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!

 

[Glorfindel Goldtress]

sees his father looking back at him with his eyebrows raised* *turns back to face Fautuatar* Oh, and thank you!

Heheh, thank you

You are both very welcome!

Huan approaches Fautuatar and stares at him doefully with his large brown eyes, giving a soft whine as if to say, “What about Huan?

Ahhh yes, Huan. *Grins* Your gift is waiting for you with your old friend Oromë. He wishes to pay you a visit and asked me to allow him to present it to you.

 

[Server Room Gremlin]

*Turns to Curvo, passing him a package* For you I have given you a key to my personal forge. Please stop by and join me in the delights of smithery. I am always looking for more companions of like thought.

*Curufin says nothing but his eyes have gone all shiny*

*he stares down at the package, but before he can gather his thoughts enough to thank Aulë...*

set of golden hair ribbons weaved by Vairë herself, which never fall out unless at your command. You are the hair commander, after all.

*he walks off and has to lean on the table, having burst into uncontrollable wheezing*

 

[Maedhros_Nelyafinwë]

*Turns to Maedhros with a grin, handing him a bottle* At Yavanna's thought, I have a bottle of the finest winterroot serum, which will calm your anxiety and even give you a back massage. Yavanna has printed the recipe on the inside of the lid in unerasable ink for you if you finish it.

*Maitimo looks visibly touched, his eyes glassy with tears, but he doesn't let them fall.* Thank you... this means more than I can say.

*to Laurinalotë* Even if this works well, you're still welcome to hang out in my hair whenever you like.

Also, I appreciate the provision of unerasable ink because you never know who or what might try to erase it... *side-eyes his brothers* Looks like the bottle cap is childproof, too. Another necessary precaution.

And... Last but not least, of those who are in the room, Fëanor. For you I have forged the finest sword of mithril. It is un-shatterable and can also pour water from within, a courtesy of Ulmo. The spell is written on the hilt.

*Fëanor blinks in shock that the Valar would have done something favorable for him after their bitter opposition*

*turns the blade over, watching it sparkle as it catches the light*

This is a very fine work of craftsmanship. I've never seen, or made, anything like it... if I didn't know any better I'd say it looks like something forged by Aulë himself, but that's just a funny coincidence, I'm sure. *winks knowingly at Fautuatar* You have my thanks for such a fine gift.

 

[Tyelkormo the Fair]

Fautuatar: Octopi are not among the gifts though I doubt such should sorrow you.
*Grins and opens his hand to Lómion* For you, I have a special hammer and tongs. I see a smithy's gift in you, and these I made, embued with the strength to forge fine weapons. And you have many around you to help you along that path.

*His eyes are as wide as saucers and he can only nod dumbly in thanks.*
*Gathers his courage and runs up to Curufin, holding out his new gift to show it to him.*

*Turns to Irissë and hands her a package* For you I have a special tool none of the Elves have acquired. This is a
pocket compass made of adamant. Keep it well, and you shall find your way when in doubt. It shows direction by starlight.

*She smiles looking up at him and bows in thanks,all the while planning her next trip to Amazon jungles with Tyelko*

*Turns to Tyelko with a grin, holding out to him a present* At Yavanna's thought, I have given you a set of magic hunting arrows, which fly from your bow wherever you command them. They can change direction in the air if you will it and do not miss.

*Takes them and starts jumping up and down, looking for someone to share in an adventure*
*Realizes he hasn't thanked the Vala so he bows low*
Thank you dear Fautuatar!
*Starts planning all the traps he want to set for the man next year*

 

[Fingon_Findekáno]

Ahhh yes, Huan. *Grins* Your gift is waiting for you with your old friend Oromë. He wishes to pay you a visit and asked me to allow him to present it to you.

*Huan smiles in his doggish way, wagging his tail happily to say, “This is acceptable for Huan. Huan shall wait for his old friend.”*

*Takes them and starts jumping up and down, looking for someone to share in an adventure*

*Huan joins Tyelko in his jumping, putting his forepaws on Tyelko’s shoulders*

*he walks off and has to lean on the table, having burst into uncontrollable wheezing*

*Fingon watches Curvo’s reaction with a grin, entertained by this* What’s wrong, cousin? You know that’s my actual name, right?

*turns the blade over, watching it sparkle as it catches the light*

Your sword looks strikingly similar to Atar’s, Uncle! Ringil glitters beautifully like that too.

 

[Server Room Gremlin]

*Fingon watches Curvo’s reaction with a grin, entertained by this* What’s wrong, cousin? You know that’s my actual name, right?

*wipes eye, grins weakly*
Exactly the reason that gift had me lose my composure...

*Gathers his courage and runs up to Curufin, holding out his new gift to show it to him.*

Oh. Those are fine tools you have there, Lómion. I used to have some just like them, but I think they must have gotten misplaced during the following centuries of... various kinds of trouble.
Anyway. I shall be interested to see the things you create with them.

 

[Áramandë Amaniel]

*Enters, clothed in black and crimson robes, with black hair shimmering like the darkest of nights*

Well, well. What have I now walked upon? This looks like quite the chaotic scene of desire.... *smirks*

 

[Server Room Gremlin]

*Curufin is bewildered, and of course a little suspicious as usual*

...Hello. Who might you be?

 

[Fingon_Findekáno]

Fingon: Ah, Amaniel, I see you’ve returned. Indeed, you have missed much.

*Ereinion runs up* Look at my sparkly toy lion! Uncle Curvo made him for me! And Fautuatar made me this spear! *holds them both up for her to see*

 

[Áramandë Amaniel]

*Curufin is bewildered, and of course a little suspicious as usual*

...Hello. Who might you be?

*smiles innocently*

Why, I am who I am...Írelilta is my name. Why, you Feanorians are ever so suspicious! *chuckles softly*

 

[Maedhros_Nelyafinwë]

(Welcome back to the Chaos, Amaniel!)

Why, I am who I am...Írelilta is my name. Why, you Feanorians are ever so suspicious! *chuckles softly*

Um, yeah and we have good reason for it.

 

[Áramandë Amaniel]

Fingon: Ah, Amaniel, I see you’ve returned. Indeed, you have missed much.

*Ereinion runs up* Look at my sparkly toy lion! Uncle Curvo made him for me! And Fautuatar made me this spear! *holds them both up for her to see*

*Glances at Fingon* It's been very long....but Amaniel is no longer the name I go by. Haven't you guessed, by these black and crimson robes, that something has happened to me? *smiles*

 

[Áramandë Amaniel]

Um, yeah and we have good reason for it.

*raises an eyebrow* What, I have not brought danger or harm to any of ye, surely! Why do all of you here...seem to...turn me away, from the very moment of my entrance?

 

[Fingon_Findekáno]

*Glances at Fingon* It's been very long....but Amaniel is no longer the name I go by. Haven't you guessed, by these black and crimson robes, that something has happened to me? *smiles*

You changed often enough before, so this doesn’t surprise me. Nice color combination, though.

*raises an eyebrow* What, I have not brought danger or harm to any of ye, surely! Why do all of you here...seem to...turn me away, from the very moment of my entrance?

We’re not turning you away, Írelilta. Some of us here were not present back then, so they are not familiar with you like Maitimo, Íri, Lómion, Tyelko, and I are. And you can’t blame Fëanorians for being suspicious of an Ainu, especially Curvo.

 

[Áramandë Amaniel]

You changed often enough before, so this doesn’t surprise me. Nice color combination, though.

*smiles* Aww, thank you! But you haven't realised? *raises an eyebrow*

We’re not turning you away, Írelilta. Some of us here were not present back then, so they are not familiar with you like Maitimo, Íri, Lómion, Tyelko, and I are. And you can’t blame Fëanorians for being suspicious of an Ainu, especially Curvo.

*sighs and mutters under my breath* Ainu...

*speaks in normal voice* Well, thanks for revealing my identity there....I was hoping that it remained hidden after such a long absence.

 

[Server Room Gremlin]

*raises an eyebrow* What, I have not brought danger or harm to any of ye, surely! Why do all of you here...seem to...turn me away, from the very moment of my entrance?

Hm. A Maia, are you, Írelilta? Then I'm sure you're well aware of the ah... track record of one of them, in particular regarding his dealings with my son.
Can't fault me for being a little cautious. Still, welcome, I suppose. I'm intrigued to know your purpose here. *he shrugs* If you have one.

 

[Áramandë Amaniel]

Hm. A Maia, are you, Írelilta? Then I'm sure you're well aware of the ah... track record of one of them, in particular regarding his dealings with my son.
Can't fault me for being a little cautious. Still, welcome, I suppose. I'm intrigued to know your purpose here. *he shrugs* If you have one.

Hmm, a Maia I used to be. But not anymore. Greater, and yet lesser. And to speak of purpose...why, that is something that we must all find within ourselves.

And, who is this Maia that you speak of? You seem to be rather contemptuous of him....

 

[Maedhros_Nelyafinwë]

And, who is this Maia that you speak of? You seem to be rather contemptuous of him....

Same one who tortured me, alongside his boss. We're not all that fond of them.

 

[Server Room Gremlin]

Hmm, a Maia I used to be. But not anymore. Greater, and yet lesser. And to speak of purpose...why, that is something that we must all find within ourselves.

*Curufin looks at Írelilta with curiosity*

And, who is this Maia that you speak of? You seem to be rather contemptuous of him....

Sauron, the abhorred. Former servant of Aulë, used to go by Mairon, I believe.

 

[Áramandë Amaniel]

Same one who tortured me, alongside his boss. We're not all that fond of them.

Oh, right....well....

*glances down at the ground sadly and mutters softly*

I wish I could change both of their hearts....

*Curufin looks at Írelilta with curiosity*

Would you truly desire to know more? For I fear if I tell you, you will drive me away.

*thinks to myself* Why, the last thing that I need, is a second exile....