so_dark_a_road: (many secrets of craft)
Curufin, son of Fëanor ([personal profile] so_dark_a_road) wrote in [community profile] middleofsomewhere 2020-07-15 06:07 am (UTC)

"Oh, thanks for the compliment." He grinned mischivously. Besides, Glorfindel never turned pink, he turned golden. "You're pretty hot yourself."

Elvish apple crisp, savior of social situations! But right, perhaps not so well-known as lembas.

"I think I'd make two of any Dwarf, as far as height goes." He grinned. "Maybe if I stopped shaving, I'd grow a Dwarvish beard, though. Ho ho, actually, I tried, back in the old days. But I only have to shave once every six months anyway, so it just didn't work." You'd think anybody who produces as much testosterone as Curufin does would have a beard, but nope. Elvish physiology just doesn't work that way.

"Thanks, Glorfindel, you always say nice things to me. If Orange Team needs the power grid turned on, I might be able to do that. Or if they need me to jump about with my sword, slashing and hacking monsters, I'm good at that, too."

The evidence of stubbornness joke was very funny. "We don't have time right now, but how about after the mission? Numbered and alphabetical, please!"

"Okay, if I need anything, I'll take you up on your offer and contact you via the SCA." He smiled at Glorfindel's use of the word crowdsource. Curufin only knew what it meant because he knew Webmind and a few other moderns, and they used that term sometimes.

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