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Cor rearranged his mantle and straightened a bit, perhaps realizing he was speaking with someone of some amount of import, perhaps just because he was feeling overly-disheveled.
"Yes, well, it is Corcondil, as you correctly assess, of the House of the Mole. A minor branch of a minor branch, however. My immediate kin are decidedly not held in high esteem by the rest of the house. Many great warriors and artisans and hunters may be found among our Folk, though I and mine are not to be included in those. Which is why I was shunted, somewhat, off into the libraries. Perhaps you should look to your reputation, good sir, and not find yourself too closely associated to one such as myself!"
And Cor gave a good-natured pat upon the shoulder, a twinkle in his eye and beaming a playful smile.
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I love the sound of your elvish oddities and rarities shop. Makes sense that such a hidden away city would have a need for folks who can acquire goods like that. Will have to have my character make their way there, eventually...
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"well, i do think loremasters are needed as much as warriors. It was very fine meeting you, but i have something to do and i should not be late" he said and walked further towards Tuors house.
Big announcement
We're changing the RP's location to 3rd age Rivendell
I shall RP as teenage(idk how to say that in elvish years) Elladan(Anyone wanting to RP as Elrohir is encouraged to)
Elladan walked down the stairs of Elrond's house on a early morning in Rivendell. The weather was good as always and the sun shined through the windows of the house, but Elladan wasn't looking forward to the day. He had to wake up early because of Erestor. Erestor was his and Elrohir's tutor, and the lessoons always started at 8 o clock and finished in the afternoon, which is one of the reasons the twins hated the lessons. Elladan was only looking forward to one subject today- lore. He was quite good at it and always had a lore-book about one subject or another in his room. He reached the hall and sat down to eat the food, when he heard someonegoing down the stairs
OOC note: you can continue RPing by replying to this post(like RPing as a character who Elladan heard going down te stairs) or doing individual posts. I'm sorry if the setup isn't really Rivendell-like. I tried mybest.
IMPORTANT OOC NOTE: Elladan is a half elf who has yet to choose his destiny so in my opinion he, Elrohir and Arwen still sleep like humans.
OOC note: Early-twenties male human ranger of southern Dúnedain descent.
IC: Maethor was unfamiliar with Rivendell, as beautiful and breathtaking as he found it, it was a far stretch from his roots in the south, and he had always been suspicious of elves. Nevertheless, his father had said that if he were to make any sort of use for himself in life then learning from the tutors in Rivendell would be the first step. Maethor's father, Elros, had received a letter from Erestor, an educator, to advise that he would begin training young warriors of certain human descent in history and lore, and importantly to Maethor, he would also have a chance to learn the elves martial prowess and techniques in war, straight from Rivendell commanders. The opportunity and timing was too great to pass up, and Maethor moved hastily to Rivendell.
His body ached though. Having only arrived in Rivendell the evening prior, he was still sore from the journey. Today would be his first day being initiated into elven education and life. It was early, and without looking where he was treading, he stumbled down the stairs; letters and parchment, notes, quill and ink flying from his hands down each step, with a solid clunk, clunk, clunk sound made from his inkwell as it dripped and dropped to the end of the stairwell.
Elladan shouted up the stairs from the hall: "Elrohir, is that you?" as his twin hasn't arrived yet which was, surprising, as they always did everything together.
Maethor froze. He heard a shout from the bottom of the stairs, and expecting trouble he carefully drew his sword in his right hand: anything could be around the corner. In his left hand he grabbed a nearby candelabra, for if his first strike wasn't effective, surely throwing fire at any danger would be a good move.
Maethor charged down the stairs, bellowing: "FOR GONDOR!"
At first Elladan was surprised. This wasn't the voice of Elrohir, or someone he new, and he knew this person could be dangerous whether he meant it or not. He quickly picked up a chair as Maethor rushed into the Hall.
OOC: Elrohir, yall know 'im, yall love him. also left elrohir, right elladan, sums up their personalities about right:https://i.pinimg.com/originals/73/e7/54/73e7540df69d628747739760be803459.png
also why is this cute as f:https://i.pinimg.com/736x/15/83/2f/15832f90ed7101f9ec26c82ba76f26b7--elrond-legolas.jpg
IC:Elrohir wake up early and went to talk to his father, who told him that a new student is coming,
Elrohir goes to the dining hall and sees Elladan worried near the stairs holding a chair, to cheer him up he decided to snuck up on him and yelled:"Man erin gwanur!(Good morning brother!)" as Maethor rushed out of the stairway at the same time.
Elladan swung the chair around toppling both Elrohir and Maethor, thinking they were enemies infiltrating Imladris. Now the chair was covered in ink that fell down right after.
Elrohir now back on foot, greeted Maethor, and introduced himself and Elladan: "Oh, Mae Govannen! I'm Elrohir! You must be the new student Maethor, father has told me about, sorry for the chair incident, this is my twin brother Elladan, and he's a little paranoid, when it comes to danger...*looks at maethors sword and nods in its direction* And I guess you already understand that.....
Elladan adds: I'm terribly sorry! I didn't think you would be a new student... when i heard the rushing down the stairs and saw you rushing down here with a Sword, well i had to somehow "defend" myself so i picked this up.
Elladan looks at his robes and sees they are all covered in ink:
"Uh, Erestor is gonna kill me" he says
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Maethor, his ego and his body a little bit bruised, sheathed his sword and began hastily cleaning up the mess he made. "I am terribly sorry! Can we just ... forget this ever happened? I can't afford any mishaps that may see me judged poorly in Erestor's eyes."
In a very rusty and clumsy elvish tone Maethor said to the brothers: "Peditham hi sui vellyn?"
Elladan: Of course! Incidents like that can happen...though i guess i'll have to go back upstairs to change my robes unless i want to die today. And mind you- Erestor is strict but we can make him be absent tomorrow if you wish
these last words were said with an evil-ish grin
"Ehm, I have some leftover clothes in the dancing class in the gray chest made of Limerren(Lemonwood).
"I see, but i think getting them from my room would be easier, and i need to be quicker since Erestor will come soon!"
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Without hearing a sound, a long clawed hand suddenly grabs Maethors shoulder. It was Erestor.
"An honour and a privilege to meet you, Brannon Erestor." Maethor bows while subtly throwing a shawl to Elladan to drape around himself.
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It is sadly too late, Erestor saw the ink stains.
"Student Elladan" he says "i never told you to add this decoration to your robes, you could be a bad example for our new student Maethor. GO NOW and change. You must be back in two minutes, otherwise you get a punishment aside from the one i prepared for you because of the stains"
ooc: sadly i cant talk as erestor really would be nice if someone RPd as him
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"Well then... Sir Erestor, i have a presentation for Ainustudui(Ainur Theology) about Vána, since we should be discussing her somewhen around this time."
Erestor gives him an accepting stare and says: "Very well Elrohir, I was going to discuss her today..."
After two minutes of waiting, Elladan comes back in dark green robes, ready for the lesson.
OOC:IAMERESTOR
IC:They go to the old smithy
"Today you two are starting with Jewelmaking try to make a silver bracelet with a luinel(Sapphire) inside, meanwhile I am going to test Maethor's knowledge here."
Ellladan: Yes, master.
he then turns to begin his work. He doesn't really like smithy but he's ok with it
Maethor hesitated, sure he'd made small pieces for saddles, the odd blade or two, and some decent armour, but never anything as intricate or handsome as that made by the elves.
"I am here to serve you Erestor." Maethor said, and he grabbed a hammer and went to add some coal to the forge.
Meanwhile Elladan went on with his work, which was quite hard for him since he was only starting to learn to forge
But Elrohir was better at it and gave Elladan some advice before they started.
His bracelet turned out like this(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/90/4a/c7/904ac782382beeccd31531051aee1aa1.jpg), but took him a lot of time
Elladan tried hard and finally succeeded making a quite good bracelet
Maethor became frustrated with his work, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the pattern that Erestor had shown him quite right. The weaving just didn't end up how he envisioned it.
Maethor said to the others, "What am I doing wrong here? Is it the flame, or is it the mould? Surely there is some kind of trick to it?"
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