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[handofsilver]

The heavy hammering of the Forge is music to my ears, but I have found myself missing actual song. Is there anyone amongst us who can sing? What of performing on an instrument? I have crafted harps before and I could perhaps manage a flute if that would be useful.

(He comes from a family that has more than a touch of talent in music - particularly where his uncle is concerned - but Celebrimbor has never been overly fond of his voice. He can sing and hold a tune, yet once you hear someone like his bardic uncle, you cannot accept mediocre.)

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[so_dark_a_road]

[ Nor should he be. Long live cuteness!!!! ]

Nobody could understand animals as Tyelko did. [ He chuckles. ] We were all amateurs compared to him. But you did well, with the beautiful mare and her lovely son.

Oh, yes. I was always in motion. But you, yes, you had a marvelous calmness. And I think you are right, you inherited it from your mother.

I would have liked it if we could have spent more time in Thargelion together. [ Another chuckle, as he imagines Cel scribbling letter after letter, rushing to thrust them into the hands of the waiting errand rider. ] If you had been there without me, we'd have had to establish a professional postal service, just to keep up with our missives.

[ Celebrimbor does not love fighting, but he does it very well. His father does not blame him for not being a born killer, and he respects him greatly for all his hard work acquiring the skills. He knows Cel did it for his family. ]

I would guess there must be plants that can deal with the low light. The orchard manages to grow and thrive in it. And so do the grasses we find all over the lawns and fields around the city. I haven't seen a flowering plant yet, except for the trees and grasses, but I think there might be some. And where does our food come from? -- surely there must be fertile fields somewhere? [ He doesn't think in terms of Hadriel itself creating their victuals out of thin air, although he reluctantly supposes it's possible. ]

Your mother was a gardener. Maybe you resemble her in that, too?

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[handofsilver]

He was like Uncle Kano - except with animals instead of music. (His family has such strong talents. One of the reasons Celebrimbor works so hard is so that he is worthy of calling them kin. He never feels quite worthy enough - especially since he repudiated them (even if said repudiation had not been out of hate but desperation).)

I wanted you to be proud of me. I could not accomplish that goal if I was running about wildly. (He had been one of those children that had been born with an old soul. He had never been truly frivolous or thoughtless.)

Me too. (The image of Celebrimbor writing letter after letter and hurrying to send them off - only to have Curufin doing the same! - makes him laugh too.) Or we would have had to entice one of the Eagles to help us!

(The fact that his father approves of his desire to garden - as silly as it may seem for a Fëanorian to do so - warms his heart.)

Can we...look together? In the forest? I would like to start with seeds. That way I am not risking any plant that has already begun to grow.

(His cheeks pink and he nods.) I remember watching her harvesting herbs. I liked chewing on the mint.

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[so_dark_a_road]

That he was! [ Curufin thinks of them the same way, except he as never doubted that Celebrimbor had the same talented nature. Nor does he think that any of them would hold it against Cel that he struck out on his own instead of opting for the path of destruction that the rest of them were on. ]

We were proud of you. And we are. [ That's exactly how Curufin would describe him -- as an old soul. Those thoughtful silver eyes were wise and loving from the moment he first opened them. It was always as though he knew more than a one-time-around soul could know. ]

Eagle-post! Yes, that would work. [ Grin. ]

[ He doesn't think of gardening as silly. His ex-wife had expanded his horizons, even though the relationship hadn't lasted. ]

Yes, I'd be very happy to go with you to look for plants! [ He's pleased to be asked for his help. ] If we look carefully, we'll be able to tell which of the Hadriel plants are in which phase of their lives. Maybe some are seeding now? We'll find out.

[ A tender smiles spreads over his face. ] I remember that, too. I remember seeing you carefully picking out which herb you'd like to taste. She never stopped you; she knew how important it was for a child to explore. And I never stopped you for the same reason. I remember picking you up when you got tired, and laying you on my shoulder, and smelling the mint on your breath.