Visits to Umbar were few and far between, but after hearing one too many seafarers talking about ‘that fishy sculpture’ they had seen there, a trip was warranted. He was curious, and knowing that his cousin had taken up temporary residence in the land, he was also suspicious.
He took a form that was less obvious and less known, no taller or broader or stranger than an average Man. Rounded ears helped him blend in as he strolled slowly through the bustling markets until he found the fountain of rumor. It was big, and bronze and well cared for, and had the subject matter at the center been anything else he would have even liked it.
Except it was him. Which also would normally have been fantastic. Except this-him was in the arms of a familiar Orca-inspired Ainu, head back and spine bent so his upside-down face was staring at him.
Carefully keeping his expression neutral, Ossë ignored someone’s remark to him as they passed by and studied his shame critically.
“The nose seems strange,” he drawled to himself, “and that expression is far too animated for my liking. The artist was clearly over-compensating and just guessing as to the subject’s face.”
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