"That is fortunate, that you did not have to go through the gates of death once more in order to journey the multiverse," responded Curufin. "But Maglor is gone, alas! And so is Maedhros. I knew they were not doing very well in this place, but that doesn't always mean a person will leave. It took me by surprise." Curufin experienced a moment of downheartedness at this admission. But he was very good at lifting his own mood, and so he simply paused until his former cheerfulness returned.
"I like it that you actually met these hobbits. What was happening when you got them safely to Imladris? I understand that Eriador and the surrounding lands became less safe at the end of the Third Age, but I don't know all the history of that Age, nor do I know the War of the Ring stories in detail. What did you do, exactly, to get the hobbits to Rivendell? What was your part in that? I'm curious."
He grinned. "Me and my brothers, yes! -- we were always willing to fight. Something fiery in the blood, doubtless inherited from our father. I can never resist a battle." Those childhood tumbles were often with each other or with their cousins. It was surprising, when he thought about it, that the affection the brothers and their cousins and their friends bore towards each other was never dimmed by the scuffles. It wasn't until they grew up and fell under the dreadful influence of the Oath that things went south.
And in regards to the Silmarils: "I am heartily glad that the jewels are forgotten, at least by mortals. Yes, I know the story of the one remaining. Dior's daughter Elwing escaped from Doriath with the jewel and fled down the River Sirion to a refuge at the river's confluence with the Great Sea. When my surviving brothers finally attacked that community, she and her husband Eärendil escaped with the jewel again, and sailed to Valinor to ask the Valar for help in defeating Morgoth. I should be grateful to them, for our people could not have won that war alone." Of course, Curufin had learned that tale while wandering the lands as a disembodied spirit, eavesdropping on groups of Elvish travelers and warriors. He had witnessed enough of the War of Wrath to know that the Valar were there, along with the hosts of the Vanyar, the remaining Noldor, and the Teleri standing off to sea in the conveying ships.
He perked up when Glorfindel mentioned leading the troops of Imladris. "You did, did you? I might have expected that. You are valiant, as I have acknowledged. And you may not love war as I do, but I strongly suspect that you are as good at it as I am, or better." [ Not letting Glorfindel get away with being *modest*! ]
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"I like it that you actually met these hobbits. What was happening when you got them safely to Imladris? I understand that Eriador and the surrounding lands became less safe at the end of the Third Age, but I don't know all the history of that Age, nor do I know the War of the Ring stories in detail. What did you do, exactly, to get the hobbits to Rivendell? What was your part in that? I'm curious."
He grinned. "Me and my brothers, yes! -- we were always willing to fight. Something fiery in the blood, doubtless inherited from our father. I can never resist a battle." Those childhood tumbles were often with each other or with their cousins. It was surprising, when he thought about it, that the affection the brothers and their cousins and their friends bore towards each other was never dimmed by the scuffles. It wasn't until they grew up and fell under the dreadful influence of the Oath that things went south.
And in regards to the Silmarils: "I am heartily glad that the jewels are forgotten, at least by mortals. Yes, I know the story of the one remaining. Dior's daughter Elwing escaped from Doriath with the jewel and fled down the River Sirion to a refuge at the river's confluence with the Great Sea. When my surviving brothers finally attacked that community, she and her husband Eärendil escaped with the jewel again, and sailed to Valinor to ask the Valar for help in defeating Morgoth. I should be grateful to them, for our people could not have won that war alone." Of course, Curufin had learned that tale while wandering the lands as a disembodied spirit, eavesdropping on groups of Elvish travelers and warriors. He had witnessed enough of the War of Wrath to know that the Valar were there, along with the hosts of the Vanyar, the remaining Noldor, and the Teleri standing off to sea in the conveying ships.
He perked up when Glorfindel mentioned leading the troops of Imladris. "You did, did you? I might have expected that. You are valiant, as I have acknowledged. And you may not love war as I do, but I strongly suspect that you are as good at it as I am, or better." [ Not letting Glorfindel get away with being *modest*! ]