Introduction

[elendilson]

Enter a young man; almost elvish in looks, tall and bright-eyed with a certain air of royalty about him. He is smiling, but if any should look him in the eye they'll notice a deep anger and sadness he tries to keep hidden.

Typist: Whee, another Tolkien-character! Anárion, son of Elendil and younger brother of Isildur. Snagged from after the Last

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[mostgiftedwitch]

Long since used to the regular arrival of new people, Anárion's presence doesn't really surprise her all that much. However... something about him makes her stop, frown and approach him. She starts off her greeting in Sindarin initially, then corrects and repeats herself.

"Are you all right? Are you lost?"

[elendilson]

He is pleasantly surprised by her using elvish -- he has known a time when too few people did, and he still believes the Faithful should be honored, so he bows to her.

"Lost, yes, so it seems. I do not know this place. Could you tell me where I am?"

[mostgiftedwitch]

She's surprised at the bow... at first. But you don't interact with people and not pick up some of their manners, so while it's not as graceful as his, she curtsies back.

"This place is called The Mansion, though where -exactly- it is, no one knows. Might I help you find your way around... mr...."

She trails off, clearly fishing for a name.

[elendilson]

A smile flickers about his lips at her manners, and he nods approvingly. "Anárion son of Elendil. Your name, young lady, is?"

[whitetreehugger]

*stares* *then runs over to tacklehug him* Why, if it isn't my wayward little brother! *beams*

[elendilson]

*beams too, and returns that hug* Me, wayward? What about you yourself?

[whitetreehugger]

Well, I found my way here earlier. What took you so long? *winks*

[elendilson]

*yay childish Númenoreans!* *sticks out tongue, but otherwise remains deadpan* The women, of course.

[_one_white_tree]

*almost afraid to speak to him* Is it you?

[elendilson]

*likewise stares* ... ... ... Father?

[_one_white_tree]

*nods and then smiles* I had given up hope you'd find your way here. *really wants to hug him but is worried that Anarion looks so sad*

[elendilson]

*a hug might make that better*

Where is 'here'?

[demonfiance]

Wolfram may have the same regal air to him - but he is short, slight and far from elven. He half-bows politely. "Greetings."

[elendilson]

As long as he doesn't turn out to be Sauron in fair form (or any of Sauron's servants), that is quite alright. And don't let anyone think that Anárion isn't courteous: He bows as well. "Greetings to you too."

[demonfiance]

"Where do you hail from, if I may ask?" He pauses then continues. "Oh, please excuse my forgetting my manners. My name is Wolfram von Bielefeld."

[elendilson]

Anárion son of Elendil. Of Núme- Gondor. *somewhat coolly, but that's not Wolfram's fault*

[admiral_grumpy]

He's curious about the newcomer, for once. "Hello, there."

[elendilson]

Anon eyes him curiously, and then bows. "Hello."

[admiral_grumpy]

"You don't need to be that polite. At least not to me."

[elendilson]

"And I am supposed to know that how? I do not believe we have been introduced." His tone is kind enough, Alistair should take no offense.