Ulforth Vorongil (ulwarthperedhel) wrote in rpg_aman, @ 2008-06-26 18:27:00 |
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Current mood: | confused |
Entry tags: | erestor, tears before bedtime, ulfang, ulwarth |
*has developed a fascination with the bards and buskers on various street corners in town* *is specifically interested in the travelling Noldorin types--thinks his mother's folk are much more interesting than the Vanyar (hymns, hymns, weird poetry, more hymns) and the Teleri (sailing, sailing, waah our ships, more sailing)*
*comes across a particularly engaging bard right in the middle of a song about one of the battles in Middle-earth* *likes those songs--they're so exciting!* *stops to listen*
*laughs at the re-created banter of Turgon and Fingon's meeting on the battlefield, holds his breath when the trumpets and banners announce the arrival of Maedhros' host, and is right on the edge of his metaphorical seat as Morgoth empties the last and fiercest of his forces upon the combined Elvish and mortal forces*
*and then--*
*blinks in surprise to hear his father's real name* *the name he is not to use in public, ever* *listens with an increasingly confused frown as the story goes on* *wonders if this might be a different Ulfang (the Black?)*
*slowly heads home, bursting with questions but unsure as to whether he should ask his father*
. . .
*decides to find his mother first*