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(Oh how he wishes he could simply write this instead of speaking to the populace directly. But his conscience will not allow him to take the easy way out.)

I wish to apologize profusely for my behavior. (He will not name anyone specifically - and further embarrass them - but his dark head is hanging dejectedly.)

For those who desired an Elvish sword, I have made five. You are welcome to come by the Forge to test them for yourself. I am certain you will not damage them.

(Because he made them and his works last.)

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[Amos blinks. Elvish swords, and this looks like the kind of elf that does not snack on people or steal children in the night. Fae worked metal is always sought-after in his world, and if this is a good elf.... If only he were better at using a sword. ]

[His smile is friendly, his tone cheerful, and his dark sloe eyes full of curiosity as he asks in his New Orleans accent:]

Ah, a smith? That's good, and very helpful! Thank you.

(He can always use more friendly faces. Celebrimbor returns Amos's smile faintly, silver eyes curious.)

You needn't thank me. I enjoy my work. (It runs in his family; it began with his grandfather - the greatest Smith on Middle Earth. Celebrimbor is technically the second best Smith, but he won't admit to such.)

Helpin' people out always deserves thanks.

[He says this with complete certainty. That, and Amos was raised to be very polite. Particularly when it involves the fae. Being rude, in his world, can get one cursed or eaten.]

[He's sitting outside in the orchard, and one of the jabberjays flies down to land fearlessly on his shoulder. Amos does not flinch or blink at the landing, having "heard" the bird's intention, and merely tips his head a little to give the jay an easier landing. He digs in his pocket and produces a handful of breadcrumbs, holding this up for his avian friend even as he continues talking.]

Especially when you didn't haveta in the first place. So. Thank you.

I feel it should be required in our current situation.

(Their situation is more dire than many realize. One move in the wrong direction and the Hadriel they know will shatter or fall into utter chaos. It's difficult to remember such when Celebrimbor sees the bird, however.)

You make friends with ease. Is he a companion of yours?

Then you see clearer than most of the people here.

[Cooperation is to their advantage and survival, but the unity that once blessed the cave fell apart in Amos' absence. Understandable, given all the different factors working against it, but no less disturbing to see.]

Not really? The jays don't belong here either.

I can talk with animals. So most of them like me.

[He smiles, even as the bird pecks at one of his many earrings. Shiny!]

I am simply in a position to offer aid. Most are not.

(He cannot blame them for keeping to themselves, resources and all. It is normal when one is faced with surviving or not.)

I have an uncle who possesses that gift. My jealousy is great!

(But his expression is gently amused.)

What does he say?

[Pleased by the amusement, Amos laughs a little.]

They talk a lot, but it's mostly what matters to them.

So food, territory, that kinda thing. They like shiny things, though, they think they're interesting.

[Thus the fascination with Amos's multiple ear piercings. Definitely not edible but fun to peck, especially when it gets a reaction from him. Amos is of the firm belief most animals and small children are on the same mental level when it comes to entertainment: any reaction is funny for a minute.]

In that case... (Celebrimbor lifts his black hair from his pointed ears. He too has piercings - an oddity for an Elf - and each hole is filled with one of his own creations. Most of them are silver studs wrought in different shapes, but there are rings in the center of his earlobes.)

He is welcome to peck me too.

[Amos actually leans forward, as if that would help him see better, then sits back laughing at himself, because really. He's very interested, though, because those are pretty, much lovelier than his own plain silver rings.]

Careful givin' that permission, ya can't take it back!

[But he says it with a smile and playful teasing. Feeling his surge in mood, the jay warbles a happy note at him and takes off from his shoulder. Amos gives a sudden shrug, to help with the lift: the most energy-consuming move any bird makes is taking off.]

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