"People don't have to die to be snatched out of their own universes by any of those hungry worlds that are always casting about for recruits. Those worlds will take living, dying, or dead people. Apparently they have to ability to bring people back to life, at least within the hungry world's own boundaries. I think they may prefer living people, though. I most definitely interacted with Galadriel, in a world we called Arda Marred because it so resembled our Arda, but it was largely empty and greatly in need of repairs and renewal. Maglor is not dead either, and I've met him again more than once."
Curufin laughed too, when Glorfindel did. "That explains it, then. I'm the culprit. And I'd love to see Gil-galad again. Our generation produced so few Noldorin children, and he seems to have exceeded all of our ambitions to defeat the Darkness, though it wasn't a permanent defeat. Yes, I know about the Last Alliance. I was told about that, too."
Curufin simply nodded when Glorfindel described Sauron's end. He understood. "What an idiot Sauron turned out to be. Learned all that he could from my son about forging rings of power -- though he was pretending to be the teacher, I don't doubt. It is indeed fitting that the second Dark Lord was finally destroyed by his own choices. Those two hobbits threw his Ring into the crater of Mount Orodruin, where no doubt the Ring was forged. That is what I was told, anyway. Did you ever meet the hobbits yourself?"
He chuckled when the other praised him for his technical expertise. "It's true that it's my forté. But then, I'm a warrior as well, and I've fought in three of the train's missions. War was so much a part of my life for all those years in Beleriand that I don't feel right if there's a great battle and I'm not in it. In the last mission, Red Team called for assistance during their last battle, and I went with the few from Orange Team who responded. I was regretful to leave my own team, but they still had capable fighters and leaders to handle things there. And Red Team needed reinforcements to carry out the most important task of the entire mission. So, I can now say I fought with both technical know-how and a blade. That is, blade in one hand, blaster in the other." Grin.
"And you're right. I don't know if that damnable Oath would have followed me into my ghostly days or into other worlds, but I didn't give it a chance to do either. I forswore it a few hours before my death. Strangely enough, that worked." He was glad to hear that the haunted look in his eyes had diminished. It would never entirely be gone, but that was the price of experience. "I am happy to call you friend, too! And you're being modest, Glorfindel! Anybody who can kill a Balrog, even at the price of his own life, is an impressive fighter. Besides, I believe you have other abilities." Curufn believed this simply because his feeling about Glorfindel was that he had powers an ordinary Elf didn't have. There was an aura of light about him, possibly not visible to mortals but certainly detectible by means of Curufn's arcane senses.
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Curufin laughed too, when Glorfindel did. "That explains it, then. I'm the culprit. And I'd love to see Gil-galad again. Our generation produced so few Noldorin children, and he seems to have exceeded all of our ambitions to defeat the Darkness, though it wasn't a permanent defeat. Yes, I know about the Last Alliance. I was told about that, too."
Curufin simply nodded when Glorfindel described Sauron's end. He understood. "What an idiot Sauron turned out to be. Learned all that he could from my son about forging rings of power -- though he was pretending to be the teacher, I don't doubt. It is indeed fitting that the second Dark Lord was finally destroyed by his own choices. Those two hobbits threw his Ring into the crater of Mount Orodruin, where no doubt the Ring was forged. That is what I was told, anyway. Did you ever meet the hobbits yourself?"
He chuckled when the other praised him for his technical expertise. "It's true that it's my forté. But then, I'm a warrior as well, and I've fought in three of the train's missions. War was so much a part of my life for all those years in Beleriand that I don't feel right if there's a great battle and I'm not in it. In the last mission, Red Team called for assistance during their last battle, and I went with the few from Orange Team who responded. I was regretful to leave my own team, but they still had capable fighters and leaders to handle things there. And Red Team needed reinforcements to carry out the most important task of the entire mission. So, I can now say I fought with both technical know-how and a blade. That is, blade in one hand, blaster in the other." Grin.
"And you're right. I don't know if that damnable Oath would have followed me into my ghostly days or into other worlds, but I didn't give it a chance to do either. I forswore it a few hours before my death. Strangely enough, that worked." He was glad to hear that the haunted look in his eyes had diminished. It would never entirely be gone, but that was the price of experience. "I am happy to call you friend, too! And you're being modest, Glorfindel! Anybody who can kill a Balrog, even at the price of his own life, is an impressive fighter. Besides, I believe you have other abilities." Curufn believed this simply because his feeling about Glorfindel was that he had powers an ordinary Elf didn't have. There was an aura of light about him, possibly not visible to mortals but certainly detectible by means of Curufn's arcane senses.