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[valiantfire]

Who: Fingon
Broadcast: Accidental fleetwide.
Action: S. S. Huntress
When: Early 9/18

{It's useful to be an Elf who didn't need much rest. And even when Fingon does rest, it's never easily thanks to memories that he's yet to address. So he sews. His grandfather spoils him and gave him enough cloth for a couple robes, and that's precisely what he's working on. Spread out around him in his small bunk are various bits of ribbon, thread, and lots of cloth, all of which are coming together under his skilled fingers.

The Elf has a light on, of course, but even with it his own natural faint glow is there if one looks. Black hair is braided back, and he's humming quietly as the needle darts in and out of the vibrant blue cloth in his lap. He doesn't want to disturb his mortal crewmates, after all! That would be rude. The song is an old one, for those who know Arda and its music, of brighter, more innocent days.

It's impossible to not realize he has no idea he's being observed.}

Comments

[leftonjakku]

A...great...Eagle? How big? That must have been - [She looks like an overexcited child, totally mesmerized by the idea of a gigantic bird.] - amazing.

Yeah, I just don't go there. [That's the best method!]

Great! I don't think it would be safe to go alone. I know my friends will love to meet you.

[valiantfire]

{There's a bright light in Fingon's eyes, he loves talking about the great eagles!}

Lord Thorondor is a good number of fathoms, if I would have to guess! {What are human means of measurement?} He is gentle of heart and fierce of mind. Truly a mighty and fine friend.

{He grins happily.} I would gladly meet your friends. Visiting places is always more fun with others than alone.

[leftonjakku]

Wow! [Rey knows that measurement, at least, and she laughs in pure wonder.] What color are his feathers? Does he ever drop them?

[She would love such a big feather, but who wouldn't?]

You would like Finn and Poe. They are so kind. I'm lucky to know them.

[valiantfire]

Mostly a beautiful dark brown, though around his eyes they seem almost gold. I believe he molts, but have not seen it myself.

{Fingon would too. He'd make a necklace and keep the feather with him always.}

I am sure I will! Friends are very good to have, and I am glad they are here. Just as I am sure they are lucky to know you.

[leftonjakku]

Did you pet him? [She so would. Lord Thorondor would have all his itchy spots scratched!

Once she finishes her stew, she sets the bowl aside, makes sure her hands are clean and then looks closer at the fabric for the robes.]

This is really beautiful. Are you making - [No, that can't be.] Is this one made for someone...very tall?

[valiantfire]

He let me, yes. {As a greeting, and thanks for his help. Fingon had made sure to get as many of Thorondor's itchy spots as he could!

He finishes his bowl just after her and nods.}

For my cousin Maedhros. He is one of the tallest Elves on Arda and a very dear friend to me.

[leftonjakku]

He sounds nearly perfect. [Thorondor is such a sweetheart and a gentleman!] Like something out of a dream.

[She blinks as she stretches out the fabric to the full length of the robe.]

He must be...over seven feet? How does he fit in the ship? I hope his head isn't sore.

[valiantfire]

He is both. {Fingon adores Thorondor, can she tell?

He chuckles.} With much care. He has to be careful when he goes through doorways.

[leftonjakku]

I think I know why he let you ride him. [Even big Eagles must love compliments.]

I know of some alien races that are nearly that tall, but you are...human? [Not quite and she clearly doesn't believe what she said.]

[valiantfire]

{SPARKLE}

Oh! No, my kind are not Men, though they exist on Arda. {Fingon gestures to his pointed ears.} If you speak with someone from Arda and they have ears like mine and fair of face, you are likely speaking with one of the Eldar. Men call us Elves.

[leftonjakku]

Elves? [Is it polite to ask? Should she know?] What makes you different from Men?

[valiantfire]

Men have the Gift of Death. The Eldar will live until the End unless killed or Fade from grief, though we will be reborn in time. And we tend to be stronger, faster, and have heightened senses than those of Men.

[leftonjakku]

[Immortal? Or...basically immortal? Rey is understandably shocked.]

Am I...bothering you? [Someone this important surely has other things on their mind.] I've never met someone like you before.

[valiantfire]

{Fingon blinks, startled then smiles warmly and shakes his head.}

Not at all. I quite like your company! You have a strong spirit and a very kind heart.

[leftonjakku]

[He has a way of putting her fears to rest with one sentence. She returns his smile shyly.]

I like your company too. When you talked about your family, I knew I needed to meet you.

[valiantfire]

{Practice!}

I hope you can meet my family sometime! I am sure they will like you.

[leftonjakku]

I would like to meet them. [The Elves are "fair of face" indeed and their personalities - judging by Fingon - are fair too!] I'll return the favor if... I ever find out about my family.

[valiantfire]

{Fingon smiles.} I will happily greet them.

Most of my family is here on the Huntress. Only Finrod is on another ship.

[leftonjakku]

Finn and Poe are the closest I have. Oh and BB-8.

[Fingon would love the little droid.]

What does Finrod look like?

[valiantfire]

BB-8? That is an unusual name.

Finrod has blond hair as I mentioned - Oh! Family calls him Ingoldo, but he probably introduces himself as Finrod. {Long, longlong storydon'task.} He's certainly fair of face and spirit!

[leftonjakku]

It's the name of his type of Droid. There are many others.

[Such strange names!] You have a...confusing...language. I like the way it sounds, though.

[valiantfire]

{Droid? Another machine, as the augment whispers in the back of Fingon's mind.} I hope to meet him!

{He smiles.} They are two languages. Mostly we go by translations of one of our childhood names.

[leftonjakku]

You will love him. [She had been charmed by him despite her attempts to push him away.]

Is it because you live for so long? I'm lucky to have one name.