A task for an Artificer [Open]

[laurefindil]

Hello, I do hope I am using this correctly.

I am looking for an artificer to assist with a project. It has come to my attention that the stools on this train are, 'one size fits some of the people' and not adjustable. Would anyone be interested in taking on a project to create stools that can change height?

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[laurefindil]

I can do that. I think I am getting the hang of this thing. [he laughs] Watch though, the next time I use it I will do something odd, just because I said that!

They are good fun at a feast, I do agree. You should have seen Aragon and Arwen's wedding feast. It lasted for six and a half days. [He laughs at the sight, especially since the tall Curufin had to bend over to get mock hit.]

Men? Sure, pick a hard one. There are so many different kinds. But for the most part the Men of my acquaintance aspire to greatness...even when they don't. [he laughs yet again.] They are hasty beings, driven by their limited lives to do as much as possible, but they are....I'd have to say they are more defined by their diversity. Some are good singers, some are good fighters, some are good drinkers, etc. It is hard to pick a single trait that I would look at and say, "that is to be a Man." What would you use to describe them?

[so_dark_a_road]

I think you will be fine on this train, using the network. [ He laughs, too. ] Go ahead, do something odd! Be an Elf of your word!

I wish I had been alive in the Second and Third Ages, as I have said. I could have attended King Aragorn's and Queen Arwen's wedding feast and gotten drunk with you and the Dwarves and anybody else who cared to raise a glass with me. [ He mimes getting up off the floor and lifts an imaginary glass to his boisterous imaginary Dwarf friend and then to Glorfindel. ]

My perception of Mortal Men is much like yours. We Fëanorions had some mortal tribes as allies, and I got to know some of them. Yes, they are hasty, due to the need to achieve their goals and dreams in a very short time. I'd say that's their defining characteristic, actually.

[laurefindil]

I didn't say it would be on purpose! [Glorfindel laughed.]

It was a feast to remember, to be sure. The Dwarves were crashed out on the floor, the people of Gondor and the Rhohirrim, were embracing each other as long lost brothers and sisters. Indeed, Faramir and Elowyn pledged their love at some point during the festivities. I do not thing Eomer was particularly happy about losing his sister, but he was quite impressed with Faramir, so that did take the sting out of it. You would have fit right in, I am certain. Poor Legolas had to mostly behave himself as he was representing the Greenwood. Mostly.

So, who does that leave us? Elves? How would you define us?