"I have the same preference," says Curufin with a smile. "I'd rather not rely on the gods at all. That's why I'm fishing and building a boat."
Glacius is talented. Curufin has no reference for this fluidity of form other than that of his own world, where those who can alter their physical reality are either Valar or Maiar, the gods or the helpers of the gods of Middle-earth and of all of the world of Arda. He had occasion to be particularly aware of the ocean deities, Ulmo and Ossë, who controlled the deep ocean and the tides and could take any form they liked, including that of the denizens of the sea. Not that Curufin actually thinks that Glacius is a god or a demi-god, but to him, the ability to transform is admirable, not freakish.
"All right, if you're confident of your abilities. It sounds as though any sea predator would be hard pressed to catch you!" And of course, Carlisle is looking out for him, too.
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Glacius is talented. Curufin has no reference for this fluidity of form other than that of his own world, where those who can alter their physical reality are either Valar or Maiar, the gods or the helpers of the gods of Middle-earth and of all of the world of Arda. He had occasion to be particularly aware of the ocean deities, Ulmo and Ossë, who controlled the deep ocean and the tides and could take any form they liked, including that of the denizens of the sea. Not that Curufin actually thinks that Glacius is a god or a demi-god, but to him, the ability to transform is admirable, not freakish.
"All right, if you're confident of your abilities. It sounds as though any sea predator would be hard pressed to catch you!" And of course, Carlisle is looking out for him, too.