maeglin lómion

Now she sat wondering what this specific Elf thought it was doing, having wandered into the dark cave and right into a goblin trap "You know, you aren't supposed to step on the weirdly square stone with a line down the middle." The little orc peeked over the edge and into the shallow hole "Aren't pointy-ears meant to be smart?"

Working as quickly and carefully as she could Viola worked to reset his ankle and get a makeshift splint on him to help keep it right "Shouldn't have to cut it off, but you can't walk on it for a while. I'm an orc, not a miracle worker."

Maeglin nearly bit through his own tongue trying to keep in a scream, but the mushrooms helped, and soon Viola’s work was done. 

Now she sat wondering what this specific Elf thought it was doing, having wandered into the dark cave and right into a goblin trap "You know, you aren't supposed to step on the weirdly square stone with a line down the middle." The little orc peeked over the edge and into the shallow hole "Aren't pointy-ears meant to be smart?"

With one hand on his leg she rummaged in her bag and pulled out two small mushrooms and shoved them into his face “Oh yes, Morgoth forbid a pointy-ear not have soft sheets and a feather pillow for a few weeks. My heart bleeds, now eat them and quit squirming before I get that warg to sit on you.”

“Happy…thoughts…” he said, though it was getting difficult to feel his lips.

Now she sat wondering what this specific Elf thought it was doing, having wandered into the dark cave and right into a goblin trap "You know, you aren't supposed to step on the weirdly square stone with a line down the middle." The little orc peeked over the edge and into the shallow hole "Aren't pointy-ears meant to be smart?"

With one hand on his leg she rummaged in her bag and pulled out two small mushrooms and shoved them into his face “Oh yes, Morgoth forbid a pointy-ear not have soft sheets and a feather pillow for a few weeks. My heart bleeds, now eat them and quit squirming before I get that warg to sit on you.”

Now she sat wondering what this specific Elf thought it was doing, having wandered into the dark cave and right into a goblin trap "You know, you aren't supposed to step on the weirdly square stone with a line down the middle." The little orc peeked over the edge and into the shallow hole "Aren't pointy-ears meant to be smart?"

Once in the pit she moved carefully, eyes moving quick to make sure he wasn’t reaching for any weapon “Alright, Maeglin, I won’t syrup-coated it, you live in a goblin pit until you can walk again.” That was the least of the issues here.

After a few minutes she had a fair idea of how to help reset the bone and split it up “Gunna give you something for the pain, and then you need to think real happy thoughts.”

Now she sat wondering what this specific Elf thought it was doing, having wandered into the dark cave and right into a goblin trap "You know, you aren't supposed to step on the weirdly square stone with a line down the middle." The little orc peeked over the edge and into the shallow hole "Aren't pointy-ears meant to be smart?"

She left for a moment and returned with a large bag. The pit wasn’t too deep but she hardly expected him to stand up and climb out “Thanks, I got named after flowers that were found near me. Now, you gotta promise not to hurt me if I help you, otherwise Fluffy will eat you.”

Now she sat wondering what this specific Elf thought it was doing, having wandered into the dark cave and right into a goblin trap "You know, you aren't supposed to step on the weirdly square stone with a line down the middle." The little orc peeked over the edge and into the shallow hole "Aren't pointy-ears meant to be smart?"

“I’m Viola, who are you?” The girl asked curiously “Hmm, that doesn’t look normal, you want me to fix it for ya?” She asked and pointed to his ankle.

Now she sat wondering what this specific Elf thought it was doing, having wandered into the dark cave and right into a goblin trap "You know, you aren't supposed to step on the weirdly square stone with a line down the middle." The little orc peeked over the edge and into the shallow hole "Aren't pointy-ears meant to be smart?"

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There was someone here…? Maeglin wandered to the door blearily.

Maeglin opened the door - the large house was dark inside, heavy curtains drawn, and it was mostly empty still.

Maeglin’s face brightened considerably at the question. “Yes,” he answered, almost before Duilin was done speaking. “Adding more workshops and improving the forge. Some of Lord Rog’s smiths offered to help me design the space.” He was nervous to meet them, but didn’t say so. He knew he’d want their help - he’d never designed his own workspace before.

The kitchen held little in the way of actual cooking supplies, and there wasn’t a servant in sight - there were several gift baskets on the central table that looked like they had been picked over.

He looked over the gift baskets, wondering if he could guess who had sent them from the contents. He picked out the loaf of bread and began to search for a knife to cut it as he listened to Maeglin talk.

He tried again, this time changing the subject a bit more clearly. “I’ve heard from Lord Rog that there are some very interesting ore deposits in the mountains nearby. I should like to find out more about them once everything here at the house is settled.”

There was someone here…? Maeglin wandered to the door blearily.

Maeglin opened the door - the large house was dark inside, heavy curtains drawn, and it was mostly empty still.

Maeglin’s face brightened considerably at the question. “Yes,” he answered, almost before Duilin was done speaking. “Adding more workshops and improving the forge. Some of Lord Rog’s smiths offered to help me design the space.” He was nervous to meet them, but didn’t say so. He knew he’d want their help - he’d never designed his own workspace before.

The kitchen held little in the way of actual cooking supplies, and there wasn’t a servant in sight - there were several gift baskets on the central table that looked like they had been picked over.

There was someone here…? Maeglin wandered to the door blearily.

Maeglin opened the door - the large house was dark inside, heavy curtains drawn, and it was mostly empty still.

But it was still somewhat unsettling.

“I’m sorry about the state of this place - renovations are…ongoing.” The home that had once belonged to Aredhel would now belong to her son, and to the newly formed House of the Mole. That meant sorting through what furniture had remained during the Lady’s absence from the city and adding a considerable amount of workshop space.

“Greetings, Maeglin. May I ask why you’ve sought me out here in the forge?”

@oradhon-eolion

@oradhon-eolion

Maeglin nodded, then held out a hand. Resting in his palm was a brooch, the kind one would use to fasten a cloak. It was in the shape of a dove, wings outstretched - it had been a gift from Eol to Maeglin's mother - but it looked as if the clasp had broken. "Could you...show me how to fix this?"

To Maeglin, he said:

“I’ve showed you how to do this before. Replacing a screw in a brooch. If you’d like to help me, explain the process.”

Handing over the screw, Oradhon dropped it onto Maeglin’s palm.

“A master smith must be able to explain the entirety of the process.”

“Of course,” Maeglin said. “First, I will set up my work space.” He moved to the table, then unrolled. a leather mat and placed the brooch on it. “I must make sure that I have the correct tools for the job.” His keen eyes quickly scanned the shelf of small tools beside the table. 

He reached out and selected a small screwdriver, one small enough for use with eyeglasses and jewelry, then presented it to Oradhon. “This one should be the right size for that screw.” 

He took a moment to think through the next steps, picturing each one in his mind before speaking them aloud. “I’ll need to line up the loose piece with the brooch to ensure that nothing will be crooked, then hold it there. Next, I will add the screw and help it along a bit to stabilize it before using the screwdriver.” 

“Greetings, Maeglin. May I ask why you’ve sought me out here in the forge?”

@oradhon-eolion

@oradhon-eolion

Maeglin nodded, then held out a hand. Resting in his palm was a brooch, the kind one would use to fasten a cloak. It was in the shape of a dove, wings outstretched - it had been a gift from Eol to Maeglin's mother - but it looked as if the clasp had broken. "Could you...show me how to fix this?"

“Alright, let’s start with this.”

Pulling out a pair of thin tweezers, the Sinda began pulling at the bent clasp. A small screw was missing, that held the pin in place in the clothing.

Without taking his eyes from the brooch, Oradhon instructed:

“Do you know where I keep the small screws? Bring one here so I can replace the missing one.”

@huiliel

Lomion smiles, knowing exactly who the gifts are from. He polishes the stones and sets them in a bracelet fashioned of thin silver wire, which he presents to her in a few days when he is finished.