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[Some might recognize the cat - the stray cat that seemed to hate Anakin before - behind said Sith. So what if the fuzzy creature is batting a ball between his paws and being downright charming? So what?]

My talents are going to waste. I'm accepting students, but if you don't show any talent with the Force, I will drop you.

[He wants his own army because why the hell not?]

Ben, you're my first student. [No matter what a certain once-Padawan says! Yes, he is that childish.] Don't be late tonight.

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[ Curufin chuckles. He likes the humor, whether this man is going to be an enemy or a friend, or just a sort of colleague. He guesses that the joking covers up pain, from all that Anakin has said so far. Besides, that's typical for warriors. ]

See you soon.

[ He keeps working on his current project until he hears footsteps outside the door, then he lays aside his tools. His own sword is already laid on a bench, where Anakin will see it when he walks in. Curufin leans against the only piece of non-forge-related furniture in the room, a table that has a couple of chairs around it, and he folds his arm. The casual posture is meant to indicate lack of desire to attack, in case Anakin is worried about being ambushed.

The forge consists of a couple of rooms in a large shack built of scrounged wood and some structural elements of alien substance (that's Hadriel for ya), with a tin-sheet roof. But it is very solidly built, despite the conglomeration of materials. The front room is the forge itself, with its benches, shelves, and tools hanging on hooks in rows along the walls and over the benches. Towards the back is the smelting oven, the forging furnace, and in the center is an anvil table made of steel. Set up near it are a couple of traditional iron anvils. The other two rooms are for smaller projects such as gem-cutting. ]

Welcome! [ He indicates the sword, inviting Anakin to pick it up and examine it. ]

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[It's typical for those with broken minds and hearts too. He gives a brief nod before making the trip. His muscles are pulled taut, ready for attack as he walks into the Forge. Curufin's posture does indeed put him at more ease, but his eyes dart from one corner of the space to the other, searching for traps.

A fallen Jedi and a to-be-Sith can trust no one. This is the path he has chosen; the path he favors. The only one he has been able to relax around - completely - within Hadriel is, ironically, Curufin's brother.]

Nice place. [He can appreciate the build and, more importantly, the sword. There is a small intake of breath before he lifts the blade into his hands. It is almost...too beautiful.]

What if it's chipped? [That would just be sad.] I like the balance of it. [With an expertise born of experience - much experience - he spins the sword, slashing it through the air in quick, precise motions. His prosthetic hand doesn't seem to slow him down in the least!]

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[ Absolutely! Humor is a restorative for mind, heart, and spirit. And even if it doesn't heal, it mitigates.

Curufin sees the darting eyes, but simply remains where he is, looking utterly relaxed and non-threatening. As much as a Fëanorian ever can, that is. He would appreciate the irony of Anakin and Maedhros, if he knew what Anakin was thinking. ]

Thanks. [ He smiles when Anakin admires the sword and picks it up to try it out. It is Curufin's own work, of course, and it is the sword he carried with him from the time he forged it in Himlad until his death. . and after, apparently. ]

It has never been chipped. I made it out of meteoric iron, and that is amazingly hard stuff. And then, on top of that, I spent ten years hammering it to harden it even further. And of course, it's an Elvish blade. It carries my intentions, and I intend it not to break or chip. But if either were to occur, I'd simply melt it down and re-forge it.

[ He admires the man's sword technique. Obviously very experienced, and very, very talented. ] Nice moves!

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[The Elf can do fine work. Anakin knows of ore and metal and he imagines forging a sword would be a difficult task. Especially one of this caliber. As he slices through the air with the blade, he admires the soft swish; that is the last sound an opponent would ever hear.]

You're right. [Meteoric iron is a good base and he holds the sword to the light, nodding.] What do you mean it carries your intentions? Is that how Elven blades work?

[Useful! Lightsabers need that sort of power.]

I've been working with a lightsaber for years. I had to readapt after losing my hand, of course, but if anything, I feel I've gotten better.

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That's how Elven anything works! [ Smile. ] Any product of craft is made this way, even small and unimportant items. We invest the object with a little of our spirit, and thus the item responds to our desires in certain ways. It's done deliberately, with forethought, but it's second nature to Elves to do this. So, yes, all Elven blades are made this way and that is how they all work.

[ And surely a lightsaber could be made that way? It would be an interesting project, if Curufin had the tools, materials, and knowledge to craft such a thing. But no matter. He could make a steel sword for Anakin that would be an excellent blade, worthy of the talents of its master. ]

I can well believe that. In your motions, I see years of practice. With your proficiency, there would be no reason you couldn't become as expert with the one had as you were with the missing one. [ As did Maedhros. ] Or even more so. How did you lose your hand?

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I don't think me being impressed does your work credit. I never expected a basic sword could be as light, sharp and deadly as this, but I like the balance of it.

[He is rather limited with his lightsaber. The kyber crystal that powers it is one of a kind, but it's not something he made or manufactured. The only parts that could contain his will - conceivably - would be the parts that surrounded the crystal. Still, the heart of the saber is out of his control - though it does react to the one using it by settling on a certain color.]

Thanks. [He grins and sets the sword down carefully, reverently.] During a duel. My...Master...and I were trying to apprehend a Sith Lord called Count Dooku and the Count caught me off-guard. He was a better swordsman than me...then.

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But it does your discerning eyes credit. [ Smile. ]

[ Curufin would wonder at that description: limited. Even with a sword whose heart is out of Anakin's control, Curufin would be surprised if his new acquaintance was not a superlative swordsman. ]

And from the tone of that word, then, I surmise that you met Count Dooku later on, and turned the tables on him?