Hair Dye, Cloning and General Epic Chaoticness

[Maedhros_Nelyafinwë]

Welcome to the Chaotic RP of TTF! This is a fun, spontaneous, lighthearted, and most importantly, chaotic RP which is available to anyone who wishes to join. While our primary goal is to have fun, we have a few rules in order to keep some method to the madness.

• Firstly, each character belongs to their respective TTF user. In other words, you can't write for a character if someone else has claimed that character. If you're new to the thread, please ask the group which characters are available before you claim one.
• Even though this thread is chaotic and spontaneous, we do have a storyline going. If you're new to the thread, please read the most recent few pages, or more, so you're caught up on what's going on.
• Make sure to interact with other people's characters. Don't just go off and write your own thing without interacting with anybody.
• Don't completely ignore or change the storyline.
• At the same time, please be flexible if someone introduces a new turn of the plot. This is not a carefully planned RP, and it needs to have flexibility for any chaotic new thing someone comes up with (within reason-- it does need to connect to the main story at least loosely).
• If you are writing for multiple characters, use a script format to indicate which character is speaking. Use asterisks* to denote action. For example:
  • Maitimo: *tries to shake Celeraccoon off his arm* STOP BITING ME, TYELKO!
• Try to keep spam to a minimum. I would define "spamming" in this thread as writing more than a page over the course of a few hours. (This can be a tough one to follow, I know.) But spamming makes it hard for other people to keep up.
• At the same time, if you're going to be absent for an extended period of time, we recommend writing your character out temporarily (such as having them disappear or go somewhere) so other people can continue while you're gone.

That's all I can think of for now. If you have any questions or need any help, please feel free to ask!

 

[Maedhros_Nelyafinwë]

*Maitimo wakes up in a panic, not remembering anything about Maglor's music*

What's going on? Did I get knocked out? Are we under attack?

*sees Amrod*

Ah, I must be dead. That's a relief, honestly!

*Embraces Amrod tearfully*

Pityo... I've missed you so much. I'm so sorry about what happened to you. I tried to stop them from burning the ships, I really did!

 

[Fingon_Findekáno]

*muffled voice* Nelyo… I’m not dead… anymore… *feeling smothered, Amrod attempts to shove Maedhros’ curly hair out of his face, spitting out strands from his mouth* Can’t… breathe…

*pushes himself out of Maedhros’ grip some and takes a cleansing breath* It’s okay, really. It didn’t hurt very long and—

*his eyes widen and his voice becomes concerned* NELYO!!! Did you know your hand is missing?


(Also, who wants to play Argon?)

 

[Maedhros_Nelyafinwë]

Oh, right. Atar was brought back, so I guess you must have been too. I'm glad for it!

*looks at severed wrist in feigned horror* What?! AAAAAH!

No, I'm just messing with you, Pityo, you made it too easy. This happened hundreds of years ago thanks to Morgoth.

(I know squat about Argon, but I can play him if nobody else wants to.)

 

[Tyelkormo the Fair]

(I can't honestly. I have to leave one of my characters behind to reply in every topic. Like I had completely forgotten about Lómion.)

 

[Tyelkormo the Fair]

Celegorm: you got spit on your...hair Nelyo.
*To Amrod*
It's nice to have you back pitya...I have missed hunting with you and Huan.

 

[Fingon_Findekáno]

*not understanding the humor* Losing a hand is serious, Nelyo! Doesn’t it hurt? How did it happen? Did Morgoth give you all those scars, too?

*turns to Celegorm and pets Huan’s head while talking* I’ve missed you too, Tyelko. All of you. But don’t worry, Huan took good care of me, and I finally got some quality time with Atar all to myself! I even got to meet Grandma Miriel and hang out with Grandpa Finwë!


(Not to worry; the only things I really know about Argon are that he was the youngest of the four of us, he was apparently very tall, like Turgon, and that he died in the Battle of Lammoth, which took place just after Fingolfin’s host entered ME. Other than that, he’s a clean slate!)

 

[Maedhros_Nelyafinwë]

Celegorm: you got spit on your...hair Nelyo.

*examines hair, grimaces*
Yuck. Not the first time a younger brother or small child has done that to me though.

*not understanding the humor* Losing a hand is serious, Nelyo! Doesn’t it hurt? How did it happen? Did Morgoth give you all those scars, too?

It's a long story. Shortly after we lost Atar, I tried and failed to parley with Morgoth, and he took me captive in Angband and eventually hung me by my wrist with this unbreakable steel chain. I hung there for many years until eventually, Findekano came to rescue me. But the only way for him to free me was to cut off my hand. And yeah, my whole arm does still hurt from time to time, but despite all that, I'm a better swordsman now with my left hand than I ever was with my right! There are many other gory details to this story which I will spare you.


*Argon embraces Fingon and Aredhel*
I'm so glad to see you guys again! I'm sorry I charged ahead at the enemy, that was stupid, I know... *Blinks tearfully* But at least we're together now. Say, where's Turukano?

 

[Tyelkormo the Fair]

*Celegorm looks away because he himself was guilty of the same thing.*
Don't know what you're talking about.

*Aredhel smiles but when asks about Turgon her smiles turn melancholic*
He is ...fine I think. He lives in his own city now but none but me know where it is and I have been sworn not to reveal it.
And he will not leave it at any costs...

 

[Maedhros_Nelyafinwë]

*Celegorm looks away because he himself was guilty of the same thing.*
Don't know what you're talking about.

Oh, don't you pretend to be so innocent! I haven't forgotten the time you wanted to find out if my hair tastes like strawberries!

 

[Tyelkormo the Fair]

Oh, don't you pretend to be so innocent! I haven't forgotten the time you wanted to find out if my hair tastes like strawberries!

Well Ammë's did! You really should ask her for her hair routine...

 

[Tyelkormo the Fair]

Oh, don't you pretend to be so innocent! I haven't forgotten the time you wanted to find out if my hair tastes like strawberries!

(Ok now the only thing I can imagine is a cute lil Tyelko chewing on Nelyo's hair and him smiling in pain!)

 

[Fingon_Findekáno]

It's a long story. Shortly after we lost Atar, I tried and failed to parley with Morgoth, and he took me captive in Angband and eventually hung me by my wrist with this unbreakable steel chain. I hung there for many years until eventually, Findekano came to rescue me. But the only way for him to free me was to cut off my hand. And yeah, my whole arm does still hurt from time to time, but despite all that, I'm a better swordsman now with my left hand than I ever was with my right! There are many other gory details to this story which I will spare you.

*eyes wide in fascination* That sounds terrible, and I can’t believe Findekáno cut your hand off! *examines Maedhros’ arm* Can you still feel your missing hand? Where does it still hurt?

*Argon embraces Fingon and Aredhel*
I'm so glad to see you guys again! I'm sorry I charged ahead at the enemy, that was stupid, I know... *Blinks tearfully* But at least we're together now. Say, where's Turukano?

*Aredhel smiles but when asks about Turgon her smiles turn melancholic*
He is ...fine I think. He lives in his own city now but none but me know where it is and I have been sworn not to reveal it.
And he will not leave it at any costs...

*his eyes still wet, Fingon gives a half-hearted smile and chuckles* You always were a bit overzealous about fighting. I’m keeping you by my side from now on, baby brother!

*sighs* Aye, he and his people disappeared from Nevrast long ago, hiding themselves away into a hidden kingdom. We don’t even get a Christmas card from him and Idril anymore! I miss his special hand-crafted greeting cards…🥺

*sees Lómion standing off to the side, and his face brightens up* OH!!! Also, brother— you have two nephews now!😄

 

[Tyelkormo the Fair]

*Lómion stares confusedly as the rest greet each other and startles when Fingon mentions him*
Who are you??
*He stares at him,suspicious. A bit intimidated by Argon's height,hides behind Aredhel's skirt*
*Aredhel puts her hand on his shoulder and gently nudges him to come out*
Come little one. Greet your uncle.

 

[Fingon_Findekáno]

*Fingon bends down to Lómion’s level, placing his hands on his knees for support* Lómion, this is your Uncle Arakáno, or Argon. He’s your mother’s and my youngest brother.😊

 

[Maedhros_Nelyafinwë]

Well Ammë's did! You really should ask her for her hair routine...

No thanks. I don't need that much more of a reason for little kids to think my hair is candy.

*eyes wide in fascination* That sounds terrible, and I can’t believe Findekáno cut your hand off! *examines Maedhros’ arm* Can you still feel your missing hand? Where does it still hurt?

Well, it's a good thing he did or otherwise I would STILL be hanging there! I used to get these phantom sensations like I still had my hand, but not so much these days. It hurts mostly at the wrist and shoulder, mostly on particularly cold, stormy or tiresome days.

...Wait a sec, how come you're so fascinated by all this?


Argon: *smiles widely at Lomion and gives him a little wave* Hello, young one, I'm your uncle like Findekano is! You need not fear me.

 

[Fingon_Findekáno]

Well, it's a good thing he did or otherwise I would STILL be hanging there! I used to get these phantom sensations like I still had my hand, but not so much these days. It hurts mostly at the wrist and shoulder, mostly on particularly cold, stormy or tiresome days.

...Wait a sec, how come you're so fascinated by all this?

Why would I not be? It is fascinating!😃 *pokes Maedhros’ wrist* Does it hurt when I touch it? *pokes again*

 

[Maedhros_Nelyafinwë]

OW!! YES, IT DOES! 😡

 

[Fingon_Findekáno]

Interesting… How about here? *pokes Maedhros’ shoulder*

 

[Maedhros_Nelyafinwë]

Interesting… How about here? *pokes Maedhros’ shoulder*

Ow!! Quit poking me, that's totally unnecessary! First Tyelko and his ice cubes and now you and your prodding. Can I get no peace? *jerks away, pulls cloak over arm and shoulder*

 

[Fingon_Findekáno]

*Amrod steps back, unfazed by his brother’s irritation* You say it hurts- in what way? Does it radiate through your whole body? Is it a sharp pain?