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Author Topic: Little Town, Full of Little People  (Read 935 times)


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Little Town, Full of Little People
« on: May 22, 2020, 08:01:31 AM »
A gray blanket of clouds overhead turned up a hazy mist over the fields as they drew nearer to Bree, along with a thin drizzle of rain… Not the most dazzling first impression Alvelin would have liked for Pellavan to gaze at on his first day in town.  But hey, the weather couldn't be sunny and grand all the time. And it was wet days like these that made the harvest grow. Not that it bothered Alvelin to stroll outside and ignore the waterdrops seeping through her clothes, but having the option of shelter available, and with her young ward to prioritize, it would be best that the two of them retreat indoors while the rain persisted, for the time being.

Across the Market Square, down Whitestone Street, they arrived at the inn of the Merry Harper.  Having lodged in Bree numerous times, Alvelin knew the inns in the area well.  Compared to the more popular Prancing Pony, the Merry Harper was a little more…decent.  Not as large, crowded or rowdy as the Prancing Pony, though it charged a little more for its services.  But for Pellavan's safety, spending the extra coin was worth it, to avoid the bulk of unsavory or suspicious characters that populated the Prancing Pony.  And for comfort, the Merry Harper did have a nicer interior and a more peaceful atmosphere, located in a more gardenesque area of Bree, with a view of the pastoral homesteads nearby.

First things first was to check if there were rooms available (though Alvelin had already bet on it when she told Pellavan's mother about which inn to find them at; it'd be humiliating if there weren't any rooms available; but fortunately Alvelin's hunch lucked out and the inn still had vacancies) and most importantly, ask if the inn was pet-friendly. More specifically dog-friendly. Cat-friendly was already evident, as soon as Alvelin entered the lobby to find a pump orange tabby dozing on top of the reception counter. Pellavan's little terrier, Nárë, was no bigger than the cat, and just as clean, quiet and well behaved, Pellavan assured. With that claim, the woman innkeeper had no qualms with letting Nárë stay inside the inn, so long as she was under Pellavan's supervision and didn't bother the guests.

Once Odie and Midnightfire were tucked inside their warm stalls with full hay mangers, the two Elves would haul their bags to the inn, to their room upstairs. Alvelin doubted the two beds would be utilized much, except maybe for Pellavan, since he was the 'child' between the two and might feel the need to lie down more often than she, who could just as easily rest her eyes while leaning back in a chair - along with the table and dresser that furnished the room.  As well as a private space for them to stow their belongings, the main purpose of the room was to provide a meeting point for Pellavan's sister, who would be picking him up from Bree in two weeks, and in case Alvelin should not be around to watch over him, Pellavan would still have a safe shelter to retreat to. That is, if he ever grew tired of exploring Bree.  The room might hardly be used at all, except to access their belongings.  Alvelin was more likely to find sleep on a patch of grass than on a bed.

Only two more weeks of chaperoning to go.  Their journey to Bree was longer than their actual stay there. Well, Pellavan's stay anyway. Who knew how long Alvelin would stick around, if anything called her elsewhere.  Right. She could do this.  Not that Alvelin didn't enjoy Pellavan's company, but keeping her eye out for an elfling that was not her own was a little bit pressuring for her mind to keep tabs of, else Pellavan's family wouldn't forgive her if something bad happened to him, she feared.

"Hopefully the weather clears in the morning. Or sooner." Alvelin peered through the window. Behind the trickling glass pane and clouded gray sky, the sun would shine mid-afternoon.  Rain on Pellavan's parade, indeed; Alvelin would hate for him to be disappointed if he couldn't enjoy the fullest of his two short weeks in Bree due to imperfect weather.  "If you care for a walk around town, I'll join you," she offered good-humoredly. The light rain wouldn't hinder most Bree-folk from walking around and going about daily business. "But if you're hungry - I bet Nárë is…" Alvelin chuckled at the bubbly terrier pricking her ears at the suggestion of food. "-We can go for a bite downstairs. And there's plenty of people around to talk to," she pointed out.  Elves, Men, Dwarves, Hobbits. A variety of guests to chat and share stories with, or simply watch and eavesdrop unintentionally due to heightened Elf hearing. Plenty of entertainment to be found inside the Merry Harper. 

After changing her damp tunic for a dry dress to lounge the rest of the day in, Alvelin headed for the tavern room downstairs. A little over a month ago, she had spent a night at the Merry Harper - on her trip from Lindon to Rivendell - and so recognized several faces from her last visit, including the woman innkeeper Gracella "Gracey" and her orange tabby tom Peaty, and a few other Men and Hobbits that operated or frequented the tavern.  Even if Pellavan still wasn't so fluent in Westron, at least he understood the language moreso than he was able to speak it, enough to hold a conversation with the Bree-folk, or rather listen to them.

Among the itinerary of things Alvelin had formulated for Pellavan to do in Bree, food was at the top of her list.  "Now," Alvelin emphasized eagerly. "Time to sample one of everything that's in this tavern. Except the alcohol of course. Not that the Man-made stuff here will affect you, if you insist" She didn't see any harm in letting the elfling dab his tongue in it if he was curious, so long as his mother and sisters didn't find out. "But it's hardly worth it, believe me." There was no point in tolerating the awful taste if it didn't do anything. Might as well drink something more palatable. "There is a nice apple cider however," she recommended to Pellavan. "Oh- Tugo!" Alvelin called out and waved excitedly over the kitchen counter, catching the old Hobbit chef's attention. "Pottage and bread, two servings please. And two cups apple cider." Her eyes glittered with mirth.

Nothing in Bree - food (except a few Hobbit-made dishes) or architecture - could compare to that of the Elves, but Alvelin had passed through the town so often during her travels that it had become like a second home to her. It was one of the few places she would encounter people more than once, in their lifetimes.  Returning to Bree had brought waves of bittersweet sorrow, behind Alvelin's cheery countenance, though it weighed heavy on her heart as the days to her departure counted down.

Because just like Pellavan, she was determined to savor as much as she could of Bree before heading south, though she had not revealed to Pellavan the extent of how far south she planned on traveling. This time, it would be a journey farther south than any she had ever done before… where there would be no maps to guide her… and no promise of return.
« Last Edit: May 22, 2020, 08:28:32 AM by Alvelin »


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Re: Little Town, Full of Little People
« Reply #1 on: May 26, 2020, 04:56:31 PM »
With all of his own wanderings, Pellavan had been stuck out in the rain plenty of times, although if he saw the clouds coming he usually turned back in towards Rivendell from the surrounding forest cover rather quickly. That was different than having to deal with it on the way towards shelter, but still, the young Elf was determined not to let it get him down! He had a travel cloak which he could conveniently wrap Nárë up in next to him to shield the little dog and was guarded from the worst of it himself.

The Merry Harper lived up to its name, and was a welcomed sight up ahead and as they made their way there. Still unsure about her reception, Pellavan continued to hold Nárë and until she had been cleared. The terrier merely sniffed at the tabby and then panted happily in greeting. Pel of course promised to watch her and thus clearance was granted!

In the let ups in the drizzle, Pel let Nárë trot along beside him, after watching her for a bit and to make sure she wouldn't take off with all the new smells, as they neared the stables and during the portion of their journey over where they walked the horses. She still sniffed at all the new smells, but stayed close. Horses were already a familiar scent, this journey aside, and having wandered into the Elven stables before, but also Nárë thought she could recall the scents of leather and hay from her earlier memories too both before her eyes opened and when squished in with her litter.

She'd been handed over to Pellavan just after being weaned, and before any official training (making her good temperament all the more extraordinary) but had vague sorts of memories of it and investigated until she found some hay piled up, which she burrowed herself into. Thankfully it wasn't of any use and had just accumulated so the stable owners didn't seem to mind. "Nárë", Pellavan chuckled and picked her up again, brushing her off. They then made their way back.

Upstairs, and in their room, Pellavan glanced out at the weather once more even as Alvelin said hopefully the next day would be clearer. Pellavan nodded, to both. "Yeah I think it will take more than the drizzle to stop me and Nárë", he said, grinning at the terrier who gave a pant of agreement, as well as stood back up fully at the prospect of food.

"I'll stick with the cider", Pellavan agreed as they made their way downstairs. There was no real reason to try the alcohol if it was only another drink, and not that good anyway, as Alvelin said it was. As they sat, Pel just waited to try Bree's pottage and bread, and cider, as well as watched the curious Hobbit walk off and waited for him to return so he could investigate him further. "I was really little when Bilbo Baggins first came through Rivendell, and remember more hearing about it than recall it myself, but...".

Pellavan's explanation was hindered as he heard Nárë perk up more than any of the others in the inn did, the dog still being all but silent as she sniffed a scent she hadn't smelled since her puppy-hood days! Yet, again, the memory was still lodged; and with a happy pant she stood and quietly made her way over to a destination she seemed to have clearly in mind. "Nárë...", Pellavan stood and followed, eager to make sure his dog didn't cause trouble.

The terrier paused at a chair where a Dwarf sat. Even in her excitement, Nárë didn't bark, just lifted up to put her paws on the Dwarf's chair. This also wasn't a snub to Pellavan, and she glanced for her owner, wanting to show him what and who she'd found! Pel soon caught up and scooped her up, looking just as stunned as he spotted the Dwarf, and one he recognized!

"Master Fritz!", he grinned, then turned to Alvelin, who had no doubt come to see where they'd both went!* "This is the Dwarf who gave me Nárë!", he explained, before turning back to Fritz and the young Dwarf girl with him who looked a bit older than him, but then given Elf ages it was just this stage no doubt and he would quickly catch up and even surpass. "How do you do? I'm Pellavan!", with no hesitation, and even a smile, Pellavan nodded to her.

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Re: Little Town, Full of Little People
« Reply #2 on: May 26, 2020, 05:10:19 PM »
Alvelin wasn't the only one with a guardian to show around the at times bleak cloud cover of Bree. If Fritz was honest with himself, he was looking forward to this as much, if not more so, perhaps, than even Tuuli was! When his niece had asked question after question about the smithing and forging process, Fritz had happily obliged with as many answers as she required, and without pressure as well. His own son, Friór's, interests lay more with woodworking than metal and, having found his own passion at about Thirty, Fritz was of the opinion all the Dwarflings in his family should be free to do the same.

His and his brothers' own interests had varied growing up, and each turning to what they were naturally drawn towards.

Yet, it would also be a lie to say he wasn't pleased he got to show off his know-how to his niece. Fritz had shown Tuuli everything, as her questions turned to wanting to try her hand, and while the girl had turned out her own small daggers by now she seemed to really enjoy banging out horseshoes and even bending metal in an artistic way with wrought iron, if simple baskets for the moment.

Little surprise of Dagmar's daughter, and adoption which discounted any hereditary explanations of the trait aside.

Today was about the other side of forging anything, business. Though Tuuli had also seen some of that, dropping off her horseshoes by the Ered Luin stables, once they were of useful shape, where Andar was Stable Master and so the girl had no doubt a bit unfair of an advantage of an available position for them at any given time.

Their clan as a whole still wasn't helping that rumor of things being handed to them a bit too often, but if family members of theirs had earned legitimate positions, it was their right to also use them.

Or so said Fritz, who had never let such rumors get to him, since he'd also made such a point to earn his own way all along.

Under both of her uncles' guidance and pointers, on steel and horses, some of the horseshoes Tuuli had made for selling off on this trip could fit a full grown horse used by Men, and not just the ponies she was used to sizing for, them being what Dwarves utilized. She had pony sized with her as well, and since all sorts came through Bree.

In getting his facts sorted, Fritz also had heard of the Merry Harper's reputation and pegged it out as the safest bet, and with one who still counted as a child with him. They said parenthood changed a person, and charge of any child seemed to do so. While not the worst inn (Kvasir said The Quiet Lady held that honor far as he knew!) the Prancing Pony could be rowdy at times. His wife's own experiences, and especially that time Fritz unknowingly aided a reunion between her and her brother, proved such!

It was so strange, but at the time Fritz had seen nothing wrong with his own self traipsing all about Bree and taking, perhaps, risks with some of the establishments; but years later and throw his son, nieces or nephew in the mix and suddenly everything was potentially dangerous! Or more so than it had been. Fritz had also been used to being the youngest child of his siblings. Had his brothers and Dags dealt with this on a regular basis?!

He might owe them an apology. Maybe.

Fritz didn't know if the inn had been around when Líknví took refuge in this city, and even if so, no doubt the humble girl had seen it as too much to try for, though perfect was the word that came to Fritz as they stepped over the threshold and beheld the charming interior. Especially after the drizzle that had chased them inside. Of course...he and Kvasir might not have ever discovered Líknví was in Bree here...Fritz shrugged off that fate sort of consideration along with his cloak, and took Ti's, as the innkeeper came over. A place like this, Fritz was determined he shouldn't drip on the floor, and the charming female proprietor just reinforced that.

"Well, it's been quite a day!" she commented, as Ti made her way over to pet the tabby, "Elves and Dwarves". Her smile was all welcome and...light as it had been delivered, Fritz realized that living in Bree she no doubt knew of the typical prejudices an eclectic mix brought and had been half warning them. Fritz was quick to smile reassuringly, plus the odds of actually encountering these Elves were still no doubt slim. It didn't change his decision of staying here.


"Are you worried about the rain?", Ti asked as they stowed their things in their room. For tomorrow's selling plans she meant. Fritz smiled over to her. "Not really, it's such a fickle thing it could be gone by the morrow". He hated that it dampened Tuuli's own visit, but like he said, no sense getting their spirits down about it now and when things could very much change.

They'd arrived just in time for an evening meal, it seemed, all but just behind these Elves, though they didn't know that, and headed down with a similar purpose in mind. Elves could blend so well, not even a child Fritz had seen before, twice, and handed a puppy off to could gain the smith's attention, and in this crowded place. Especially not when the Hobbit who came to take their orders drew Tuuli's attention the most. It was mutual, it seemed, and Fritz wasn't sure if the Hobbit had ever seen a Dwarf maiden, let alone one as young as Ti.

After taking their orders, she smiled all the more as her interest caused Ti to introduce herself, and give her nickname of Tulip, as she at times did. "Well then you would fit right in to the Shire Miss Tulip, though I promise not to steal you", she gave Fritz a wink.

"Yes, please don't", Fritz laughed, "I don't think I could explain that to my sister". It was after she left, and as he turned to ask something more of his niece, that a small form raising up to still silently put her paws on his chair drew his attention. It was a terrier that looked a lot like his son's birthday present, Speck (short for Speckle) had. Of course the dog had long since passed. Wait...

If the dog wasn't clue enough, the small Elf child who followed after and scooped her up was. "Well Pellavan!", Fritz grinned, glancing from the child to the terrier, "Which makes this little Nárë, who I thought I recognized", Fritz scratched the terrier behind the ears, ”She's shot up...where as you hardly have", he grinned from the dog to the Elf child.

Tuuli had watched this interaction, and both of the Elves approach, curiously and gave back just as wide a grin as Pellavan introduced himself, and with the bits of the story she could already infer. Her cousin, Friór's, Thirtieth birthday present of a terrier pup, Speckle, had been the sweetest thing ever, and being so close in age to her cousin, Tuuli had enjoyed exploring with him at their heels as well. And this was the Elf child who had helped him out when he got stuck in a bush and for which favor Uncle Fritz had given him one of Speck's sired puppies?

Well, then Tuuli owed him for the favor as well!

Of course dogs had such short life-spans compared to Dwarves and Elves, and not only had Speck passed by now, but said pup had grown up. Nárë. It was a nice name, if Tuuli would have to ask after what it meant, since it was no doubt Elvish.

"Tuuli!", she gave back her own name just as unhesitatingly, and was on the verge of adding her nickname even when she did pause, and not for weighing the wisdom of giving such a thing to Elves (it wasn't her special Khuzdul name she would get when she turned Fifty) but still recognizing that even a family given nickname could make Uncle Fritz nervous if she just went and gave it freely!

Hobbits were one thing, she knew, Elves another, even a child Uncle Fritz trusted enough to give a puppy to! And there still was "the other one", though Tuuli smiled to her as well as Uncle Fritz also nodded. Yet maybe she still would eventually!

"You two should have a seat, shouldn't they Uncle Fritz?", she smiled to her uncle, and wasn't really challenging. Fritz smiled again, and reminded himself he was dealing with his sister's daughter, Dagmar being known for her own acceptance as well, and again, Pellavan was a good kid and no doubt the other Elf was as well. "Of course", he nodded, "If you wish".

{I guess we can get both of our Hobbits to coordinate both orders to whichever table they end up at if we have Fritz and Tuuli join them  . And yeah for reference, Tuuli looks the equivalent of 14-15}



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Re: Little Town, Full of Little People
« Reply #3 on: June 19, 2020, 02:09:45 AM »
In her haste, thinking about her and Pellaven's stomachs, she almost forgot about Nárë's!  Alvelin quickly boosted the order up to three servings - whatever the equivalent of a full belly's worth for a small terrier was - she would pay for it of course. Any spare cuts of meat, vegetables and bread would do for a well-balanced meal. No need for Tugo to sacrifice his labor-of-love pottage to feed to a dog, if the notion would be an insult to the chef by demeaning his food. Not that Tugo was anything but a pleasant Hobbit, not easily offended by such requests - so long as it was a paying customer.

Taking a seat with Pellavan, Alvelin's interest briefly peaked at the elfling's mention of "Baggins". No stranger to the Shire either, she recognized the name as being fairly common and talked about among most Hobbits, having met one or two Bagginses herself.  She was ready to hear a story, whatever Pellavan had to say about Bilbo, but before he could get any further into it he was then sidetracked by Nárë wandering off… on a mission, so it seemed.  Alvelin remained at the table, confident that Pellavan would be able to track down his pup and bring Nárë back, while she waited for their orders to arrive.

The dining room wasn't a vast area for her to keep track of Pellavan's whereabouts, as Alvelin glanced after her young ward to make sure he had a handle on Nárë's escapade in quick timing. So when the elfling halted beside one of the tables and didn't pull away, instead striking up conversation with a pair of Dwarf diners, it didn't escape Alvelin's notice for her to overhear the exchange of friendly greetings. Pellavan's excited invitation (be it a slight wave or facial expression as he looked over at Alvelin) would signal his guardian over to check up on the new company he had found.

"Small world," she chuckled in pleasant surprise, after Pellavan had introduced her to Fritz. "Ah yes, Pellavan told me. About the little thorn bush incident that gave him Nárë."  It was one of many stories Pellavan had shared with her on their way to Bree.  In case the Dwarf might be sensitive about having his name associated with Rivendell (moreso with potential eavesdroppers around), she purposely left out those little details. Enough had already been implied for Pellavan and Fritz to recall everything.

"I'm Alvelin," she introduced her name, and nicknames, in turn. "Also 'Alvy' or 'Ava', as others in Bree like to call me. I'll go by whichever is easiest for you to remember."  She doubted Pellavan needed to be asked twice to accept Tuuli's offer to sit with them. Alvelin was enthusiastic about getting to know the two Dwarves as well, not knowing half as many Dwarves as she would have liked, since so few were willing to extend such curtesy towards Elves, much less dine at the same table as them. Not that she blamed them or took their reservations personally, nor did such negative thoughts surface for her mind to dwell on, at this time.  She was simply glad to be talking with friendly people, and pulled out a chair to seat herself beside them.

"No relations. Just friends, Pellavan and I," she quickly clarified for those wondering if she was related to Pellavan. "And you two are…related?" She asked with a glance pointing between the two Dwarves, while also keeping her eye out for the Hobbit waitress that - soon enough - delivered their food as Alvelin spotted and waved her over: Two bowls of pottage, and bowls of chow and water for Nárë; along with bread and cider.

The kitchen served specialties and other items as well, requiring time and preparation, but for those impatient or needing a quick bite, there was always a pot of something being stirred and added to constantly. "Pottage of the day" was more like "pottage of the hour", depending on what produce was available and how many mouths at the tavern had to be fed. A surprise every time, never the same recipe, and actually quite popular with the regulars. No bad dish ever came from that kitchen, so long as Tugo was in charge.

Once those wafts of savory aromas hit her nostrils, Alvelin couldn't resist diving in, though on an empty stomach, she hardly paid attention to her speed of eating until, a few bites in, she shoved in a steaming spoonful of pottage that she had neglected to blow on.  After 300 years, turns out this oh-so-wise Elf had yet to master the lesson about being so hasty as to not cool down her food properly.  Fortunately she didn't sputter anything back out, huffing out the heat and swallowing her bite with composure.  Great. How else was she supposed to fully relish the rest of her food tasting experience in Bree, with a burned tongue?

"Sorry," she said sheepishly. "I'm not in a very graceful Elf mood when starving." Being caught up in the moment, surrounded by various races and Bree's merry atmosphere, didn't do well for her table manners, as she would normally be mindful of in an Elven household.

"Now one thing this tavern can't beat-" Alvelin lowered her voice to prevent the staff and customers from overhearing "-is Milly-Willy's cinnamon buns—if you two know about them." She glanced at the Dwarves before looking at Pellavan. "You and I are going to wait all night outside that store so we can get those fresh tomorrow morning." A little over-exaggerated, but nonetheless eager and determined to be at Milly-Willy's bakery as early as possible. Dessert for breakfast, why not?  Warm cinnamon dough and sticky cream glaze…"Mmh! They are amazing. Made by Hobbits of course, but they are so divine…"

Sugar ramblings aside, she turned her focus back to Fritz and Tuuli. 

"We met in Rivendell, precisely two and a half weeks ago."  She caught up on how Pellavan and her came to be together.  "I was leaving for Bree and this little elfling here wanted to come along, since he's never been away from home before. About time he experiences a new place – I'm from Lindon by the way. I have relatives in Rivendell, I was visiting – That was how Pellavan and I came to know each other."

She took a sip of cider.  "And what brings you both here to Bree? Pleasure? Business?" She asked the Dwarves. "Pleasure, for us," she gestured to her and Pellavan, adding playfully, "Though, I do think looking after this one would count as business - as his official guardian for the time-being - making sure he doesn't run into trouble.. stays safe.. keeping him entertained…  We'll be here for about two weeks. Pellavan, at least.  His sister ought to be picking him up by then.  As for me, I'll…probably meander on south.. Wandering."
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Re: Little Town, Full of Little People
« Reply #4 on: July 08, 2020, 10:20:14 PM »
Pellavan gave a chuckle at Fritz's teasing greeting, glad to see the Dwarf had not recanted or taken back his goodwill of before (and only expecting just enough from him and not pushing for too much).

Even though Pellavan was already well on his way to having a better view of Dwarves than some of those around him, with centuries under their belt, and maybe due to this fact, Tuuli freely giving her own name was another step in that direction he realized, and a sort of meeting on her own end.

It was bold to think two kids could fix centuries of mistrust, but it was a start, and, again, even if Pel also liked her uncle and steps had occurred there. He didn't even move to take Nárë back as he sat, glad to see his hastily perhaps putting Alvelin into a hard position hadn't truly done so. She willingly enough took the seat that Tuuli offered and even gave her nickname.

No one Pellavan knew really used Pel, or his mother and sisters didn't, it was more of a nickname that had come to his mind once and which he'd sort of kept at the back of such. "Uh...and I'll answer to Pel, if you want to use it", he added, "But I didn't give it before because I don't really...use it", he explained.

"Yes, don't worry, I told about you in the best light possible", he clarified to Fritz about his having told the story on their way over here, and as he waited to find out how Tuuli was related to Fritz, or have it confirmed. He had mentioned having a son when he had explained about Speckle's importance, and Tuuli had called him uncle, but then that could be a neighbor or mentor instead of literal.

Alvelin continued along the goodwill, whether she recognized it or not (and she probably did) with her honest reactions and admittance to a lack of grace. While the 'accusation' could be termed as true, or that Elves attempted grace at every turn they could, as Alvelin stated, and mentioned, they weren't infallible.

Though they didn't realize they did such, both Pellavan and Tuuli leaned forward at the exact same moment, in shared interest of youths across species as Alvelin mentioned the cinnamon-buns. He had just met her and yet Pellavan's gaze next sought out the one at the table that could also be termed his peer though stage of life, though Elf and Dwarf ages were hard to match and she might currently be a tad bit older in stage, with one single question in his dark eyes. Did they need to seek these cinnamon-buns out? With or without guardians, but probably with, and as Alvelin already gave her plan for how Pellavan would get his.

So the young Elf's look was more an invitation towards Tuuli. And Master Fritz. The Dwarf didn't strike him as so old that such wouldn't also appeal to him. Pellavan could only grin, almost guiltily as Alvelin told how he had come to be in her company and then eagerly waited to hear what brought Fritz and Tuuli there.



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Re: Little Town, Full of Little People
« Reply #5 on: July 08, 2020, 10:21:32 PM »
It shouldn't have come as a surprise that Pellavan had shared the story of how they met, and why Fritz would have handed off one of the offspring of his son's beloved dog (as well as a creature bred with the best of breeding, as any litter overseen by his nephew, Ashar, was) to an Elf child, but still, Fritz did wonder over his portrayal and exactly what Pellavan had said, until the lad assured he had only said the best of things in telling the story.

The Dwarf did also pick up how Alvelin was brief with her mentions, and didn't mention Rivendell in case it was a touchy subject. Truth be told, Fritz didn't know yet how he felt about the Elf city, and every time he found himself there didn't help. He'd been on edge when his sister visited to thank Elrond for his service to the Company, but then Pellavan had made entering the city again not so bad; or his focus had been too much on one little terrier to mind.

Both the child and his own niece's enthusiasm was too much to ignore, though, and Fritz of course nodded for both to take a seat. "I'm Fritz, and this is my niece, Tuuli, as she's already introduced", Fritz extended greeting back, as well as answered the question put to him.

He also didn't look put out by Tuuli's boldness, and gave her a small smile that admitted maybe taking her cues in this interaction wasn't such a bad thing. Though he found himself grateful she kept her private, family nickname to herself, for good or not.

Baby steps were allowed in Elf and Dwarf relations; and...Fritz reminded himself, his feelings were built solely on stories from others. He himself had yet to have a bad experience with an Elf and the grievances that older Dwarves listed were centuries back, it seemed.

Of course, Rivendell was different than Mirkwood. There personal grievance had been dealt to those close to him and his family, so he wasn't so sure how gracious he could be if he ever met Thranduil, or one of his wood.

Though he didn't say a word on it, Tuuli could pick up how her uncle would likely feel about her nickname her cousin had bestowed, but still wanted to help this encounter along, so gave a less personal nickname, and her own just shortened given name. "Ava, I like that, it's pretty, though your full name is too", she smiled to Alvelin, "You can also call me Ti if you want".

It seemed everyone had given a nickname but Fritz, and...his Khuzdul name was out of the question...though Pel had almost gotten it out of him, and had been instead given the translation, of it meaning flame in some part, to then give to Nárë. Still, he went on to explain this in case it looked like he was just withholding. And since he had once done so with Pellavan, the child could be forgiven for now reading that into this encounter, and Fritz would prefer he didn't.

"Being the youngest of six, perhaps they were just tired by that point, but I'm afraid my parents went so short with my name that I'm without a nickname, except perhaps my siblings trying to pronounce my name when young themselves", Fritz grinned, and attempted to show goodwill by sharing what he still felt safe, and his family wouldn't take issue with.

Oh sure, talking to an Elf, some of his family probably already took issue, but that aside.

"Yes, Ti here is my niece, my only sister's daughter", Fritz explained, and didn't explain any further. Her adoption was not a relevant fact, nor did it detract any from their relationship, and in truth it only came up when and if people knew of Dagmar's situation specifically, of the maiden having been engaged to Prince Fíli and later on adopting in young Tuuli, but not as much for her own sake as it was supposed as much as for the child herself.

Both Dwarves then looked taken aback, both at Alvelin's rapid pace of eating and later apology. She still managed a burned tongue well, and with some amount of grace even then, but perhaps that was also something that could be put upon gender more than Elves. Still, the try at fixing some Elvish stereotypes didn't go unnoticed, even if, for her sake, Fritz just smiled and nodded and didn't reply directly.

Speaking of stereotypes, Fritz wouldn't say that a name like Milly-Willy sounded like a Hobbit...but if he had, he would have been proven right! He grinned, partly in amusement, and as the mention gained the attention of both youths at the table. Even if such hadn't held any interest for him at all (and that wasn't true) he now all but had to take up the offer, and as Ti glanced back over to him hopefully while Alvelin told Pellavan about their plans to get some of the treats early the next morning. "Well maybe we won't go so far", he commented as to the plan of staying out all night for some. No, Dags would not be happy with that. "But we'll just have to make it early enough to try some ourselves", he told Ti, before nodding once more to Alvelin, "And I thank-you for sharing your secret with us also".

It was hard to not hear the similarities with himself when he was younger, and many youths of differing races no doubt, as Alvelin explained what lead her to having Pellavan with her on her travels. Fritz was just further reassured that he had left Nárë with a good sort of lad.

"A bit of both as well, but mostly business", Fritz answered on the question of their purpose in Bree. "Tuuli here is gifted with the Dwarvish talent of steel bending, same as myself, and, for her part, is exceptionally skilled at horseshoes, and I am giving her pointers. Selling off some of my own steel as well as hers here in Bree being another step in lessons", he explained, familial pride hard to keep from his voice and explanations, as shown by Tuuli's modest smile. "I'm very much still learning", she admitted.

Fritz nodded as Alvelin explained her plans further, not missing the further extension of good will in her doing so. He could really not claim to know all of the purpose in Elvish wanderings, but knew there seemed some grand one to it, and her words on the South probably held a deeper meaning than it at first seemed. Especially as she mentioned Lindon; it held some significance, Fritz knew, but not what.

While he share more of his own plans, in meeting back the offer, he didn't pry.

"We will probably only be here a few days ourselves, not even as long as it sounds like Pellavan here will, though...", Fritz glanced to Tuuli and made a decision then and there, sort of, he would still have to run it by his sister, "If we stayed nearby for those two weeks, it would only be adding a few more days to that, and...we may just do such incase anything comes up and you needed a back up plan if Pel's sister couldn't make it, though as last resort of course", he added with a smile, "While the lad here could tell you I met him, I did not meet his family", Fritz admitted, before glancing to Pellavan himself, "And doubt this sister of yours would be best pleased if she showed up and found you in not only different care, but that of a Dwarf, anyway I'll look into it, if that meets with your approval?", he asked his niece also.

Though he hardly had to. Tuuli beamed, "Oh yes! Then we can see everything!".



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Re: Little Town, Full of Little People
« Reply #6 on: August 08, 2020, 05:00:35 AM »
Hm,” Alvelin chuckled, testing out the nicknames silently to herself. “I might just call you Pel from now on.” She shot a smile at Pellavan. At least while they were in Bree, she was more inclined to use nicknames. “Though I do like the sound of Tuuli better.” She smiled kindly at Tuuli in turn. “Ti” brought up too many images of “tea” to her mind, though maybe she’d just have to get used to it by saying it more often.

She noticed a few raised eyebrows at the odd name of “Milly-Willy” but refrained from explaining, knowing all would be revealed by the two Hobbit siblings, Mildred and Wilfred Brown, once the travelers stopped by the stall tomorrow morning.

Last I remember, unless they’ve moved, Mil-Wil’s stall-” That was a shortened name for it. “-is at the Market Square where all the bakehouses are.” Seeing that the two younglings were interested in some sugary delights, Alvelin had no qualms with the four of them convening for a breakfast of cinnamon buns, if the two party’s timing aligned. “Of course we’ll be up before dawn,” she spoke on her and Pel’s behalf, shrugging at the idea, “Perhaps we’ll meet each other there. And see how your trade goes.” She genuinely looked forward to popping by and seeing how the two Dwarves fared in their horseshoe selling.  Steel was no surprise, and Dwarfling size and appearances were deceiving. Alvelin half didn’t believe the amount of muscle within small Tuuli it would take for a child to be able to pound on metal. To see Tuuli’s craft in action would be impressive.

Thank you for the offer.” She nodded in gratitude towards Fritz, slightly surprised that the Dwarf would be so considerate to help look after Pellavan and even bring him home to Rivendell, if needed. “Hopefully it won’t come to that, but if anything should happen, we’ll let you know.” That wasn’t just her being polite. Fritz had a niece, both with caring hearts, she could tell. And that made Fritz a qualified and trustworthy backup in Alvelin’s eyes!

She doubted Pel would mind either way, being under guardianship of Elf or Dwarf. He and Tuuli seemed to be getting along fine, both of them eager to see everything Bree had to offer. It would certainly free up Alvelin having some time to herself, if Pel and Tuuli could keep each other company. Hopefully out of trouble, with two heads of wisdom between them.

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