Madison Valley Role Play

There is a word in elvish, both the High Speech and Sindarin, called estel. It cannot be translated directly to the common tongue used here, as it is more a philosophical concept and thought than a word, but may be best understood as 'faith' or trust, and the hope that comes therein.

The elves hold estel as the belief that Eru Ilúvatar--the Creator of the World that Is--is good, and his designs will end well for all his Children, despite our troubles. Estel is a belief that cannot be destroyed by the ways of the world or the suffering that we face therein, as we are the Eruchin, the Children of the One, and He will not suffer Himself to be deprived of us. Not by Himself, our own folly, or any Enemies.

So we hold to estel in even the darkest times and it keeps us from being overcome by the hardships we face in Arda Marred. Despite everything, the Children of Eru see the good in the world, alongside its corruptions and in spite of them. It is the Unmarred within the Marred, estel is the ability to discern the truth of it.

Have faith. It will be well in the end of all things, even unto the breaking of the world.

If there's an infirmarian that knows aught of cures for this damnable sickness of mine I'd be indebted to you a lifetime.

If I'm left to endure it a third time I'll be naught but a corpse, as I'll have no mind left to return to. I'd sooner throw myself into the river than go another span of days with it.

Yeah, yeah, great job everyone, what the hell ever.

Can we get back to doing important stuff now?

The woods here are lovely and deep, and on my walking I came across a lovely falls and a pool beneath. The water was too rough for swimming, but I sat on the shore and closed my eyes, and listened with my fëa to the sound of it. Eru is all around us, I think, even in this place so far from home, and I am glad for it.

I hope that my father will find peace, and likely he already walks with my mother in Tirion again.

[Filtered; Fingon]
Tch.

It's like talking to a wall with the mortals. They see little but their own emotions and never beyond what they desire.

I've lost count of the exact years that I've lived. Time does not flow the same for Elves or Men, so that in one hundred years of the Sun a decade will have passed for us, more or less. It's a season.

Men are new to the world, in my understanding. But three lives of Men have passed since we extended our hands to Men when they came from the darkness. We gave mortals civilization and now live beside each other, as time allows. Such as our existence is. You change and we .. do not.

I've never permitted myself to become overly attached to mortal existence. You all pass so quickly that in one hundred years I'll not remember names alone, but knowledge gained from those experiences. There are few individuals from the century past whose faces I recall with any clarity.

But the point then, is that this isn't home and the mortals in this place are not those we've brought from the darkness and into the light. Being here does not give my kinsmen nor I the right nor reason to enforce our laws, our teachings, or our governance on the land. We're merely visitors.

Say you their actions involve me. Tch. That my rights are being denied. I'm not human, and I don't live by your standards or your laws. In half a century most of you will be dead and the world will change again. That's the nature of men.

Kill this body. Kill it a thousand times. I will be reborn, and this world will still crumble and re-emerge changed.

WHO: Fingon and OPEN!
WHAT: At the supermarket
WHEN: Tuesday evening
WHERE: Kroger's
WARNINGS: TBD/likely low
STATUS: Open/Ongoing

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Who: Maedhros & Fingon
What: Playing with technology, talking etc.
Where: Fingon's rooms
When: Evening, 9/28
Warnings | Status: None | in progress

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There is a store here that has many, many mangoes. You need only go inside, choose the ones you like, and purchase them, just like at the market in Tirion. Only, when I asked how long they would have them, they told me that they carry them all year round.

What sorcery is this? How is such a thing possible?

It must be the hand of Eru himself.

I've found a time and place for the general orientations for new arrivals. We'll be holding classes twice a week at [address]. Tuesdays and Thursdays, for an hour and a half - 6 to 7:30pm, unless it becomes apparent we need more time for sessions.

The first session will absolutely cover street crossing, ATM machines and the bank for new arrivals, or anyone who still isn't sure how debit/credit cards work. We'll also talk about money and denominations we use in the States. Also, if there's any other issues anyone's having please tell me here.

The subsequent sessions will cover technology like basic computer functions and phones. And then if anyone really wants to learn how to drive, driving. There's also going to be cultural awareness of the 21st century.

We'll repeat as necessary with new arrivals, if anyone wants to volunteer their time.

Okay, the really important part for this to be effective; most of you already figured this stuff out for yourselves and that's good, but please keep an eye out for new arrivals. The city has a tendency to give us our things, the keys and then sets us loose to find our way. We all experienced it. If you notice anyone having difficulty at navigating the streets, looks generally confused, or is entirely out of place help them. That way we don't have more people attacking cars with swords or spears.

Thank you.

Who: Fingon & Maedhros
What: Exploring Madison Valley
Where: ... Around?
When: After their network conversation
Warnings | Status: TBD | in progress

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I am told that this thub thubg thing shou;d should be used to communicate with others who are out there i do not understand the purpose

Why would it not be better to communicate whete where i can see the face of nu my pei people

They gabe gave me this thing and placed me at the door of chambers that are not my own
It wpi;d would be better to have explsined explained the place and the metal creatures

Ai iy w\\\

... tch what is this foul thing