This is an ex-Noldo!

[tolkien_blond]

So: an elf. As far as he knows, he's never been here before; as far as he knows, he was a talking pile of ash scant minutes ago. As far as he knows, he's in the afterlife, and--

"This is -- really -- not what I was led to believe it was like."

Um. Hi! Angrod son of Finarfin, courtesy the Silmarillion, reintro'd and reset after, what, the better

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[eyrienprince]

Well - Lucivar recognizes the face, vaguely, and half smiles.

"Does this mean maybe I get to meet some of the family I've adopted now?"

[tolkien_blond]

He blinks. "That-- I'd imagine that depends on the family."

[eyrienprince]

"You could say I'm an adopted brother of the Ambarrussa."

A touch of a scowl. Because arrrgh. Worried.

[tolkien_blond]

"Them?" He boggles for a moment, sorry, you have a very confused elflord here. "Wait, which one?"

[eyrienprince]

His mouth twists and his eyes chill a little. "Only Pityo, right now. I'm hoping that'll change soon."

[tolkien_blond]

Oh, perfect. "...And I could have sworn he'd outlived me. Brother?"

[eyrienprince]

"Pardon?"

[tolkien_blond]

"Apologies, I was talking to myself. How did Ambarussa get another brother, anyway?"

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar looks a bit confused. "Fact is, I don't exactly remember. It...happened, more or less."

[tolkien_blond]

You're being eyebrowed, Lucivar. "Sounds confusing. Anyway I'm their -- your? -- cousin, then. Angaràto." And a little half-bow and half-smile to go with it, wry because if the branches don't always get along it's probably in large part his fault.

[eyrienprince]

A half bow and a bit of a smile back. "Lucivar."