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[elvenking]

[The Elvenking doesn't really like the tiny typey thingy. Font lacks the character of the person communicating in a way both handwriting and speaking do not. But in this case, that's what makes him feel safer. Even though the text is not anonymous, he feels like there are a few layers between him and the emotional implications surrounding this question.]

What is it like to forget?

[There is no chance of him explaining to anyone why this question is so important, but he'd like a frame of reference right now. It's not that elves have eidetic memory, exactly, but forgetting half a song is different from forgetting the place you grew up in. Just to state a random example.]

Comments

[harriedosborn]

Names don't usually. Unless your parents have ego.

[elvenking]

Ego?

[harriedosborn]

Y'know -- like self-importance?

[elvenking]

Ah. [He considers Finwë's children.] Indeed.

[harriedosborn]

Um-- [ Anyway. ] You must hate it up here then, huh?

[elvenking]

[Another no duh look. Or maybe it's just a completely, utterly miserable one. As much misery as such a habitually stoic face can convey, anyway.]

[harriedosborn]

'M sorry. I don't like it much either.

[elvenking]

Children of the world are not meant to live in a place like this, apart from the sky.

[harriedosborn]

[ He nods. ]

It's nice to have both feet on the ground. I don't know why anyone would be comfortable being stuck somewhere they call "the final frontier" non-voluntarily.

[elvenking]

Shall we never be taken to any world with turf and sky on this voyage?

[harriedosborn]

It'd be nice. I heard it does make stops sometimes.