[There's a knock on the door, but nobody is there upon answering. Instead, there is a palm-sized rubber duck with molded, long red hair and tail feathers like a pheasant. It comes with a means to wind it up with a small key, allowing it to swim when placed in water. Squeezing the little ducky makes a spray of magicked sparkles leave its beak alongside the signature squeak.
There is no note, no discernible means to deduce who'd made it. That's helpful!]
[This sort of gift giving holiday is fairly new to him so he has not truly been expecting any gifts. That does not, however, mean he is not thankful for them when they arrive and this one is a rather endearing looking thing.
He bends down to pick it up with a smile, turning it this way and that as he examines it with obvious fascination. Is it supposed to be him? Experimentaly he winds up the key to see what it does and makes a thoughtful noise as it's little feet starts too move as if it were swimming and when he squeezes it he laughs in delight at the sparkles it produces.
He does look for any sort of note that might have been left behind for he truly wishes to be able to thank whoever gave it too him properly, but alas there seems to be none.]
[ Some time after Maedhros' network post, a package arrives for him at his shared house: Four quivers of arrows, each carefully marked with one of two colors, and labeled: Yellow for exploding arrows, green for normal arrows. Just in case of any mix ups, each arrow has a little colored tag corresponding to its purpose. Always good to try to avoid any potential incidents. ]
Having never really met Maedhros in person before, Tieve was forced to ask around as to where to find him and what he looks like. The description is pretty distinctive; elves where she comes from are not usually so tall! Even Halsin, an outlier among elves, doesn't quite match this man's height. In any case, it makes him easy to track down, so at some point in the afternoon of a cold, sunny day, a young human woman approaches him. The green emerald brooch on her collar marks her as a Dryad Visitor, but beyond that she's not entirely indistictive, herself. Dark hair and eyes, burn scars marring the left side of her face, and an elegant pale blue tree tattooed across her forehead and the bridge of her nose.
Also, she has ornaments pinned to her skirts and boots, and she jingles when she walks.
"Hello," she greets, "I'm Tieve. You must be Maedhros. Can we talk here?"
He is, in truth, hard to miss in his own world as well. Tall as his people get most of them never quite reaches his height, fewer still are those that share his red hair as well. He sticks out like a sore thumb nowhether where he is and he's quite come to terms with that fact. Having somewhat expected her to show up he greets her graciously when she does. Not seeming the least bothered by the burn, but considering his missing hand he's no stranger to grevious injuries himself.
"Well met, Tieve." He greets her with a small bow of his head. "Please, come inside and we may speak."
He's very handsome! Which is not uncommon among elves, but there's a sort of glow to him she wasn't exactly prepared for. It reminds her of the Court, a little, but she doesn't think it's a glamour. Just something that lives inside him somehow. Interesting!
"Well met," she echoes, and curtseys, though she doesn't think he requires such formality. "Thank you, I'd like to come inside."
"I almost feel as though I should have brought a gift, but I suppose you don't expect that. Still, if there's any work you'd like done, I'm happy to help. I'm quite good at laundry and mending."
The light he grew up under does live in him, as it does in all elves of his world who lived in Valinor during the Age of the Tree's. It had been taken from him for a time in this place but now it was returned and he felt so much lighter for it.
He does not, it's just that he is so very old his own formal manners are a hard habit to break. "Then you are much welcome here." He says and steps aside to let her in.
"No need for gifts, friend." He assures her. "I have always considered new friendships to be gift enough for most things. But I suppose mending clothing and such like would be an easier thing to do with two hands rather than one, so I shall keep your offer in mind should I ever need it." He can mend some things for himself, it just... does not always have the prettiest results.
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Date: 2024-12-26 05:15 am (UTC)There is no note, no discernible means to deduce who'd made it. That's helpful!]
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Date: 2024-12-26 09:07 am (UTC)He bends down to pick it up with a smile, turning it this way and that as he examines it with obvious fascination. Is it supposed to be him? Experimentaly he winds up the key to see what it does and makes a thoughtful noise as it's little feet starts too move as if it were swimming and when he squeezes it he laughs in delight at the sparkles it produces.
He does look for any sort of note that might have been left behind for he truly wishes to be able to thank whoever gave it too him properly, but alas there seems to be none.]
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Date: 2025-05-20 12:19 am (UTC)action > some time between the event and the TDM
Date: 2025-12-07 05:55 pm (UTC)Also, she has ornaments pinned to her skirts and boots, and she jingles when she walks.
"Hello," she greets, "I'm Tieve. You must be Maedhros. Can we talk here?"
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Date: 2025-12-07 06:19 pm (UTC)"Well met, Tieve." He greets her with a small bow of his head. "Please, come inside and we may speak."
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Date: 2025-12-20 04:02 pm (UTC)"Well met," she echoes, and curtseys, though she doesn't think he requires such formality. "Thank you, I'd like to come inside."
"I almost feel as though I should have brought a gift, but I suppose you don't expect that. Still, if there's any work you'd like done, I'm happy to help. I'm quite good at laundry and mending."
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Date: 2025-12-21 03:04 pm (UTC)He does not, it's just that he is so very old his own formal manners are a hard habit to break. "Then you are much welcome here." He says and steps aside to let her in.
"No need for gifts, friend." He assures her. "I have always considered new friendships to be gift enough for most things. But I suppose mending clothing and such like would be an easier thing to do with two hands rather than one, so I shall keep your offer in mind should I ever need it." He can mend some things for himself, it just... does not always have the prettiest results.