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[hewer_of_caves]

Sitting in the sun, enjoying the first warmth of spring, is Findarato. He's been carving bits of wood into small but detailed figurines, there are a few finished pieces in a small bag at his belt but the one in his hands is only barely begun. It's completely not his fault that he hasn't been out much recently, and he'd love to see friends or

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[sweariwontdie]

Armand happens upon the elf. He pauses, a bit uncertain about this new kind of person, and bows. "Bonjour, monsieur."

[hewer_of_caves]

Finrod is thus far unaware of what's happened to Armand's memory, and smiles at him although he's surprised at the formality. "Hello, Armand. How are you?"

[sweariwontdie]

((Typist: It was the best clue I could give at the get-go))

Armand blushes. "Oh dear. You know me too?" He really should be getting used to this by now. "I've... umm... lost my memory, monsieur. I don't remember anything about this place.." He looks very apologetic.

[hewer_of_caves]

((XD Yeah. Also, see Meg. See Meg fail at waiting like she should. *amusion* Does Armand know about the familial ties to the Elves?))

"Yes, I do. I'm sorry to hear that." He gives Armand a reassuring smile and stands. "I am Finrod Felagund."

[houndmaster]

Tyelkormo has been outside as much as he can, of course, enjoying the spring air, always shadowed by a hound or two. He pauses when he sees Findaráto; this is one of the very few people he hesitates around.

[hewer_of_caves]

Finrod looks up when he notices his cousin's presence, and nods to him slightly. "Hello, Tyelkormo." While his voice may not yet hold quite the same warmth it might with others, he does give Tyelko a slight smile and the undefined figure in his hands begins to take on a distinctly canine appearance.

[houndmaster]

Tyelko gave him an awkward smile back. "How have you been faring?"

[hewer_of_caves]

"I have been well." He gestures for Tyelko to sit if he likes. "How have you been?"

[emobard]

Findaráto will probably hear Daeron coming long before he sees him; the coming of spring has apparently caused Daeron to wander the grounds, playing tunes on his pipe. He does stop with a hint of surprise, however, when he notices Findaráto, before nodding to him politely.

[hewer_of_caves]

Findarato returns the nod politely and gives him a slight welcoming smile. "Hello, Daeron."

[emobard]

Daeron smiled back, walking closer. "Hello. How are you?"

[hewer_of_caves]

"I am well. You?" His hands pause in carving for the moment.

[angsty_redhead]

Another elf fresh from ninja-ing the jam, here, and also pleased to see yet another relative checking in. Spring brings them all out of the woodwork, apparently. "'Lo there."

[hewer_of_caves]

"Hello!" Finrod grins and waves. "What's this I hear about you, Tyelkormo, and jam?"

[angsty_redhead]

Mae looks amused, then shifty, then innocent, and flops down by him. "...There may have been some theft of some strawberry jam from some certain relatives. Nothing very bad." Really. Ignore the psychopathic Caranthir upcomm.

[hewer_of_caves]

Finrod snickers and shakes his head. "Of course not. They're going to be furious when they find out, though."

[tolkien_blond]

And next: have a brother, taking a break from the warpath, but just a little sulky-looking.

"Look who's decided to come out!" He grins and joins him, because lackofjam or not, he will never fail to brighten at the sight of a bigbrother. Unless he's a mutilated corpse onna floor, but he isn't, so that's not the point. >_>

[hewer_of_caves]

Brothers are always nice! Finrod grins and gestures for him to sit. "Hello! And where've you been, I haven't seen you around much either."

[tolkien_blond]

He sits, peering at Finrod's current carving. "I've been about. How've you been doing?"

[hewer_of_caves]

"I'm alright. Still getting used to so much free time around here." He lets his brother see the carving, just some animal that passed a few minutes ago.