"Um, hello Cuthalion, Mablung, can I help you with anything?"

The two elves were grinning at Daeron who was wondering why they were approaching him. They say hello to each other when they see each other in Menegroth, but they never really became friends, This was mainly due to the allegiance between Daeron and Saeros, coupled with the march-warden's less than friendly opinion of Saeros.

Just then, the confused minstrel caught sight of Turin who was ducking behind wall in apparent embarrassment.

If Turin, the almighty lord of stupid ideas is embarrassed, these two must have come of with something especially stupid.

Daeron shook himself out of his train of thought when the two in front of him burst,

"We're starting a music group, and we're looking for professional advice."

Daeron looked back to the where the top of Turin's head could be seen, was this a joke? Is this the part where Turin runs out laughing? Better play it safe, if it is a joke don't make yourself look like a fool, and if they're not joking...Well they do have the king's favor.

"Um I see, a music group, but will you have time for such things? I mean you do have jobs, like protecting Doriath."

Mablung shrugged, "Nah, the girdle does most of the work for us. We have time."

Daeron was still not convinced, "Okay, so what will you be playing, what type of music, um is Turin in on this?"

This time Beleg answered, "We were thinking about doing our own thing, we're going to call it Positively Open to the Public. Um, Mablung can kind of play the harp, and I guess I could do that thing where you blow into it, and no Turin went all red when we asked him about, mumbling something about Urwen, breaking a harp, and laments gone horribly wrong."

Sweet Eru they're serious

"So you haven't thought this out."

The two march-wardens grinned sheepishly and responded, "Well we have a name."

Daeron winced, the last time that those two had any creative input was when it came to name Menegroth, five minutes into the meeting the two were promptly sent to "stare at the border just in case an orc wanders in"

"Well, let's here the worst." grumbled the minstrel

The two were not discouraged in the slightest, they both beamed and said,

"The Mighty Hand"

Daeron looked at them "You can't be serious, The Mighty Hand?"

Beleg shrugged, "Well it was either The Mighty Hand or The Heavy Bow."

Turin was now sinking out of sight

Daeron bit his lower lip, "You know what, why don't you two go to ask Saeros about this."

The two didn't have time to protest to talking to Saeros of all people before Daeron took off, shouting something about being needed in Thingol's study.

Beleg sighed and clapped his friend on the shoulder, "Well, it was worth a shot."

Mablung nodded in agreement, "Yeah, this is one strange elf. I guess it was kind of optimistic trying to get sane advise from him."

"I don't think he took to Luthien leaving with Beren very well. He does everything in his power to make her notice him for the majority of a century, and them some guy out of nowhere comes and takes her away."

Mablung shrugged, "Well I'm off to go spend some time with Gene, you got plans?"

Beleg grinned, "Yeah, trying to extract Turin from a flower pot and convincing him that all of Doriath is used to us, and that his reputation was ruined the moment he started hanging out with us."