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gondolindrim2013-01-26 04:29 pm
second_time_around) wrote in gondolindrim2013-01-26 04:29 pm
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Something is going on in this city. I'm not sure what, but I think perhaps Turukáno will be grateful for my gift of weaponry. I will have to ask Theoden what he knows.
Fëanor: *tidying things up in his workshop*
Arakano: *has been looking for a sword, but hasn't found any he really likes, so now he is standing in front of Fëanaro's house, knocking at the door*
Fëanor: *comes out of the workshop and sees someone standing on his doorstep; calls out* Hello?
Arakano: *hopes it was a good idea to come* Uncle Fëanaro?
Fëanor: *surprised by his visit* Arakano, welcome.
Arakano: *eyes him warily and decides it's safe to come in* Er... Thank you, Uncle. Are you busy?
Fëanor: No, no. I was just finishing up my work for the day. What can I do for you?
Arakano: I need a sword, and I was hoping to buy one, but they have nothing like yours. *remembers when Moryo showed him his sword*
Fëanor: *nods* I have seen the weaponry in this city. It is well enough, I suppose, but... *is a total snob*
Arakano: *nods, his Uncle is the same he remembered, though perhaps less scary than before* Yours are better. I was wondering if you could make one for me... *will pay for it, of course*
Fëanor: I could, if you would like. I also have several, if you would like to see if any suit? *walks over and opens the doors of the weapons rack, which is full of swords and some knives of various lengths, all excellently crafted, many with jewels set in their hilts and sheathes*
Arakano: *eyes wide when he sees so many swords and knives* You could make an army with these... *stops, panics a bit* I didn't mean to say you are planning anything, Uncle.
Fëanor: No, that's fine. I am planning something.... *considers what to say* I would like to offer these to your brother as a gift, for his guards.
Arakano: *nods slowly* I see... Can I try those? I believe they would be adequate for me.
Fëanor: *nods* Certainly. See what you would like.
Arakano: *tries three of them, checking for length and for balance* I think this one is perfect. I would like that knife too. Mine is not good enough.
Fëanor: *hands him the knife* This one?
Arakano: Yes, this one. *tries the blade on his thumb* I cut myself with the old one... I bought it at a small shop near the House of Satari.
Fëanor: Do you need protection, nephew? I thought Turukáno's city was a safe one.
Arakano: Ah... It is safe, I suppose. I got in trouble, but I am being careful now. It was my fault possibly.
Fëanor: It is good to be cautious, but how was it your fault?
Arakano: I was working in the House of Satari, serving the drinks there. An Elf got the wrong idea and followed me... He tried to take me with him at knife point, but... I wonder why he chose me and not any of the other people there?
Fëanor: *arches his eyebrow* How, indeed. I have not visited the House of Satari, but from what I understand, that is not the nature of the house workers, nor their clientele. Perhaps this Elf was just an aberration?
Arakano: *looks away* Perhaps, and I was not working as a companion. I... *not about to tell Fëanaro he is still a virgin*
Fëanor: *oh heavens would NOT want to know that* No, I wouldn't imagine so. Are you still working there?
Arakano: No. I quit. I am taking lessons in the house of arts *not the official name, probably* and I am working as teacher to the young ones. I used to paint when I was in Tirion.
Fëanor: *nods* Oh, yes, I remember that. *may not have been a doting uncle, but was observant* That sounds like a good fit, in that case.
Arakano: *feels good* Yes, it's a better job and I keep busy. I am living with Findaráto. I just want to be able to defend myself. Something strange is going on in the city.
Fëanor: *nods; has observed this in his daily walks around the city* I fear you are right, Arakano. There is something strange going on - aside from the fact that we have all been pulled here - although I don't know what it is yet. You are right to be wary and want a good defense.
Arakano: I will train with Findekáno. Maybe history will be different now that we are here.
Fëanor: Yes, that's what I'm hoping for.
Arakano: So... I'm not sure of the price... This is superior work...
Fëanor: *shakes his head* No need for that, nephew. Take it, as a gift.
Arakano: *nods, smiles a bit, hopes his father doesn't show up and be angry with him* Thank you, Uncle. If you ever need something of me, just ask.
Fëanor: *rather hopes his brother does appear, because he feels there is something missing without him, although will not admit that* You're welcome. And I will, if I do need something. *files that away for future reference, for there may come a time*
Arakano: I will leave you now, Uncle. I have to take a class.
Fëanor: Good luck with your class. Good bye!
Arakano: Good-bye, Uncle!
It's good that people accept my swords as gifts. Very good.
Fëanor: *tidying things up in his workshop*
Arakano: *has been looking for a sword, but hasn't found any he really likes, so now he is standing in front of Fëanaro's house, knocking at the door*
Fëanor: *comes out of the workshop and sees someone standing on his doorstep; calls out* Hello?
Arakano: *hopes it was a good idea to come* Uncle Fëanaro?
Fëanor: *surprised by his visit* Arakano, welcome.
Arakano: *eyes him warily and decides it's safe to come in* Er... Thank you, Uncle. Are you busy?
Fëanor: No, no. I was just finishing up my work for the day. What can I do for you?
Arakano: I need a sword, and I was hoping to buy one, but they have nothing like yours. *remembers when Moryo showed him his sword*
Fëanor: *nods* I have seen the weaponry in this city. It is well enough, I suppose, but... *is a total snob*
Arakano: *nods, his Uncle is the same he remembered, though perhaps less scary than before* Yours are better. I was wondering if you could make one for me... *will pay for it, of course*
Fëanor: I could, if you would like. I also have several, if you would like to see if any suit? *walks over and opens the doors of the weapons rack, which is full of swords and some knives of various lengths, all excellently crafted, many with jewels set in their hilts and sheathes*
Arakano: *eyes wide when he sees so many swords and knives* You could make an army with these... *stops, panics a bit* I didn't mean to say you are planning anything, Uncle.
Fëanor: No, that's fine. I am planning something.... *considers what to say* I would like to offer these to your brother as a gift, for his guards.
Arakano: *nods slowly* I see... Can I try those? I believe they would be adequate for me.
Fëanor: *nods* Certainly. See what you would like.
Arakano: *tries three of them, checking for length and for balance* I think this one is perfect. I would like that knife too. Mine is not good enough.
Fëanor: *hands him the knife* This one?
Arakano: Yes, this one. *tries the blade on his thumb* I cut myself with the old one... I bought it at a small shop near the House of Satari.
Fëanor: Do you need protection, nephew? I thought Turukáno's city was a safe one.
Arakano: Ah... It is safe, I suppose. I got in trouble, but I am being careful now. It was my fault possibly.
Fëanor: It is good to be cautious, but how was it your fault?
Arakano: I was working in the House of Satari, serving the drinks there. An Elf got the wrong idea and followed me... He tried to take me with him at knife point, but... I wonder why he chose me and not any of the other people there?
Fëanor: *arches his eyebrow* How, indeed. I have not visited the House of Satari, but from what I understand, that is not the nature of the house workers, nor their clientele. Perhaps this Elf was just an aberration?
Arakano: *looks away* Perhaps, and I was not working as a companion. I... *not about to tell Fëanaro he is still a virgin*
Fëanor: *oh heavens would NOT want to know that* No, I wouldn't imagine so. Are you still working there?
Arakano: No. I quit. I am taking lessons in the house of arts *not the official name, probably* and I am working as teacher to the young ones. I used to paint when I was in Tirion.
Fëanor: *nods* Oh, yes, I remember that. *may not have been a doting uncle, but was observant* That sounds like a good fit, in that case.
Arakano: *feels good* Yes, it's a better job and I keep busy. I am living with Findaráto. I just want to be able to defend myself. Something strange is going on in the city.
Fëanor: *nods; has observed this in his daily walks around the city* I fear you are right, Arakano. There is something strange going on - aside from the fact that we have all been pulled here - although I don't know what it is yet. You are right to be wary and want a good defense.
Arakano: I will train with Findekáno. Maybe history will be different now that we are here.
Fëanor: Yes, that's what I'm hoping for.
Arakano: So... I'm not sure of the price... This is superior work...
Fëanor: *shakes his head* No need for that, nephew. Take it, as a gift.
Arakano: *nods, smiles a bit, hopes his father doesn't show up and be angry with him* Thank you, Uncle. If you ever need something of me, just ask.
Fëanor: *rather hopes his brother does appear, because he feels there is something missing without him, although will not admit that* You're welcome. And I will, if I do need something. *files that away for future reference, for there may come a time*
Arakano: I will leave you now, Uncle. I have to take a class.
Fëanor: Good luck with your class. Good bye!
Arakano: Good-bye, Uncle!
It's good that people accept my swords as gifts. Very good.