Introduction from another Silmarillion elf

[craftycurufin]

Hello and greetings to all of you. I am Curufin, the fifth son of Feanor. *looks around* It looks rather nice here and I already see some relatives. For those of you who don't know me, I swore the Oath of Feanor and followed my father and brothers to Middle-earth. I was killed by Dior at Menegroth. Grr.

Comments

[namomandos]

Atarinkë. *Nods in greeting.*

[craftycurufin]

My Lord Námo. *bows politely*

[lost_in_woods]

Wow. Hullo.

[white_blossom]

You! You, who abandoned innocent children in the woods and let them starve! You who killed so many of my relatives and friends! You, who destroyed my kingdom!

*is angry almost beyond words*

Who are you And your brothers to dare show your face? A thousand curses upon you, kinslayer! Get yourself back to the pits of Angband and rot until the world is unmade!

[craftycurufin]

How simply wonderful to hear from you again. *growls*
*seething*
*after a moment, speaks calmly* It could have all been avoided had the Silmaril simply been given back. Do you think my brothers and I really enjoyed riding out in the middle of the winter to destroy your pathetic kingdom? No, madam. We swore an oath to our dear Ada and to that oath we proudly hold, no matter the cost.

Stupid Sindar.