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"Lord Celebrimbor! They're done!" Arradil does not quite holler at the lord from across the street - she was raised with manners - but she does wave with some excitement. "Early-y-y!" she carols. // @arradil

@arradil

He went first to the window to see what the commotion was, and then to the door.

“Early?” Celebrimbor smiled. He had a soft spot for Arradil; he liked her enthusiasm, “Ah, wonderful. Show me!”

“Yes, there must be. When next we go to Khazad-Dum, we should ask,” Celebrimbor agreed, “Narvi will think that we have gone mad, asking about mushrooms rather than stones and gems!”

"Well, I don't usually ask about those," Arradil admitted, "but mushrooms are a change from plumbing too, I suppose!"

"Lord Celebrimbor! They're done!" Arradil does not quite holler at the lord from across the street - she was raised with manners - but she does wave with some excitement. "Early-y-y!" she carols. // @arradil

@arradil

He went first to the window to see what the commotion was, and then to the door.

“Early?” Celebrimbor smiled. He had a soft spot for Arradil; he liked her enthusiasm, “Ah, wonderful. Show me!”

“I’ve liked almost everything I’ve tried,” Arradil agreed, also sipping at her tea. “Did not like the dwarven version of lembas, though. It was very… dry.” Dwarven emergency rations were not known for their tastiness; Arradil was trying to be tactful.

“Narvi jokes that they have no taste buds,” Tyelpe laughed as he reached for another snack, “But I think this proves otherwise and they just don’t know how to make it properly!”

“Dvalin - that’s who I got it from, during the war, you know - Dvalin said dwarven field rations were something to take out, look at, and then realize you weren’t really that hungry anyway,” Arradil offered. “I’m almost sure he was joking.”

Celebrimbor laughed happily.

“Almost,” He grinned, “Their meat is very good, though I’ve never seen them have vegetables, as such,”

“I’ve had dwarven mushrooms a lot, and they were very good!” Arradil objected, then paused over a pork rind. “But do mushrooms count as a vegetable? I’m not sure they do…”

He frowned slightly.

“I’m not very knowledgeable in such things,” Celebrimbor admitted, “My Uncle Tyelko would have been the best one to ask. I suppose that they do grow in the ground,”

Arradil resolutely did not flinch at ‘Uncle Tyelko.’ People were allowed to have semi-mythical Kinslayers for family. She knew that. Obviously. She wouldn’t shame herself or embarrass Celebrimbor by flinching. “Don’t they also grow on logs and so forth? I mean, they don’t have… seeds and leaves and suchlike, like plants do… Maybe a farmer would know? Maybe I’ll ask!”

“Yes, I’m sure the dwarves must have farmers, even if they are unlike the ones we are used to,” Celebrimbor agreed thoughtfully, “You know, back when we were in Himlad, I never thought to ask about any of this,”

“It didn’t seem important in Gondolin, either,” Arradil said. “Well, not that there were dwarves to ask, but I could have asked somebody!” She crunched a pork rind for emphasis. “But there are dwarves here who must know,” she added, determined to bring things back to a lighter note.

"Lord Celebrimbor! They're done!" Arradil does not quite holler at the lord from across the street - she was raised with manners - but she does wave with some excitement. "Early-y-y!" she carols. // @arradil

@arradil

He went first to the window to see what the commotion was, and then to the door.

“Early?” Celebrimbor smiled. He had a soft spot for Arradil; he liked her enthusiasm, “Ah, wonderful. Show me!”

“I’ve liked almost everything I’ve tried,” Arradil agreed, also sipping at her tea. “Did not like the dwarven version of lembas, though. It was very… dry.” Dwarven emergency rations were not known for their tastiness; Arradil was trying to be tactful.

“Narvi jokes that they have no taste buds,” Tyelpe laughed as he reached for another snack, “But I think this proves otherwise and they just don’t know how to make it properly!”

“Dvalin - that’s who I got it from, during the war, you know - Dvalin said dwarven field rations were something to take out, look at, and then realize you weren’t really that hungry anyway,” Arradil offered. “I’m almost sure he was joking.”

Celebrimbor laughed happily.

“Almost,” He grinned, “Their meat is very good, though I’ve never seen them have vegetables, as such,”

“I’ve had dwarven mushrooms a lot, and they were very good!” Arradil objected, then paused over a pork rind. “But do mushrooms count as a vegetable? I’m not sure they do…”

He frowned slightly.

“I’m not very knowledgeable in such things,” Celebrimbor admitted, “My Uncle Tyelko would have been the best one to ask. I suppose that they do grow in the ground,”

Arradil resolutely did not flinch at 'Uncle Tyelko.' People were allowed to have semi-mythical Kinslayers for family. She knew that. Obviously. She wouldn't shame herself or embarrass Celebrimbor by flinching. "Don't they also grow on logs and so forth? I mean, they don't have... seeds and leaves and suchlike, like plants do... Maybe a farmer would know? Maybe I'll ask!"

#roleplay meme answers #yes I didn't reblog this meme but anyway #Anonymous #roleplay meme

Do they play an instrument?

Like many in the Fountain, Arradil can play the flute! She is about as good at it as she is the sword - so, not great, especially while she’s living in Gondolin.

Also like the sword, she gets progressively better at it after Gondolin falls; it becomes a way for her to feel closer to her memories of home. She will never make a great performer or soloist, though, and she refuses to play in front of most people.

"Lord Celebrimbor! They're done!" Arradil does not quite holler at the lord from across the street - she was raised with manners - but she does wave with some excitement. "Early-y-y!" she carols. // @arradil

@arradil

He went first to the window to see what the commotion was, and then to the door.

“Early?” Celebrimbor smiled. He had a soft spot for Arradil; he liked her enthusiasm, “Ah, wonderful. Show me!”

“I’ve liked almost everything I’ve tried,” Arradil agreed, also sipping at her tea. “Did not like the dwarven version of lembas, though. It was very… dry.” Dwarven emergency rations were not known for their tastiness; Arradil was trying to be tactful.

“Narvi jokes that they have no taste buds,” Tyelpe laughed as he reached for another snack, “But I think this proves otherwise and they just don’t know how to make it properly!”

“Dvalin - that’s who I got it from, during the war, you know - Dvalin said dwarven field rations were something to take out, look at, and then realize you weren’t really that hungry anyway,” Arradil offered. “I’m almost sure he was joking.”

Celebrimbor laughed happily.

“Almost,” He grinned, “Their meat is very good, though I’ve never seen them have vegetables, as such,”

#taminnmacar #the eternal question

“I’ve had dwarven mushrooms a lot, and they were very good!” Arradil objected, then paused over a pork rind. “But do mushrooms count as a vegetable? I’m not sure they do...”

"Lord Celebrimbor! They're done!" Arradil does not quite holler at the lord from across the street - she was raised with manners - but she does wave with some excitement. "Early-y-y!" she carols. // @arradil

@arradil

He went first to the window to see what the commotion was, and then to the door.

“Early?” Celebrimbor smiled. He had a soft spot for Arradil; he liked her enthusiasm, “Ah, wonderful. Show me!”

“I’ve liked almost everything I’ve tried,” Arradil agreed, also sipping at her tea. “Did not like the dwarven version of lembas, though. It was very… dry.” Dwarven emergency rations were not known for their tastiness; Arradil was trying to be tactful.

“Narvi jokes that they have no taste buds,” Tyelpe laughed as he reached for another snack, “But I think this proves otherwise and they just don’t know how to make it properly!”

#taminnmacar #yes that is a pratchett reference

"Dvalin - that's who I got it from, during the war, you know - Dvalin said dwarven field rations were something to take out, look at, and then realize you weren't really that hungry anyway," Arradil offered. "I'm almost sure he was joking."

"Lord Celebrimbor! They're done!" Arradil does not quite holler at the lord from across the street - she was raised with manners - but she does wave with some excitement. "Early-y-y!" she carols. // @arradil

@arradil

He went first to the window to see what the commotion was, and then to the door.

“Early?” Celebrimbor smiled. He had a soft spot for Arradil; he liked her enthusiasm, “Ah, wonderful. Show me!”

"I've liked almost everything I've tried," Arradil agreed, also sipping at her tea. "Did not like the dwarven version of lembas, though. It was very... dry." Dwarven emergency rations were not known for their tastiness; Arradil was trying to be tactful.

"Lord Celebrimbor! They're done!" Arradil does not quite holler at the lord from across the street - she was raised with manners - but she does wave with some excitement. "Early-y-y!" she carols. // @arradil

@arradil

He went first to the window to see what the commotion was, and then to the door.

“Early?” Celebrimbor smiled. He had a soft spot for Arradil; he liked her enthusiasm, “Ah, wonderful. Show me!”

He swallowed down the pork, grinning.

“It is!” Celebrimbor took a sip, “It’s so… fruity! They use crystals to bring light in from the mountains and grow food. It’s ingenious!”

“Really! Those must be very special crystals, not to lose the light quality,” Arradil mused, before raising a pork crisp to her lips. “Brace yourself!” she added, and bit into it with a loud crunch.

“Yes, they use mirrors too,” Tyelpe replied before giggling again at the crunch. He broke off, coughing, and then had some tea to soothe his lungs. He had a grin on his face, though.

“My turn!”

Arradil gave him a mildly concerned look at the cough - it was hard not to - but everyone knew about the lord’s old injury, so she didn’t make a fuss over it. “These are so good!” she said instead. “How did you find out about them? Was it Master Narvi?”

He bit into another piece, nodding at the same time.

“He showed me these,” Tyelpe was giggling at the crunch again, unable to help himself, “It’s so funny!”

"Please thank him for me!" Arradil said, clinging to good manners with her fingernails. "I don't think they'd be so funny if they weren't so good, too!" She had a sip of tea as she considered the idea.

"Lord Celebrimbor! They're done!" Arradil does not quite holler at the lord from across the street - she was raised with manners - but she does wave with some excitement. "Early-y-y!" she carols. // @arradil

@arradil

He went first to the window to see what the commotion was, and then to the door.

“Early?” Celebrimbor smiled. He had a soft spot for Arradil; he liked her enthusiasm, “Ah, wonderful. Show me!”

He swallowed down the pork, grinning.

“It is!” Celebrimbor took a sip, “It’s so… fruity! They use crystals to bring light in from the mountains and grow food. It’s ingenious!”

“Really! Those must be very special crystals, not to lose the light quality,” Arradil mused, before raising a pork crisp to her lips. “Brace yourself!” she added, and bit into it with a loud crunch.

“Yes, they use mirrors too,” Tyelpe replied before giggling again at the crunch. He broke off, coughing, and then had some tea to soothe his lungs. He had a grin on his face, though.

“My turn!”

Arradil gave him a mildly concerned look at the cough - it was hard not to - but everyone knew about the lord's old injury, so she didn't make a fuss over it. "These are so good!" she said instead. "How did you find out about them? Was it Master Narvi?"

"Lord Celebrimbor! They're done!" Arradil does not quite holler at the lord from across the street - she was raised with manners - but she does wave with some excitement. "Early-y-y!" she carols. // @arradil

@arradil

He went first to the window to see what the commotion was, and then to the door.

“Early?” Celebrimbor smiled. He had a soft spot for Arradil; he liked her enthusiasm, “Ah, wonderful. Show me!”

He swallowed down the pork, grinning.

“It is!” Celebrimbor took a sip, “It’s so… fruity! They use crystals to bring light in from the mountains and grow food. It’s ingenious!”

"Really! Those must be very special crystals, not to lose the light quality," Arradil mused, before raising a pork crisp to her lips. "Brace yourself!" she added, and bit into it with a loud crunch.

"Lord Celebrimbor! They're done!" Arradil does not quite holler at the lord from across the street - she was raised with manners - but she does wave with some excitement. "Early-y-y!" she carols. // @arradil

@arradil

He went first to the window to see what the commotion was, and then to the door.

“Early?” Celebrimbor smiled. He had a soft spot for Arradil; he liked her enthusiasm, “Ah, wonderful. Show me!”

It was a good thing his back was turned so that he wouldn’t see Arradil blush. Of course she’d been called diligent before - obsessive, even, frankly - but - well, a woman could blush if she was complimented, couldn’t she?

“Oh, um, you did offer tea, didn’t you… If you would be so kind, I would love some tea,” she said awkwardly, trying to shoehorn in her manners, even though the time for that had clearly passed. “Master Narvi is sure to have good taste!”

“Of course,” He smiled at her, “He does, though he tells me that other Dwarves don’t think so, which tells him all he needs to know about elves!” Celebrimbor laughed merrily and loudly as he placed the teapot over the fire.

Arradil giggled as well, mostly out of relief that her social miss-step had gone unremarked. She did her best, she really did, but this sort of thing always seemed to happen to her. “Oh no! Judged by tea! I wonder what that would say about Men? Oh, but they have so many kinds…”

“They do not talk about Men much,” He went to find two mugs, “They perceive their craftsmanship as inferior, from what I can tell. One man does not have the time to improve his craft the way a dwarf or elf does,”

“Well, that’s, um,” Arradil tried to be diplomatic. “They’re not really wrong? But the Men can’t help that, and they’re very innovative, I think! Men, I mean.”

“They are,” He nodded, “To some extent,” He finished off with the tea and brought it over to the tray, “Would you like something to eat as well? The Dwarves have this… It’s pork, but very, very crunchy. Imagine lembas, but less filling, but tastier, and also louder,”

“I never turn down tasty things,” Arradil assured him. “Thank you for the tea! I can’t wait to try it.”

Tyelpe went to get the snack and put it on the tray before carrying it over. He was a good host, even back in Gondolin. He put it down on the table and bit into one of the pork bits with an audible crack. The sound made him giggle childishly.

Arradil, meanwhile, was trying the tea, eyes closed to savor it, until the crunching sound made her open her eyes and stifle a giggle of her own. "You weren't wrong about their being crunchy! Oh, but this tea is excellent, too!"

"Lord Celebrimbor! They're done!" Arradil does not quite holler at the lord from across the street - she was raised with manners - but she does wave with some excitement. "Early-y-y!" she carols. // @arradil

@arradil

He went first to the window to see what the commotion was, and then to the door.

“Early?” Celebrimbor smiled. He had a soft spot for Arradil; he liked her enthusiasm, “Ah, wonderful. Show me!”

It was a good thing his back was turned so that he wouldn’t see Arradil blush. Of course she’d been called diligent before - obsessive, even, frankly - but - well, a woman could blush if she was complimented, couldn’t she?

“Oh, um, you did offer tea, didn’t you… If you would be so kind, I would love some tea,” she said awkwardly, trying to shoehorn in her manners, even though the time for that had clearly passed. “Master Narvi is sure to have good taste!”

“Of course,” He smiled at her, “He does, though he tells me that other Dwarves don’t think so, which tells him all he needs to know about elves!” Celebrimbor laughed merrily and loudly as he placed the teapot over the fire.

Arradil giggled as well, mostly out of relief that her social miss-step had gone unremarked. She did her best, she really did, but this sort of thing always seemed to happen to her. “Oh no! Judged by tea! I wonder what that would say about Men? Oh, but they have so many kinds…”

“They do not talk about Men much,” He went to find two mugs, “They perceive their craftsmanship as inferior, from what I can tell. One man does not have the time to improve his craft the way a dwarf or elf does,”

“Well, that’s, um,” Arradil tried to be diplomatic. “They’re not really wrong? But the Men can’t help that, and they’re very innovative, I think! Men, I mean.”

“They are,” He nodded, “To some extent,” He finished off with the tea and brought it over to the tray, “Would you like something to eat as well? The Dwarves have this… It’s pork, but very, very crunchy. Imagine lembas, but less filling, but tastier, and also louder,”

"I never turn down tasty things," Arradil assured him. "Thank you for the tea! I can't wait to try it."

"Lord Celebrimbor! They're done!" Arradil does not quite holler at the lord from across the street - she was raised with manners - but she does wave with some excitement. "Early-y-y!" she carols. // @arradil

@arradil

He went first to the window to see what the commotion was, and then to the door.

“Early?” Celebrimbor smiled. He had a soft spot for Arradil; he liked her enthusiasm, “Ah, wonderful. Show me!”

It was a good thing his back was turned so that he wouldn’t see Arradil blush. Of course she’d been called diligent before - obsessive, even, frankly - but - well, a woman could blush if she was complimented, couldn’t she?

“Oh, um, you did offer tea, didn’t you… If you would be so kind, I would love some tea,” she said awkwardly, trying to shoehorn in her manners, even though the time for that had clearly passed. “Master Narvi is sure to have good taste!”

“Of course,” He smiled at her, “He does, though he tells me that other Dwarves don’t think so, which tells him all he needs to know about elves!” Celebrimbor laughed merrily and loudly as he placed the teapot over the fire.

Arradil giggled as well, mostly out of relief that her social miss-step had gone unremarked. She did her best, she really did, but this sort of thing always seemed to happen to her. “Oh no! Judged by tea! I wonder what that would say about Men? Oh, but they have so many kinds…”

“They do not talk about Men much,” He went to find two mugs, “They perceive their craftsmanship as inferior, from what I can tell. One man does not have the time to improve his craft the way a dwarf or elf does,”

"Well, that's, um," Arradil tried to be diplomatic. "They're not really wrong? But the Men can't help that, and they're very innovative, I think! Men, I mean."

"Lord Celebrimbor! They're done!" Arradil does not quite holler at the lord from across the street - she was raised with manners - but she does wave with some excitement. "Early-y-y!" she carols. // @arradil

@arradil

He went first to the window to see what the commotion was, and then to the door.

“Early?” Celebrimbor smiled. He had a soft spot for Arradil; he liked her enthusiasm, “Ah, wonderful. Show me!”

It was a good thing his back was turned so that he wouldn’t see Arradil blush. Of course she’d been called diligent before - obsessive, even, frankly - but - well, a woman could blush if she was complimented, couldn’t she?

“Oh, um, you did offer tea, didn’t you… If you would be so kind, I would love some tea,” she said awkwardly, trying to shoehorn in her manners, even though the time for that had clearly passed. “Master Narvi is sure to have good taste!”

“Of course,” He smiled at her, “He does, though he tells me that other Dwarves don’t think so, which tells him all he needs to know about elves!” Celebrimbor laughed merrily and loudly as he placed the teapot over the fire.

Arradil giggled as well, mostly out of relief that her social miss-step had gone unremarked. She did her best, she really did, but this sort of thing always seemed to happen to her. “Oh no! Judged by tea! I wonder what that would say about Men? Oh, but they have so many kinds...”

"Lord Celebrimbor! They're done!" Arradil does not quite holler at the lord from across the street - she was raised with manners - but she does wave with some excitement. "Early-y-y!" she carols. // @arradil

@arradil

He went first to the window to see what the commotion was, and then to the door.

"Early?" Celebrimbor smiled. He had a soft spot for Arradil; he liked her enthusiasm, "Ah, wonderful. Show me!"

#taminnmacar #feel free to ignore this knowledge of Arradil's teensy crush #I do it mostly to torment her

It was a good thing his back was turned so that he wouldn't see Arradil blush. Of course she'd been called diligent before - obsessive, even, frankly - but - well, a woman could blush if she was complimented, couldn't she?

"Oh, um, you did offer tea, didn't you... If you would be so kind, I would love some tea,” she said awkwardly, trying to shoehorn in her manners, even though the time for that had clearly passed. “Master Narvi is sure to have good taste!”

"Lord Celebrimbor! They're done!" Arradil does not quite holler at the lord from across the street - she was raised with manners - but she does wave with some excitement. "Early-y-y!" she carols. // @arradil

@arradil

He went first to the window to see what the commotion was, and then to the door.

"Early?" Celebrimbor smiled. He had a soft spot for Arradil; he liked her enthusiasm, "Ah, wonderful. Show me!"

Well, all right, maybe she hollered a little bit. But it was too exciting! Arradil practically bounced across the street, a sheaf of papers in hand. "The study of most efficient valve types for various purposes is here! Filter composition analysis is done, and layout variations are in progress! Lord Celebrimbor, working with the dwarves is so exciting, this is wonderful! I want to do it all day!"

He laughed happily, understanding the thrill which came with learning.

“Shall I make you my official ambassador to them?” He teased her gently, moving so that she could come in, “You’d have to dress up nicely all day and make small talk,” Still, he tried to get a look at the paperwork.

Arradil squeaked in mock horror, even as she offered him the papers quite willingly. "That doesn't sound like fun at all! That sounds like actual work!" Her definition of work and play may be slightly abnormal.

Celebrimbor went over to the window again, laughing happily as he looked through the papers. Work indeed; he left all the diplomacy to other people if he could.

“Oh, a valve powered by hydraulics! How wonderful!” His slightly childish spirit was starting to show, “It would make turning them much easier. Have you been able to develop a varnish that would not make the parts rust?”

Arradil followed him to the window, wilting a bit at the question. "Er, well, not so much. Not, um, not at all, really. The dwarves suggested maybe an alloy? But that's not really something I know much about, so I just appended their remarks. They're on page... fifteen? Seventeen? Somewhere. They're there!"

“I suppose a mithril alloy, certainly, would stop the rust,” Celebrimbor mused thoughtfully, “But it would be a waste,” He flicked through the pages, “I would suggest a varnish of tree sap and animal fat- it is smooth, and it will stop the pipes from getting too hot as well. It is also sticky enough not to be washed away in the water,”

"Oh, no, not mithril! Imagine, ithildin pipes!" Arradil couldn't help but giggle, even as she pulled out a notebook. "No no no. But fat and tree sap, that sounds plausible... we'll have to do tests for durability and reapplication... of course that's not really a drawback..." She hummed a little as she scribbled.

“Let me know how it goes,” Celebrimbor grinned, moving some silver hair back from his face, “I’m sure you can speak to the cooks about acquiring animal fat, and the tree sap... you will need to research what trees around here give the best sort of sap suitable,”

"Oh, and maybe which won't attract bugs; that would be awful," Arradil agreed, making a note. "I'll keep you updated! I'm so glad I get to keep the notes. Everyone will be so pleased."

“Oh, yes, good point,” Celebrimbor nodded in agreement, “We don’t want the pipes getting filled by dead bugs. That wouldn’t be good,” He handed the papers back to her, “Don’t lose them, then! Would you like some tea since you’re here? I made some for Narvi and he loved it,”

"Oh, oh no, the notes are for you!" Arradil protested, pushing them back towards him. "I made a copy. I promise I wouldn't tease you by showing you notes you couldn't have!" The offer of tea has gone right past her in the urgency to let Celebrimbor know that the copy really did belong to him.