Open Post of Poking Each Other With Pointy Things

[caninefodder]

And on a particular brisk and sunny Spring morning, a particular non-Finwëan elflord can be found hanging around somewhere outside the Mansion. He's found himself a sword somewhere, and is waiting, not without anticipation, for a particular friend to turn up so as to put said sword to use. Which is not as dirty as it sounds

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[hewer_of_caves]

It isn't? Findarato arrives probably not too long after, sword at his hip, he's been looking forward to this. He grins when he sees Edrahil already waiting for him and walks up close. "I hope I have not kept you waiting long."

[caninefodder]

Alas no, not quite. But nevertheless, Edrahil turns to him with a smile. "Not at all. How have you been?" In the half-day or so since they last spoke.

[hewer_of_caves]

That smile gets a grin from Finrod. "I have been well. How have you been?" Yes it's only been a half-day, but who cares about details?

[caninefodder]

And that grin gets a grin back. "Not bad at all." He spent the evening and the early morning practicing a little on his own, for the record, getting used again to the weight of a sword in his hands, letting the motions come back to him. It's been a really long time.

[houndmaster]

Well, we are not quite sure how much of a 'chat' this is going to end up being, but here, have a certain Fëanorian wandering by; it is only to be expected that he would be found outside, enjoying the newly warm weather.