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[annatarr]

[ It had taken Mairon some time to get himself acquainted with Tranquility before sending out a greeting to the network. There was nothing here that made him think that he would be known, that he would have to worry about the Valar, but also no trace of Melkor or his kin. He was alone on this ship, this prison in space. He had thought that, perhaps, it was a creation of the Valar, but there was nothing that lent to their touch upon it; only darkness and shadows and whispers in the cracks.

Mairon found himself rather enjoying it.

And the pleasantness is conveyed through in his greeting, all bright eyes and sharp smiles; the malice and cruelty of the Lieutenant of Angband gone and in it's place, something softer. He bows his head at the device, bright hair hanging about his face carelessly as he greets all who might see him on this strange ship.]

Greetings and well met. [ His smile is humble, perfect, practiced.] I am Mairon, servant of the great lord Aule, but that matters not here I suppose. [He laughs, lets the sound echo a moment before he continues speaking.]

I am coming to you, like many others I am sure, with a question. Or perhaps two. I seek a space to put my skills to use, as I am a smith. I do not know if such a trade is useful upon this vessel, but I thought it best to try. [ There's another smile, just as well practiced and sincere as the first.] I am aware that there are forges but... I do not wish to impede upon others if they have already made them their own. That is not my intentions, but I do wish to put my skills to their best use.

[ Which also means that he will be as nice as he needs to be in order to lull everyone into a false sense of security. He does not know the score here, and he shall not show his hand before the time is right. He can be humble if the situation calls for it.

Mairon opens his mouth, poised to say more, but he thinks better of it. Giving the feed an almost shy smile before tilting his head in something that resembles gratitude.] I shall offer my thanks in advance, and well wishes for those that may provide me with answers.

[ The feed clicks off, Mairon's smile fading into blackness.]

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[inafadingcrown]

How bold your lies are when you believe they will go unchecked. [Mairon may be all smiles and charm, but Galadriel does not bother with artifice. Her eyes are sharp, her words dripping with disdain.]

Lord Aule would be startled, no doubt, to hear you claim allegiance to him once again.

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[fertilefeet]

[All that comes through are various quenya curses.]

[muscovy]

[Aulë. He's heard that name, it just takes him a moment to put it down right. Maglor mentioned it when telling him where the Dwarves come from. Mairon... No, he hasn't heard that one (thanks, dad).

Peering into the feed curiously.] So you are like Tilion? [Sure, there could be more Aules than one across the multiverse, but he'll just go ahead and assume that that is not the case. He'll know in a few, anyway.]

[Not here... yet?]

[undyingbeliefs]

[Evangeline is all for being helpful, but she takes note of the... less than welcome greeting made by some and chooses to quietly observe for the time being.]



[OOC: I'll just edit this if she does choose to speak o7]