What an ungenerous god, this Infernian! -- he could be brother to Melkor, the rebel god in my world. I don't know what goes through their heads, these destroyers of humanity. It seems your Ifrit had it in for you, from the first.
[ He nods, as Regis tells him of the quest the gods sent his house to fulfill. ] And you and your descendants must walk this path until the end. I wish you success, and I wish your people life and happiness. [ And he hopes that in Regis' world, such things are possible for those who take on the gods' mission, although of course it is their own as well -- their very survival as a species depends on it! ]
[ He notices that slight faltering. He will not press the man to answer any question he does not feel comfortable about. After all, Regis has just met Curufin, and he has no way of knowing whether or not he can trust him. A kindness is not a guarantee of trustworthiness. Curufin could certainly vouch for the truth of that. ]
That is good, that your son is here with you. If he is a warrior of your calibre -- and I do not doubt he is! -- then I am sure he is safe. [ And furthermore, Curufin will go back later to look for Noctis. Probably he has managed perfectly well, but Curufin would like to verify that, since this kindly king has touched his heart. ]
[ He chuckles a little. ] It's the name I gave him, and yes, it's a mouthful, even as Elvish names go! Actually, it's a translation into the Sindarin language, of the name I gave him in the Quenya tongue when he was born. Quenya is our first language, Sindarin, our second. His Quenya name is Telperinquar -- which is even worse than Celebrimbor! They both mean "silver fist." It's a way of saying that he has an extraordinarily creative mind and hand when it comes to smithing. He's really the flower of our line, in that respect. [ Another chuckle. ] But don't ask me what possessed me to give him such a name! Normally I just call him Telpë, or Celë, or just Cel -- all of which mean "silver." That suits him, too. He has the most extraordinary light gray eyes, and they look silver in a direct light, and they are full of feeling, always.
[ And he gives Regis a glance of gratitude for giving him a chance to speak of his son. ]
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[ He nods, as Regis tells him of the quest the gods sent his house to fulfill. ] And you and your descendants must walk this path until the end. I wish you success, and I wish your people life and happiness. [ And he hopes that in Regis' world, such things are possible for those who take on the gods' mission, although of course it is their own as well -- their very survival as a species depends on it! ]
[ He notices that slight faltering. He will not press the man to answer any question he does not feel comfortable about. After all, Regis has just met Curufin, and he has no way of knowing whether or not he can trust him. A kindness is not a guarantee of trustworthiness. Curufin could certainly vouch for the truth of that. ]
That is good, that your son is here with you. If he is a warrior of your calibre -- and I do not doubt he is! -- then I am sure he is safe. [ And furthermore, Curufin will go back later to look for Noctis. Probably he has managed perfectly well, but Curufin would like to verify that, since this kindly king has touched his heart. ]
[ He chuckles a little. ] It's the name I gave him, and yes, it's a mouthful, even as Elvish names go! Actually, it's a translation into the Sindarin language, of the name I gave him in the Quenya tongue when he was born. Quenya is our first language, Sindarin, our second. His Quenya name is Telperinquar -- which is even worse than Celebrimbor! They both mean "silver fist." It's a way of saying that he has an extraordinarily creative mind and hand when it comes to smithing. He's really the flower of our line, in that respect. [ Another chuckle. ] But don't ask me what possessed me to give him such a name! Normally I just call him Telpë, or Celë, or just Cel -- all of which mean "silver." That suits him, too. He has the most extraordinary light gray eyes, and they look silver in a direct light, and they are full of feeling, always.
[ And he gives Regis a glance of gratitude for giving him a chance to speak of his son. ]