Beleg? [Celebrimbor's eyes widened and his head dipped down in a deep nod that was far more respectful than his previous abrupt greeting. Indeed it was a rarity for the Feanorian to show such deference to another. But he had heard of the exploits of Cuthalion, Thingol's greatest marchwarden, and the respect was wholly deserved.] I am honored to meet you.
[The grin faded from his face though and he paused the intial delight of simply seeing another elf draining away in the face of the complicated, bloody history of their two peoples. His voice drew tight, and uncomfortable,] And I'm Celebrimbor. Formerly [His chin jutted out defensively,] Of the House of Feanor.
im sure you will! I've heard great things c:
[The grin faded from his face though and he paused the intial delight of simply seeing another elf draining away in the face of the complicated, bloody history of their two peoples. His voice drew tight, and uncomfortable,] And I'm Celebrimbor. Formerly [His chin jutted out defensively,] Of the House of Feanor.