and then there were some.
"Ata," he remembers saying, like a plea, and seeing his father's face before his eyes, looking down with soul-crushing disappointment, and he wants to reach out to him, but his arms no longer obey him, and he can already feel the dead, encroaching cold.
Then nothing.
Or maybe not quite.
For those interested, sprawled in the snow outside the Mansion in a patch of bloodied snow is a figure perhaps not instantly recognizable, clad completely in black and still, perhaps just as dead as he has been lately.
But perhaps not. You're welcome to check.
Name: Curufin, among others
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Media: book, do I play anything else.
Other relevant info: Not really an introduction, but he got dead before the turnover and hasn't turned up here yet. So! Curufin, sometimes the crafty, likely to be in an extremely poor mood and slightly confused about what's going on. Feel entitled to come up and poke him. He's a very personable and friendly fellow. Er.
Then nothing.
Or maybe not quite.
For those interested, sprawled in the snow outside the Mansion in a patch of bloodied snow is a figure perhaps not instantly recognizable, clad completely in black and still, perhaps just as dead as he has been lately.
But perhaps not. You're welcome to check.
Name: Curufin, among others
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Media: book, do I play anything else.
Other relevant info: Not really an introduction, but he got dead before the turnover and hasn't turned up here yet. So! Curufin, sometimes the crafty, likely to be in an extremely poor mood and slightly confused about what's going on. Feel entitled to come up and poke him. He's a very personable and friendly fellow. Er.