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Is anyone in Hadriel familiar with the bowyer's art?

I did not have my bow with me when I've passed through the Door, and I've spent the past few days on the hunt for a replacement. There are a few in the Armory which may suffice, but if we shall see battle I'd prefer one suited for my hand.

I can make it myself given the right tools and components, so I was simply wondering whether there was a way to obtain them. I would need certain types of wood, and animal horn and sinew would be preferable if I could lay hands on them. I'd even take some from the monsters of the caves, if any would be suitable for the task.

[Private, to the Feanorians]

On a related subject, I was hoping to get an expert opinion on salvaging my armor. I suppose the helm's a loss, but I think the rest of it can be repaired.

Are any of you free to take a look?

[Private, to Maedhros]

Would you accompany me out if a lead looks promising? Or if not, in truth, I'm going mad from inaction.

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Of course. I will head your way now. I had to make repairs on mine when I came, but Celebrimbor has a good forge, so repairing yours should not be difficult. And we can make a replacement helm, if you wish?

{Maedhros smiles, wry and fond.} We cannot have you grow so bored! And some exercise is far from a poor idea.

I can scarcely imagine Celebrimbor and Curufin without the best tools they could find. And a replacement would be welcome. [He gives Maedhros a dry smile] All those years of Atar chiding me for having a hard head, and it turns out not to have been nearly hard enough.

I will be happy if I never spend another moment on bedrest in the lifetime of Arda. How do Men stand it when they fall ill?

It is true! What they did not have before, they have since made.

{A sad little smile.} I doubt anything could have withstood what you faced, Finno.

We will have to see to you not needing to! {Maedhros will happily see to it personally.}

How possessive is Curvo feeling toward them? [There's a slightly amused glint in Fingon's eye at the thought.] I would hate to stand between a craftsman and his tools, even for a moment.

Ah, Russandol! If only feelings could be banished by such sterling good sense!

I do like the sound of that proposal. Is there anywhere in particular of interest?

He may lend you their use, though I ask you not be too surprised if he prefers to wield them for you instead.

If they could, we might all be better off than we are.

{Maedhros shrugs.} There are some hot springs you might enjoy. And there are a few shops to visit.

Well, I suppose I should leave the metalwork to the experts. Curufin's work is like to prove superior to mine, to say the least.

Still, we shall have to manage. We muddle along well enough together, don't we?

[Fingon looks interested.] I hadn't checked the shops yet; I'd been busy with the armory. Is there anything you'd prefer at the moment?

Curvo and his son's skills are a marvel to see. {There's ready pride in Maedhros' voice and a fond smile curves his lips.} But I also enjoy seeing what you make.

We do. We work well together.

{A faint grin.} I have not gone into the shops lately, only checked to ensure the safety of people.

If all goes well, you'll have your chance soon enough. [He pauses.] Maybe with more things than the bow, to be honest.

[Another long pause.] Nearly everything I own must be in orc hands by now, if I didn't bring it here...though that's a stupid and selfish thing to think about, isn't it? After everything?

And we always shall.

[Fingon's answering smile is bright and encouraging.] Ever vigilant, as I would have thought...but come, Maitimo. Let's see more of these shops, without worrying over their inhabitants unless it becomes necessary.

I look forward to it! {Maedhros nods, understanding.} Why not?

{A pause himself.} Not everything. Kano and I took what we could with us. I expect Kano still has some of it. {If Maglor still lives.}

Gladly! I will not be long.

I would welcome having something to do with my hands. [He smiles easily at Maedhros.] I may not have my talented cousins' flair for craft, but I would be a poor Noldo if I did not enjoy the work.

...Well, that's something. [He winces at the thought of poor Maglor But so much lost...all that my father and our people sought to build. I thought before this....[Fingon trails off, then shakes his head abruptly.] Well, it can't be changed now.

Then I will see you soon, Russandol.

[Henry sits at his desk in the Guard HQ. His gorget and the very tops of his breastplate and pauldrons are about all the armour that is visible in his feed. There is a faint trace of curiosity in his expression — another elf?]

You may get horn and sinew easily enough from the caves. But yew?

[He scoffs, suggesting the impossibility of that. He is not a bowyer, but he is both excellent and experienced with a longbow.]

One supposes that you might ask Sorrow about creating appropriate wood, as he grows the orchard. Rage would likely be able to provide a bow that matches your desires. The armoury is her work. But her price may well be unfavourable. Can you not adapt one from the armoury's stock?

[Indeed, another elf- and one whose features bear a certain resemblance to those already in the city, at that. Fingon allows himself a curious glance over the feed; the armor seems well-made and well used, and the respondent has the air of a seasoned soldier- even if the message is briefly disappointing, his perspective seems well worth obtaining.]

Yew would have been welcome, though I had a few other woods in mind as well as possibilities. [Fingon's an able hand at the longbow, but his preference is for the composite bow.] There are some in the armory that I would not object to, and it does indeed seem a poor idea to indebt oneself to Powers so quickly.

But craft matters deeply to my people, and I find my hands long for a project.

The only trees that grow in this cavern are those in Sorrow's orchard. It remains to be seen how suitable that wood is. Moreover we have few crops to avail ourselves of.

[Henry pushes a hand through his hair. Having removed his gauntlets in order to do paperwork, it's bare.]

You must compromise, whatever choice you make.

[He shrugs as if to suggest there's not much more to be said on the subject, before cocking his head as he considers the resemblance.]

...It seems the Door is fond of your family.

That is the way of things in most places, I fear, even in lands of plenty. You have my thanks for the information; at least now I know my options better.

[Fingon tilts his head back and laughs at that.] Most people at home would call us an acquired taste, at best. But interesting people seem to be the city's favorite kind, and my family has certainly never been boring.

May I ask which of my clever cousins gave me away? Not Maedhros, I suspect, he's always taken more after his mother's kin.

[Cousins, is it?]

I know both Celebrimbor and Curufin.

[Not well, but on friendly terms nonetheless.]

[Yes, with a shared resemblance to their paternal grandfather.

~~Crazy Uncle Feanor often insisted on saying half-cousins, but he was always a stubborn ass.]~~

Ah. From the guard, I take it? Or their work in the forge?

The Guard.

[He confirms. His mouth briefly quirks, a flash of momentary amusement.]

Though I have availed myself of Celebrimbor's work before.

Ah. Are you their commander, if I may ask?

[It seems a safe assumption, and Fingon's been curious about the guard]

Then you've been fortunate; Celebrimbor was a prodigy at the forge, and I imagine he's become even better since I last saw his work.

[Henry briefly smiles at that latter remark before he answers the question posed. He nods once and introduces himself.]

One of two. Henry Percy, a knight of England.

i can take a look at your armor

no promises. i work with everyday clothes and fabrics, not real armor, but i can try

I would not refuse the offer of a fresh pair of eyes, regardless of your experience.

Who knows? The experience may be of use to you some day.

yep

what material are we talking here?

Steel plate for the most part.

yeah, i don't know anything about working with steel, but i might be able to tie pieces of it together with leather thread i've found in the shops

That might do for some of my armor, until I can manage a more permanent solution.

Would you require payment? I've little to trade at the moment, but I could surely manage something.

i'll do what i can

we can work something out. usually if you don't have anything i need, i ask for a favor in the future

Of course; never let it be said that Fingon Fingolfin's son does not pay his debts.

May I have you name, so I know whom to thank?

[Whatever, buddy.]

emily davis

[He's from a high fantasy world; he can't help it.]

My thanks for the offer, Madam Emily.

I can help you with the bow and your armor, cousin. (He has made himself immensely useful in the Forge and out, Fingon. You have no idea.) I can follow the pattern of your helm and forge it anew.

I would be grateful for your help, Celebrimbor. Are you busy at the moment? [ He can imagine- if not the exact details, then the Feanorian drive behnd them.

His eyes flick offscreen, to where his split helm currently rests.] Yes, that would be the most straightforward option. Should I bring it down to you?

I am not too busy for family. (He is, as ever, making preparations in the Forge. And, as usual, he has done away with his shirt and tied his hair back.)

Please. Your helm is a fine creation. I will not smelt it unless I have no other choice.

I bow to your greater expertise, then; truthfully, I would regret losing it.

It has been some time since I've been off to bother a relative in the forge. You'll see me soon.

[Some time later, Celebrimbor will hear a rap on the door.]

I would regret smelting it! (He will handle the helm with care and awe. As good as Celebrimbor has become in the Forge, he respects the work of others highly.)

You are no bother unless...

You wish to be?

(Smiling, he sets down his a hammer and uses his cane to walk to the door. He opens it and pulls Fingon into a one-armed embrace.)

Welcome, cousin.

[And that is why Celebrimbor is a good egg.]

Oh, I rather enjoyed it, then and now. [Your grandfather turned the most interesting colors the first time he'd struck his head in to look for Maedhros, Telpe.

Fingon returns that embrace gladly]

My thanks for the invitation. [Looking around the forge] Only the best for the Feanorian smiths, I see. What have you been working on here?

I can make a a bow, if you like. I have some horn from one of the cave creatures, but I'm out of sinew. It's easily obtainable though, with one hunting trip. The other choice is just to adapt a bow from the armory.

But Celebrimbor can help you with the crafts, if you prefer. He's a master smith, as you know, so the armor should not be a problem. And neither would the bow.

We work in the same facility -- it's a couple of small buildings between the woods and the river, which you'll find easily if you follow the river southeast. Come down between Confusion's temple and the southernmost bridge, and you'll see the forge shack first. You can't miss it.

I probably ought to let the master craftsmen take over the work if they're willing. Still as much as anything I'm looking for something to keep busy. I never thought I'd start to miss reviewing inventory reports, but they did keep the mind occupied.

Yes, Celebrimbor's offered to take a look at it, though I'd hardly mind if you did as well. My thanks for the directions, cousin; I'll be over with it shortly.

We certainly would be willing. But if you are looking to keep busy, you are welcome to join us and learn some of the crafts. The bowyer's craft is an interesting one, to start with. [ He laughs softly. ] Yes, I remember having a desktop covered with paperwork, when Celegorm and I governed Himlad. He never had much interest in administration, so it was left to me. I can imagine how much more busy you were, with all of Hithlum to manage and so much else to coordinate as well.

Good, then I'll see you soon. And after that, perhaps I'll head off to the tunnels to hunt up some beasts to provide us with high-quality sinew.

I suppose my bowmaking could always use some improvement. But you probably don't want me near your forge; there were very good reasons I avoided going into metal work.

I was fortunate; for much of my time in Hithlum I only needed to handle the military logistics. After the Bragollach, of course, my workload rather proliferated. [There's an awkward beat for a moment, then Fingon gives a dry smile] Well, at least I'm not reminiscing fondly about some of the land disputes; that would be a reason to be alarmed.

I will see you then.

[ Smile. ] I suppose we all have our talents. And you have many others.

[ Indeed. After Fingolfin's death, Fingon was not only king of Hithlum but High King of the Eldar. Whereas, Curufin was landless and trying to amend that situation by stealing Finrod's kingdom. ] True. I would not use the word "fond" for such memories. [ Small, rueful laugh. ]

All right, if you hear a lot of hammering or other racket inside, just knock louder. [ He clicks off. ]

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