"As a smith, I can certainly agree with that. And as an Elvish lighting technician." He smiled back. "Gold and silver lights around the Mindon Square in Tirion, those unquestionably helped people avoid falling down on the cobblestones of the street. Definitely both hues for balance!"
He had to laugh a little. "Poor Mithrandir. Hitting his head on the ceilings and door lintels in a hobbit house! I hope he availed himself of Elrond's healing skills when he returned to Rivendell."
Faith, food, and physical contact, the three great "F's" of existence. Wait, there's a fourth "F," but Elves are too polite to say that one.
Curufin sat down and waited quietly and let Glorfindel gather the supplies to clean up the wound. It surprised him that Glorfindel's golden glow shielded him from the pain of having that wound cleaned with washcloths and gauze, and he was appreciative of that, even though he wouldn't have complained if it hadn't been so. "You're a good doctor, do you know that, Glorfindel?"
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He had to laugh a little. "Poor Mithrandir. Hitting his head on the ceilings and door lintels in a hobbit house! I hope he availed himself of Elrond's healing skills when he returned to Rivendell."
Faith, food, and physical contact, the three great "F's" of existence.
Wait, there's a fourth "F," but Elves are too polite to say that one.Curufin sat down and waited quietly and let Glorfindel gather the supplies to clean up the wound. It surprised him that Glorfindel's golden glow shielded him from the pain of having that wound cleaned with washcloths and gauze, and he was appreciative of that, even though he wouldn't have complained if it hadn't been so. "You're a good doctor, do you know that, Glorfindel?"