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[handofsilver]

Grief does not weaken love; it makes it stronger. I welcome Love back into our fold, but I do not know what to do with the items of festivity. I fear I would look strange wrapped in a pink blanket or eating sugared treats in the shape of hearts.

(So inevitably he will not alter his routine. Celebrimbor is an Elf of constancy if nothing else.)

I am happy for all of those who have found love or remember their love fondly. We are not always so blessed.

But that matters naught! The defense of our city is still paramount and I encourage all who are new to using weapons to keep practicing or seek the expertise of others. It could save your life.

Furthermore, I will be closing the Forge for a short while in order to scavenge for more materials. Should anyone wish to accompany me, you are welcome.

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[therewillbeorder]

What kind of things do you usually make in your Forge?

[He's not going to mention Celebrimbor taking care of him while he was sick, he's not used to people taking care of him so he's not sure what to say about that.]

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[handofsilver]

Swords, axes, some of the more modern weapons if I can find schematics for them... Anything, truly, if I have enough to educate myself.

(By the way, hi, Hux.)

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[therewillbeorder]

Can you make anything other than weapons?

[the tea was good at least...]

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[handofsilver]

Armor, jewelry... I would rather not make rings.

(FOR GOOD REASON.)

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[therewillbeorder]

I showed you a picture of an object, could you replicate it?

Why not rings?

[That seemed strangely random.]

[wormintheglass]

Why does it matter how you look, dear heart? We are all friends, here. Indulge yourself.


[Says the woman who only wears black and never leaves her house without full makeup.]

[handofsilver]

I do not consider that an indulgence. The color does not appeal to me.

(It reminds him of his daughter.)

[wormintheglass]

It's true pink isn't your colour. Nonetheless, sugar is still sweet, whatever it's dyed with.

[handofsilver]

The candies look like they could be bitter. (The coatings on them are strange.)

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[closerift]

If you are still in need of help finding materials, I am happy to go with you.

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[handofsilver]

I would welcome the company if you do not mind? I wake early in the morn though I can delay if that is inconvenient.

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[closerift]

We've got a dog that keeps me up half the night. Early in the morning isn't an issue.

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[handofsilver]

If my uncle were present, he could assist you with that problem.

Very well. I will see you tomorrow morning.

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[unitas]

The candy hearts are the worst candy to ever be created so it's a good plan on your part to skip all this bullshit.

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[handofsilver]

Why are they the worst?

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[unitas]

Have you tried them? It's like eating vaguely toothpaste-y chalk in pastel colors.

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[handofsilver]

That does not sound pleasing. Toothpaste is a new discovery for me - it does oft taste of mint - and chalk should never be eaten.

[blessedmaiden]

Love is the best feeling one can experience, isn't it? And maybe this place is celebrating a bit too much the romantic love right now but it's such a great feeling to have in all its shapes... [There's a small chuckle] Anyway, don't feel embarassed about the shape or color of the items they gave us, everyone should be allowed to enjoy themselves no matters what.

And... I can probably help in the scavenging part, I'm not sure how much I would be able to carry back, thought, I'm not exactly too strong. Anyway, if I'll be avaiable in case of need.

[handofsilver]

I agree with you to a certain extent. Yet I know love can also lead to great pain. It is easy to forget you may pay such a price when you feel the emotion initially. (He smiles at her comforting words.) The blankets do look soft.

I am still strong even if I am slower than I like. You are welcome to accompany me.

[blessedmaiden]

There are so many things in life that can lead to pain, sir, if we take our steps worrying about what will eventually happen in future how will we enjoy the present? Shouldn't we try to be happy when we have a chance to? [she chuckles] They are soft.

Then, please, let me know where and when I will have to meet you, I will try my best.

[handofsilver]

It is difficult to not think of the past where love is concerned. That is my burden and I pray you never share it.

However I will try to be happy. I have many blessings to count too.

(She is sweet and there is something about her that reminds him of another girl.)

I will come to meet you. It is safer that way. Where do you live?

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[castintofire]

I am always happy to accompany you, nephew.

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[handofsilver]

Uncle, you are always welcome.

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[castintofire]

Then I will come.

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[handofsilver]

I'm afraid we must travel on foot and carry what we find either by hand or by cart.