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]

I don't know what you just did up there, but it felt kind of nice and I hope it looks good too?

*is secretly very glad Laurinalotë is sticking around because her magic calms down his troubled mind*

 

[Glorfindel Goldtress]

I don't know what you just did up there, but it felt kind of nice and I hope it looks good too?

*is secretly very glad Laurinalotë is sticking around because her magic calms down his troubled mind*

I think it looks beautiful. But comfort always is beautiful to me.

*Fautuatar snorts.*

What are you, a fautarassë?

*The fautarassë have finished their dance by now. They trot around the room and decide to rest in front of the fire place near where Fëanor reclines.*

 

[Tyelkormo the Fair]

*sitting on his chair behind his desk, holding a lollipop as he gazes upon the horizon*
So ... Finnonentino. Have you made any progress with Sauronno's hand you promised me?

 

[Fingon_Findekáno]

Sources tell me he hides out in Tol-in-Gaurhoth much of the time. However, I’ve got eyes to the sky and ears to the ground in case he makes any moves. This deranged Maia messed with the wrong family! *holds up the hot glue gun and more jingly pom-poms*

 

[Tyelkormo the Fair]

Irissë : Please, I'm begging you go to a healer.
Tyelkormo : I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.
*Continues bleeding*

 

[Glorfindel Goldtress]

*Yavanna steps in and quickly heals the wounded with a wave of her hands.* Now, friends, Aulë-Fautuatar is going to hand out gifts.

Fautuatar, hefting the blue bag of presents: I must fly with the fautarassë today, so I shall give these now. Gather around, children. *Starts opening the bag*

Laurinalótë: We, or they... are not children.

*Yavanna and Fautuatar simultaneously raise an eyebrow.*

Fautuatar: To us Valar, you are all children.

Yavanna: What he meant to say is you are all children whether your age says otherwise or not.

 

[Tyelkormo the Fair]

*Íri, Lómion and Tyelko all hold out hands, waiting for gifts*

 

[Glorfindel Goldtress]

*Fautuatar takes his time building up the suspense. Searching through the bag, he pulls out several packages.*

Fautuatar: Ah, Lómion, step right up. *Beckons him, as he finds a particular package.* The rest of you come closer so you can receive your presents.

Yavanna: I hope you took my suggestions on some of these.

Fautuatar: ...I did for a select few.

 

[Server Room Gremlin]

*Curufin also approaches, curious, though his face looks about the same as usual*

 

[Maedhros_Nelyafinwë]

I thought the prosthetic was my present? Well, I'm certainly not complaining!

 

[Tyelkormo the Fair]

Can I get an octopus?

 

[Maedhros_Nelyafinwë]

*to Fautuatar* Please don't get him an octopus.

 

[Fingon_Findekáno]

*Ereinion jumps eagerly and runs up to Fautuatar, hugging his lion, Roe-Galad, closely*

*Fingon walks closer but lingers back, fondly watching his son get excited for “Fautuatar”*

 

[Tyelkormo the Fair]

*to Fautuatar* Please don't get him an octopus.

Why not? They choke people. It's nice.

 

[Server Room Gremlin]

Why not? They choke people. It's nice.

Or poison them, depending on the octopus.

 

[Tyelkormo the Fair]

Or poison them, depending on the octopus.

The merrier.

 

[Maedhros_Nelyafinwë]

*to Fautuatar* Don't get Curvo an octopus either.

 

[Tyelkormo the Fair]

*to Curvo*
It's ok. You can hang out with mine when ever you want.

 

[Glorfindel Goldtress]

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.
*Winks, then turns to Ereinion, the next youngest, handing him his gift* For you, I have a short spear, blunted till you come of age, for I see you will handle such a weapon mightily in times to come.
*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.
*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.
*Turns to Fingon, holding out a gift* For you, I have the finest set of golden hair ribbons weaved by Vairë herself, which never fall out unless at your command. You are the hair commander, after all.
*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.
*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.
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.
Laurinalótë, your present is at home.
And Yavanna all ready knows her present...

 

[Fingon_Findekáno]

*Winks, then turns to Ereinion, the next youngest, handing him his gift* For you, I have a short spear, blunted till you come of age, for I see you will handle such a weapon mightily in times to come.

*Ereinion accepts the gift with wide-eyed wonder, examining it*

*Fingon smiles at his son, though mildly wonders what sort of future “Fautuatar” sees for him* That’s an impressive gift, ion nín. Soon I will have to teach you how to use it well, and use it wisely. What do you say to Fautuatar?

*Ereinion strikes a pose with the spear and his lion, letting out a comedic hunting call* I AM EREINION THE MIGHTY HUNTER!!!!

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

*Fingon silently mouths to Fautuatar, “Thank you for blunting the spear—!”*

*Turns to Fingon, holding out a gift* For you, I have the finest set of golden hair ribbons weaved by Vairë herself, which never fall out unless at your command. You are the hair commander, after all.

*mouth drops open, stunned by the immaculate gold ribbons for his plaits as he fingers them in his hands* I— *clears throat* Heheh, thank you. I shall wear them proudly in my hair.

*joyfully smiles while watching everyone else receive their befitting gifts*

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