng. He was with him soon enough, looking amused as he was set free. “I do not, though I am somewhat curious to know now. And look at you, coming to save the day. You will not speak of this, understand?”
"I base my deductions on the fact you are so eager to drape yourself all over him or drag me about." He continued, not commenting on the other’s response.
"I have always been an affectionate person; I will not deny that. However, showing you affection does not prove that I want.. you, in that way. If anything, it only proves that I care for you, and I wish to be companions."
"I never said you wanted me in ‘that way.’" He teased. "Only that you would be thrilled to buy your friend up. I can just see your thoughts now! ‘Ah, I shall buy him and then he will have to hug me out of thanks.’"
“You would never hug me out of thanks,” he retorted easily. “In fact, I would be more wary of you stabbing me.” Using the chain as a guide, he steered the two of them into a deep thoroughfare, with many clusters of different people. The crowd surrounded a central stockade while other venders and food-sellers dotted the open area, and various games had been set up as well. “Remember when I told you this was a festival?” He asked, pointing overhead at the myriad of decorations lining the surrounding shops and houses. “I was not kidding.”
Maeglin only snorted in response to that, knowing it was mostly true. He wasn't the sort of give out hugs, a stabbing was much more likely. In silence he followed Gildor through the bustle. A festival, Gildor said, and he was right. "Oh goodie." He grumbled, looking at the venders as they past.
