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[noirant]

 Gracious, one might almost believe that we were playing hide-and-seek. 

[ Felix drawls. The words are carefully picked with a leisured scorn, but they don’t do much to hide his growing flush ... or the twigs and leaves tangled in his hair. A fat green caterpillar inches its way across a shoulder, and something chitters from out view.

The heavy trees of La Llorona droop dark over the little path behind him, their branches like so many grasping fingers. He can't be very far into the forest, but the way is overgrown, and the trail plainly disused. 

As far as Felix is concerned, it’s still the ninth month, and he’s still traveling to the Station with a troll and a god in tow. ] 

As my erstwhile traveling companions appear to have taken the maps, supplies, and horses along upon their game, I find myself tasked with troubling assistance from any amongst you with more familiar with —

[ A yelp, and the locket drops. A few moments later, a visibly more harried-looking Felix scowls back into view, his eyes shot wide. An enormous, hairy leg twitches feebly from the edge of the frame, trailing a hazy line of green smoke. ] 

— The forest, and its bug problems.


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[sculptor_of_aman]

[She nods.]

Yes, my son. My secondborn. Dark hair, musician... I suppose you know him by the Sindarized version, Maglor. Makalaurë is the name I gave him at birth.

[noirant]

To be perfectly honest, I don't know him by either.

[ Felix shrugs, slipping his hands into his pockets. ]

Though it must be comfort to have family so close at hand. [ As genuine a sentiment as he's likely to speak. ]Do your people usually take two names?

[sculptor_of_aman]

At least two. Ñoldorin fathers grant their children names at birth. The mothers also give a name, the amilessë, though it may be given at any time. All seven of mine I named at their births, save one of the twins. They shared the name I gave them at birth, so alike they were, but their father insisted one have a different one to call his own. My Umbarto. Ambarto, his father would say. And truly I am not sure which became which, for I was not present to witness it.

Then there are names bestowed by friends, those chosen for oneself... There is no limit to the names one of our people can acquire. I prefer to use the name my father gave me, but... there is another. Few know of it.