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[sendiintheclown]

 Does anyone know where I might find some good adhesive and possibly some sandpaper? I've got a good selection of bamboo that I want to cut into strips and laminate together to make practice knives so people can learn how to fight and protect themselves on missions if need be. But I need a way to do the lamination and something to smooth the edges and properly shape them. 

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[sendiintheclown]

I don't think I've met Feanor yet, but I did run into Curufin in the greenhouse before. I think I will ask him. Thank you.

[marriedanidiot]

You're welcome. [ She smiles back ]

I'm almost always in the garden - you remember, where you and little Amira found me. Come and find me any time you need more sandpaper.

[sendiintheclown]

I will do so, thank you. I intend to do most of the work there as the shavings and dust will make for decent fertilizer for the plants.

[marriedanidiot]

That is a good thought, and a clever one.

[ She smiles ]

We will see each other often, then!

[sendiintheclown]

Listen for the sound of a flute, I like to sit in there to play.

[marriedanidiot]

A musician!

[ She claps ]

Oh, tis good to know others play. I will enjoy waiting to hear you play.

[sendiintheclown]

I'm still adjusting to the bamboo flute Glorfindel helped me make, but I think I'm doing alright. I'm used to using a metal one.

[marriedanidiot]

I see! I confess, woodwind is not one of my strengths, so I fear I am unable to help you there. I can play the harp, a little, but that is the extent of my musical ability.

[sendiintheclown]

And I bet we don't have anything good to make harp strings from, do we? Which is a shame, because I think some bamboo could be bent and formed into a harp shape.

[marriedanidiot]

Sadly not! But I am... well, fortunate in one way, I suppose. When my son left, he left behind his harp.

[sendiintheclown]

I'm sorry to hear that he left, but at least you have something to remember him by.

[marriedanidiot]

Even so.

[ She smiles a little sadly ]

And it really is a lovely instrument, and I am glad to have it to remember him by.

[sendiintheclown]

Considering what I've seen of Elven goods, I'm not surprised.

[marriedanidiot]

[ She chuckles ]

As a people we seek for perfection of form over function. After all, if you're going to use a thing for a very long time, should it not also be pleasing to look at?

[sendiintheclown]

That is an excellent point. Humans in my world try to do the same when it comes to art, but not always with things that are more functional. But to some, industrialism is its own art style.

[marriedanidiot]

[ She wrinkles her nose ]

Well, anything can be art I suppose, but is it beautiful, is the question.

[sendiintheclown]

[He smirks a little.]

But isn't beauty in the eye of the beholder?

[marriedanidiot]

[ She laughs softly ]

Well, there is some truth in that. But equally there is beauty and there is Beauty, and some things are just... ugly.

[sendiintheclown]

[He chuckles and nods.]

How very true. Thankfully nothing on this train so far seems to be visually offensive in that way.

[marriedanidiot]

Indeed! Well, it's very spartan, by my standards, but not unlovely.

[sendiintheclown]

It's a lot nicer than some places I've been. The beds are softer and warmer than some I've had.

[marriedanidiot]

Hah! There is a good deal of truth to that. I am old enough now to appreciate a roof over my head, and a comfortable bed.

[sendiintheclown]

Hot and cold running water, a kitchen that's stocked with food...

[marriedanidiot]

Absolute marvels of comfort!

[ She agrees with him ]

Every time I grow complacent, or disquieted, I remind myself of those.

[sendiintheclown]

I do the same thing. It's easy to forget the hard times, but also important to remember them.