He's smaller than most elves, small and frail, looking as if one strong breeze might bowl him over entirely. His clothes are little more than rags and he has no possessions but a crude knife on his belt and a small blue lamp carried carefully in his right hand. A collection of rotting rags cover the stump where his left hand should be, crusted over
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He won't mind being disturbed if eventually the little Sindarin elf wakes up - we don't quite guarantee that this will be pleasant, though.
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And when he wakes up he will jump back a little and stare as if he has seen a ghost.
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Here's one blasé Feänorian for you. "You look like you just got put through the grinder."
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No, I'm not fuzzy, is what that last statement is intended to mean. Even if Caranthir really does have a fuzzy side, much to his typist's amusement.
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