King Elk Forest Nature at it's Finest

he briefly offers a not-quite smile, a fragile lifting of the corners of his mouth that doesn't quite transform his face but still, it's there. he's glad, of course, for the presence of the núro that have replaced their founding stock, but he wishes the others had been here too, wishes they could have all seen tindómë grow together. it's pointless  being hung up on it (but let's be real, hang ups are delight's hobby). "where did you grow up?" he asks, a little aimlessly, a little curiously - it's getting to a point where they've had so many joiners he hasn't learned much about them at all.