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[starrydome]

Elrond is in the bar tonight. 

It is still winter at home but here he has shed his heavy wool robe and is now seated, in tunic, leggins, and boots.
Fletching arrows.

His hair is bound back and adorned with tiny, silver stars.

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[harryhotspur]

Elrond is the closest to familiar-looking of anyone that Percy has yet seen. Yes, the style of his dress isn't quite right, but at least it's made up of all the parts that he is used to considering essential elements of daily wear.

His clothes and lordly bearing, however, seem at odds with his activity, at least to Percy's mind, and from just down the bar he watches curiously, then finally says, with a nod towards the arrows, "You have some skill in it, sir."

[starrydome]

Elrond looks up at the speaker with a small smile.
"I should hope so," he says. "I've done it often enough that my fingers know what to do without my mind having to instruct them."

He holds up an arrow and inspects it. Seemingly satisfied, he puts it aside.

The featers are dyed in blues and violets. Some are left a light grey that looks almost silvery. They match the colors of his clothing, so it would make sense that he is making them for himself.

[harryhotspur]

"'tis strange to see--" Hotspur begins, then stops and amends: "Have you no man for such work?"

[starrydome]

"If I am to depend on my arrows, I prefer to have made them myself, " Elrond answers him.

Which is partly an answer.

[harryhotspur]

"Ay, 'tis well enough, in this place, where there is no greater task to hand," Percy says. He's growing fidgety since being stuck in Milliways-- he kicks his heel against the leg of his chair, probably without even realizing he's doing it.

[penderwydd]

There is a wide eyed boy staring at the Elf. Elrond may recognize him... maybe.

[starrydome]

"Hello."

It's a friendly smile. The child does look familiar.

[penderwydd]

The boy smiled nervously back, blushed and looked at his feet.

There was a king talking to him. Who else but a king would have silver stars in their hair like that?

"Hi..."

[starrydome]

"Have you been here before?"

Kindly asked, so the boy would not take it as scolding.

[penderwydd]

Tegid looked into the face of the man, drawing confidence by the kindness in his voice. He nodded, "Yes, once."

His eyes were bright, inquisitive, and took in all they saw. He wanted to ask if the lord before him was a king, but that wasn't something you asked.

[gondolin_noble]

Glorfindel settles nearby, his movements almost as graceful as they once were.

"I'm sure the stripling prince will have something to say about those arrows."

[starrydome]

"I am sure that he is too polite to do so," Elrond replies, looking up at him with a smile.

As he does a quick visual assessment.
He tries to be discreet about it though.

[gondolin_noble]

"I am sure you over-estimate the politeness of elflings." Glorfindel laughs, and raises an eyebrow to meet Elrond's assessing gaze. "I solemnly swear I have been behaving myself - I have even allowed myself to be put to bed by a friend who felt I was being too adventuresome sitting on the couch."

[starrydome]

Elrond smiles a little.

"It is good to know that you have sensible friends here," he says lightly.
"And the woodland Prince has been on his very best behaviour whenever I have spoken with him."

[gondolin_noble]

"Well, like should go with like." Glorfindel sniffs - he has plenty of sense, even if no one seems to credit him with it. "And the sapling prince fears you will report him to his father."

[student_of_impossibility]

Tavi is back in full armor today; frankly, it's a wonder he found a door at all, given that he is in the field. But caught behind the lines of the waxy Vord croach are many, often abandoned but often inhabited steadholts.

So despite being in war clean-up he found a way in, streaks dirt and nasty green something on his armor and boots.

Elrond is slightly eye-catching on a normal day.

But fletching arrows? Fascinating.

Tavi slows to a stop to watch with avid interest. "I've never actually seen that done before," he comments. (Who needs 'hello'?)

[starrydome]

"You haven't? " Elrond asks,looking up from his task. "Arrows are not common where you are from?"
That seems like the most logical explanation.

[student_of_impossibility]

"Oh, plenty common," Tavi says wryly. Alera has far too much military not to. "Though I won't deny we probably have far more swords than bows."

As the two--one long, one short--at his belt rather attest to.

"Actually, my uncle's a fantastic archer and woodsman, but I don't think I ever really watched him do his own arrows." Thinking back to why he might not have seen it in his childhood--and therefore not actually know how to do it himself--he is almost puzzled. "I'm sure he can do his own. He might have after we went to bed, and I know we had others who could. He was pretty busy running the steadholt to have done much of it."

At least, probably--although running a steadholt is probably far less hectic than anything Tavi's had to run himself.

"I might have been reading," he admits sheepishly.

[starrydome]

Elrond beams at him.
"That is almost always a valid excuse," he says with a small chuckle.
"Or af least it ought to be."

[student_of_impossibility]

Tavi grins at him. "That's always what I told Uncle Bernard," he agrees brightly.

Even as a farm boy, even when books were scarce, Tavi somehow managed to be a bookworm.

"And while I learned to track, I was never actually much of a woodsman myself," he admits. Partly due to his lack of furycrafting, of course. "And shepherds have less need of them usually. Slings, though, those I can use."

And to deadly effect. Alera's First Lord is highly competent in the most basic of peasant weapons.

[protect_and_survey]

Jemma Simmons is on a hunt for tea.

Or she was, until she gets a look at Elrond's hair. Honestly, those look like stars, they can't be stars right, no, those aren't... but they look like stars.

She didn't mean to stumble to a halt and stare, but...

They can't be stars... right? Right. But...

[starrydome]

Well, they aren't of course. Except for the part where they are.

Elrond sees her and gives her a smile.
"Hello, Jemma," he says.

The stars twinkle.

[protect_and_survey]

She startles out of her contemplation (she's not even an astrophysicist and she'd love to get her hands on one of those... they must be gems. They are.) with a blush for forgetting her manners so thoroughly.

"Hello, Lord Elrond. Doing well, I hope?"

[starrydome]

"I am," he answers with a small and a small flourish to his nod that would not have looked out of place at the court in Lindon.

"And how are you, Jemma?"

[protect_and_survey]

Jemma feels moderately grubby in what she felt, this morning, was a fairly smart outfit, but she's decided that's just a side-effect of speaking with elves.

(Of course, this is based on an observational pool where N=1, so this cannot be used as a reliable study.)

"I," She replies with a thousand-kilowatt grin, "Am brilliant. And I'm probably not supposed to tell anyone but you know most everything anyway and I've been dying to talk with someone about it since it was official... I'm officially a field agent now."