[ACTION] Say hi to an elf?

[starsabovemists]

[As Lúthien comes from a time when electricity wasn't even a twinkle in its father's eyes, she is beyond technologically impaired and wouldn't know what to do with a telephone except push the buttons and enjoy the sounds and lights that it produced as a result

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YOU WILL HAVE ELVEN COMPANY SOON! SERIOUSLY!

[spacedrmccoy]

[McCoy has been following the growing blooms for quite some time. Their pattern was... earratic, with no visible cause or origin and no real reason for them to be there. Following the trail he comes to a woman... a Beautiful woman unlike anything he's ever seen. Clearing his throat he taps her gently on the shoulder.]

Ah, excuse me, Miss. Could I ask you somethin'? [For some reason he'snervous and that makes his customary Georgian accent thicken into a full blown drawl.]

Booones <333

[starsabovemists]

[Lúthien turns at the touch, her expression open and interested. Bones' accent, like many things today, is unlike any she's previously encountered.]

Yes? I shall answer if I can, though I fear my knowledge of many things in this world is quite limited.

Luthien <333 :D

[spacedrmccoy]

[Gods above she was even more beautiful close up. McCoy managed a small smile.]
Ah, no, Miss. I was just askin' about the... [he looks down at the flowers at her feet.] How'd you do that?

She's like a tall, nice Vulcan, almost, with her pointy ears.

[starsabovemists]

[When he looks down, she follows his eyes to the growing number of flowers sprouting around the hem of her dress. Honestly, she was so used to them that she gave them little thought these days. It was more unusual to her when they did not bloom, but that had only happened in the lands very heavily under Morgoth's sway.]

Ah! These are the niphredil flowers. I've been told that they first bloomed at the hour of my birth, and since my earliest days they have always grown about me ere I go. [She pauses for another second to consider, wondering if she can be more specific. This man seemed interested in the flowers after a scholarly fashion, and that explanation would probably not satisfy his curiosity.]

I do not intentionally cause them to grow. I believe it is the influence of my mother's blood, for she is a Maia of the Blessed Realm, endowed with much magic and power.

8D

[spacedrmccoy]

Niphredil? [The words a bit clumsy on his lips, but he's a Doctor dammit, not a linguist.]

A... Maia?I'm unfamiliar with the spec- People. [Clearly from a technologically unAdvanced time. The concept of science must be forgein to her. Setting his arms behind his back McCoy studies the small blooms.]

Where are you from, If I may ask? You've got pointed ears but you're no Vulcan.

[starsabovemists]

Niphredil, which means 'snowdrop' in the tongue of my people. [She could tell he had a little difficulty with that word, but she doesn't mind translating. It's nice to be the one doling out information for a change, rather than constantly being on the receiving end.]

The Maiar are not a people. They are spirits, second in power only to the Valar, whose songs shaped the world before time began. The Maiar and the Valar are beings without shape, but they may take the form of any child of Iluúatar.

In the kingdom of Doriath was I born, in the realm of Beleriand. I know of no Vulcans- I am an Eldar. An Elf.

[spacedrmccoy]

[Ah! Hearing the word makes it clearer and he tries again getting a bit closer this time.] Niphredil. You must have a beautiful language.

[As he listens he looks surpised and a bit skecptical, but he accepts it none the less.] I see. I've come across are race or two like that.

An elf? [He can't help but smile.] Like that story my Momma used to tell me. [And then he realises his manners, or lack there of.]

Oh yhou'll have to forgive me miss. I'm Doctor Leonard McCoy, [he offers his hand.]

[starsabovemists]

It is a lovely language. I find the dialect spoken in our kingdom to be particularly beautiful, but I'm sure the Noldor would disagree. [She shakes her head in amusement, though Bones probably doesn't see the humor in her statement. When he mentions the stories his mother told him, Lúthien's interest is piqued.]

You have heard stories of my kind? Oh, I would be truly pleased if you would share them with me. [Granted, she hopes it's nothing too horrible. There could be plenty of good stories of Elfenkind, but then stories of the Kinslayings were certain to have been passed on as well. When he offers his name and his hand for a shake, Lúthien extends hers as well, resting her hand in his. Greeting customs are a little different where she comes from, clearly.]

I am Lúthien, called Tinúviel, of Doriath.

[spacedrmccoy]

I have a young lady I know that wuld love to just hear it, maybe learn it from you if you don't mind but... [He shrugs.] She's back home and not here.

Well... There was one about a Ring and such, another about a small... Hobbit fella goin' on an adventure.
[When she rests her hand in his, he clasps it gently with a smile.]

That's a beautiful name if you don't mind my sayin'. I'm from a world called Earth.

[starsabovemists]

[Lúthien smiles kindly at the mention of McCoy's friend.] Though I would not wish for her to be brought to such a place as this, it would be my pleasure to instruct her if we should find her in our company.

A ring? There are many fine smiths and craftsmen, yet I've heard no tales of any rings of particular import. With Hobbits I am also not familiar, I'm afraid. [She wouldn't know that she herself is a legend to the people of Middle-earth in the time when those stories take place.]

You flatter me, doctor. A star shines upon the hour of our meeting.

[spacedrmccoy]

Neither would I. I'd rather no one was brought here.

[Heh, neither does he. Mom never got to the Silmarillion.] Well maybe not exactly the same. Still, it's a pleasure. I've never met an elf before.

It's no flattery if it's the honest truth.