Awkward Return | Llama Day 1 | Open

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin suddenly found himself inside a large trunk in the Luggage Carriage. It was a little deeper than a coffin but not as long, so his legs were cramped. "WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING IN HERE???" he yelled, loud enough to be heard outside the trunk.

It was a claustrophobic situation, and he glared up through the dimness at the lid of the trunk. For some reason, it didn't occur to him that the thing probably wasn't locked. Suddenly there was a BANG, Curufin's fist bashing into the underside of the lid, and then a CRASH, Curufin's boot following up with an even harder blow.

Both the fist and the foot left holes in the lid, which popped open and fell against the back of the trunk. Curufin sat up and stared around the luggage car. "What the fuck?" he swore. And then he saw whoever else was in the car and quickly replaced the scowl with a very puzzled smile.

"Hello?" he said. He scratched his head. "Have I been gone from the train?"

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[so_dark_a_road]

"I'll help you with the writing, if you like," offers Curufin. "Just if you want. Maybe this is a project you'd like to have charge of yourself. But I'll certainly read these records whenever you want me to, and I'll tell you my thoughts on them."

He hears that sigh and gives her a kindly smile.

"You need never worry about taking up too much of my time. I'm your friend. Besides, all I have to do is check the network and see where my room is now, and then go there and claim whichever bunk is left. And say hello to my roommates, if any of them are there. Shall we meet somewhere later, and have that discussion?"

[wisdominshadows]

"Oh, I think you might have a bit more than that," she tells him with an amused look. "You're a popular man on this train, after all. People will want to talk to you all day."

With that observation, she nods. "Of course. Perhaps after dinner?"

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin grins. He points at his chest. "Me??? I'm a popular man??? Unbelievable!" He is only partly joking. He still remembers who he was in his own world, how adherence to the Oath had made him exactly the opposite of popular. Of course, only hours before his death, he had forsworn the Oath, and after his death he had refused the summons of Mandos and stayed in Middle-earth as a spirit, finding groups of refugees and leading them to Ossiriand or over the Ered Luin to safety. The rumors about the Feanorian ghost had circulated, and he found himself far less hated and even admired by sone. When he first found himself in world in another universe (Arda Marred), he had stayed on the new path that he had chosen, and he carried on with that effort in another world as well (Hadriel), and he was still committed to it on the Voidtrecker Express. Maybe it is now easier for people to see him as someone worth befriending.

"All right, after dinner, then. Where would you like to meet?"

[wisdominshadows]

She merely gives him a pointed look and a raised eyebrow.

"What about the library?"

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin grins again. Zelda does the pointed look and the raised eyebrow at least as well as Curufin's brother Maglor does.

"The library sounds like an excellent meeting place. You're going to bring the documents with you?"

[wisdominshadows]

That is a high standard, to be sure.

"Of course. It wouldn't make much sense to do otherwise."

[so_dark_a_road]

Indeed it is! And Zelda surely lives up to it.

"All right, then I'll meet you there after dinner. I'm looking forward to it!"

[wisdominshadows]

"Until then," she says with a nod.

[so_dark_a_road]

"Until then!" he says, climbing out of the trunk and checking his SCA to see which room he is now assigned. He gives her a friendly wave and heads out of the Luggage Car.