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driftfleet2016-08-08 12:43 pm
valiantfire) wrote in driftfleet2016-08-08 12:43 pm
OPEN
Who: Fingon
Broadcast: Fleetwide, accidental.
Action: SS Paisley
When: Morning on August 8th.
Fingon was still tired and moved somewhat slower, with more care, than his usual enthusiasm. He'd found a few scars for the trouble of dying, but otherwise had nothing to complain about. A day was all he was given to rest before he found himself on a new ship and a cake pushed into his hands in celebration.
Congratulations, you're a cook!
The assignment cheered the Elf. No leadership duties. He wouldn't be the one people looked to for orders here, outside the kitchen if at all. All he had to worry about was feeding everyone else on the ship. The first thing he'd done after being shown to his new room was to change out of his armor and into ship's clothing, though he kept the blue cloak and had it wrapped around him. He gave himself one more day to rest, holing himself up in his room.
Then it was off to acquaint himself with the kitchen! He hoped to bake for his crewmates. Barring that, he would do his absolute best to improve the taste of what food was offered. When he found his way to the kitchen, however, he stopped still, eyes growing wide in dismay.
"This cannot be all there is!"
Whether it was or not, Fingon took a deep breath before diving in, familiarizing himself with what the ship offered. It was slow going, and he burned himself more than once, but he stubbornly kept at it until he had a stew going on the stove and a tray of chocolate cookies baking in the oven.
Broadcast: Fleetwide, accidental.
Action: SS Paisley
When: Morning on August 8th.
Fingon was still tired and moved somewhat slower, with more care, than his usual enthusiasm. He'd found a few scars for the trouble of dying, but otherwise had nothing to complain about. A day was all he was given to rest before he found himself on a new ship and a cake pushed into his hands in celebration.
The assignment cheered the Elf. No leadership duties. He wouldn't be the one people looked to for orders here, outside the kitchen if at all. All he had to worry about was feeding everyone else on the ship. The first thing he'd done after being shown to his new room was to change out of his armor and into ship's clothing, though he kept the blue cloak and had it wrapped around him. He gave himself one more day to rest, holing himself up in his room.
Then it was off to acquaint himself with the kitchen! He hoped to bake for his crewmates. Barring that, he would do his absolute best to improve the taste of what food was offered. When he found his way to the kitchen, however, he stopped still, eyes growing wide in dismay.
"This cannot be all there is!"
Whether it was or not, Fingon took a deep breath before diving in, familiarizing himself with what the ship offered. It was slow going, and he burned himself more than once, but he stubbornly kept at it until he had a stew going on the stove and a tray of chocolate cookies baking in the oven.
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{Fingon's wounds had been healed almost to the point where he'd have doubted he'd been mortally wounded, if not for the scars and intense fatigue.}
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Besides, who could be mean to you?
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He laughs, beaming up at him.}
I try to make it hard for them to be angry.
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You are strong but it's my duty and pleasure as your grandfather to protect you.
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You have always been strong. {It wasn't Finwë's fault Morgoth was stronger.}
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If you think so, it must be so.
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