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sees his father looking back at him with his eyebrows raised* *turns back to face Fautuatar* Oh, and thank you!
You are both very welcome!Heheh, thank you
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 approaches Fautuatar and stares at him doefully with his large brown eyes, giving a soft whine as if to say, “What about Huan?
*Curufin says nothing but his eyes have gone all shiny**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.
*he walks off and has to lean on the table, having burst into uncontrollable wheezing*set of golden hair ribbons weaved by Vairë herself, which never fall out unless at your command. You are the hair commander, after all.
*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.
*Fëanor blinks in shock that the Valar would have done something favorable for him after their bitter opposition*
*His eyes are as wide as saucers and he can only nod dumbly in thanks.*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.
*She smiles looking up at him and bows in thanks,all the while planning her next trip to Amazon jungles with Tyelko**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.
*Takes them and starts jumping up and down, looking for someone to share in an adventure*
*Huan smiles in his doggish way, wagging his tail happily to say, “This is acceptable for Huan. Huan shall wait for his old friend.”*
*Huan joins Tyelko in his jumping, putting his forepaws on Tyelko’s shoulders**Takes them and starts jumping up and down, looking for someone to share in an adventure*
*Fingon watches Curvo’s reaction with a grin, entertained by this* What’s wrong, cousin? You know that’s my actual name, right?*he walks off and has to lean on the table, having burst into uncontrollable wheezing*
Your sword looks strikingly similar to Atar’s, Uncle! Ringil glitters beautifully like that too.*turns the blade over, watching it sparkle as it catches the light*
*wipes eye, grins weakly**Fingon watches Curvo’s reaction with a grin, entertained by this* What’s wrong, cousin? You know that’s my actual name, right?
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.*Gathers his courage and runs up to Curufin, holding out his new gift to show it to him.*
*smiles innocently*
Um, yeah and we have good reason for it.Why, I am who I am...Írelilta is my name. Why, you Feanorians are ever so suspicious! *chuckles softly*
*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*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*
*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?Um, yeah and we have good reason for it.
You changed often enough before, so this doesn’t surprise me. Nice color combination, though.*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*
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.*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?
*smiles* Aww, thank you! But you haven't realised? *raises an eyebrow*You changed often enough before, so this doesn’t surprise me. Nice color combination, though.
*sighs and mutters under my breath* Ainu...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.
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.*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?
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.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.
Same one who tortured me, alongside his boss. We're not all that fond of them.And, who is this Maia that you speak of? You seem to be rather contemptuous of him....
*Curufin looks at Írelilta with curiosity*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.
Sauron, the abhorred. Former servant of Aulë, used to go by Mairon, I believe.And, who is this Maia that you speak of? You seem to be rather contemptuous of him....
Oh, right....well....Same one who tortured me, alongside his boss. We're not all that fond of them.
Would you truly desire to know more? For I fear if I tell you, you will drive me away.*Curufin looks at Írelilta with curiosity*
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