–Spare me your sarcasm. Would you not be bitter also, were you treated as an uninvited and unwanted guest whenever you spoke to someone you were fond of, whose wellbeing you were invested in? Am I not allowed to show a little concern and interest in my goddaughter for myself?
You are not infallible, and what you gain in a breadth of interests you lack in specialization, Mitsanar. Another set of eyes on the matter would do no harm.
…Particularly if she continues to ask for my advice on technical matters. It would be well for me to be informed.
Well I was nearly beheaded- and not for lack of trying on his part- but you don’t see me snapping at anyone who brings it up, do you? And… to be fair, your last gift to Storm was a clockwork spy. Whether it was actually successful or not is completely irrelevant; the point is, you spy on her home, pick petty squabbles with her father, seek to take back her neighbors and friends just because they were once your servants, and then ask why we are so suspicious of you!
Concern is welcome. But you have so, so much more than concern on your mind. Forgive me if I answer your questions from a distance!
All the same, I will answer them, unless you think my opinion is too ah… unspecialized to be of any merit.
A gift whose secondary purposes were intended to be obvious, the dubious nature of which was requested; servants who swore fealty to me, and some who would gladly return to me; anda squabble long since past and amended, else I would not have been named her honorary guardian.
You come freely into my home and forge, with your mischief and your games, expecting me to play the villain of your suspicions, and I have obliged– harmlessly. I have never once done you harm. I have taken your mischief and your wariness in stride; I have accepted that I should not have access to your home, though you have always been welcome in mine. I did not even demand an audience with you, the island’s keeper, I only struck a bargain.
Think what you are accusing me of, Mitsanar. Doing her harm? Requesting the return of what is mine by oath? Or merely of playing the part of the untrustworthy outsider, propped up to make your isolation seem more reasonable?
….But even these accusations I can bear. If you truly think I mean her ill, or would betray you– if you wish for me to have no more contact with little Storm, then so be it. But tell her as much. For she, thus far, has always been the one to contact me. She must know the reason why you would break off contact to her benefactor on land, her friend in letters; and she must also agree. She is no longer a mere child; she has some say in her own affairs.
I did not ask you. You are a fellow Maia. You can shape yourself however you wish; that is not news. I, too, could fashion gills, if breathing underwater were a concern of mine, or had I any desire to.
(I don’t)
(Not after last time)
(Mostly.)
Yes but I am also her parent, you grumbly bearscruff. If anyone were to notice and understand anything unusual about my Little Storm, it would most likely be me, would it not?
Interesting how fast you go from curiosity to defensive snapping. One would almost think you bitter!
–Spare me your sarcasm. Would you not be bitter also, were you treated as an uninvited and unwanted guest whenever you spoke to someone you were fond of, whose wellbeing you were invested in? Am I not allowed to show a little concern and interest in my goddaughter for myself?
You are not infallible, and what you gain in a breadth of interests you lack in specialization, Mitsanar. Another set of eyes on the matter would do no harm.
…Particularly if she continues to ask for my advice on technical matters. It would be well for me to be informed.
I did not ask you. You are a fellow Maia. You can shape yourself however you wish; that is not news. I, too, could fashion gills, if breathing underwater were a concern of mine, or had I any desire to.
You’re quite unique, biologically speaking, and what sort of Aulendur would I be, if I did not maintain a scientific interest in the physiologically unique? Besides, with greater understanding comes better security and safeguards. Surely you’ve asked such questions yourself, about your own nature?
…Do they work? I presume not– or at least, not efficiently, based on your request for an underwater breathing apparatus.
That’s a lovely little sierpinski pyramid you’ve made, my dear. But even a fully fledged Maia would find it beyond them to make it infinitely replicating, even if the laws of matter permitted such a thing.
…It will make a charming bauble for an earring, perhaps.
T’is done: My rereading of the trilogy, which is more properly my first reading, as my actual first was hearing it read aloud by my dad, comes to an end in the same room in front of the fireplace where I was first introduced to Tolkien, some twenty years ago. :’) It’s good. It’s very good.
But when the devouring wave rolled over the land and Númenor toppled to its fall, then [Elendil] would have deemed it the lesser grief to perish, for no wrench of death could be more bitter than the loss and agony of that day; but the great wind took him, wilder than any wind that Men had known, roaring from the west, and it swept his ships far away; and it rent their sails and snapped their masts, hunting the unhappy men like straws upon the water.
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