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Feanorian Week Day Five: Curufinwe

370 FO

"You want to learn how to smith?" I ask my youngest children, who are fully grown but still young. This was not what I expected to be greeted with this morning while working. But here we are.

Ravo and Nemmirien nod. They eagerly jump on the balls of their feet. I don't know whats brought this on. They've never expressed interest in my family trade. Not like Tauriel or Aravel did.

"Alright, you will have to go ask your uncle Curvo. He's the best person you want to learn from," I wave to the door half-heartedly not expecting them to run out.

Ravo immediately runs out of my and Nanwe's study. Nemmirien smiles and waves as she runs after her younger brother. I listen to them clamber down the stairs and out the front door before turning to Nanwe.

"That was unexpected," Nanwe states, leaning back in his chair at his desk.

"Indeed, I should warn Curvo. He deserves that before being accosted by his niece and nephew," I lean back in my chair and glance at my husband. It was unexpected, but Curvo will have a field day.

He loves his nieces and nephews, and showing them how to work in a smithy makes him love them even more. It's his passion. If he could, he'd have a hundred apprentices, but he only has four. Possibly two more.

"I highly doubt Curvo will mind his niece or nephew asking about smithing," He's right.

"I do, too, but who knows what he could be doing at this hour,"

"Are you going to race them?" Nanwe asks, watching to see if I get up.

"Valar no, I'm going to send a note,"

I grab a scrap of paper and write out a warning to my brother. Short a sweet like him. Although he'd attest that he's not that short. Too bad for him. I have three inches on him. It's quite clear he's short.

When I've read the note to proofread for errors, I flick my wrist and send it off. The note disappears with a sharp pop and a small light.

"Now, I'm going to watch my daughter and son enjoy their day with their uncle," I stretch my shoulders and stand from my desk.

"Your father would love to see this," Nanwe's right. Father would love this. He missed out with Tauriel and Aravel. Now, he misses out with Ravo and Nemmirien.

But he'll be excited when they send him their first project. I'll make sure they send it to Mandos after I've had a chance to enjoy them. It's only right. Tauriel couldn't send her first project since we were in Middle Earth. The same goes for Aravel. But Ravo and Nemmirien, they can.

"I know. That's why I'm going,"

"You're going to write him?" I wonder over to Nanwe and stand at the side of his chair. He looks up at me with a large smile.

"And Grandfather he'll love to know,"

"I'll see you at dinner,"

"Don't forget we're going to the manor tonight. Mother is excited to have us all under one roof," I kiss Nanwe's forehead. My husband smiles widely at it and kisses my hand. "Turca is on his way back now..hopefully,"

"Looking like he was dragged backward through a bush no doubt,"

"No doubt," I laugh. Only Turca can manage to look like that when he returns from hunting.

"Now, follow me. I'll show you where we can find a garnet," Curvo's voice echoes in the family smithy.

From where I stand in the doorway, I can see my brother leading Nemmirien and Ravo toward the large supply closet. They disappear into the room and don't come out for a few minutes. But I can still hear their debate over which garnet is prettier.

Ravo exclaims he’s found the one. Nemmirien quickly agrees. Curvo, dear, Curvo asks them if they are sure. They both exclaim they are quite sure

"Auntie Dee," Tyelpe says coming up to me.

"Tyelpe,"

"Are you here to watch Father with Nem and Ravo?" My nephew asks. He hands me my apron, likely as a precaution. I am wearing nicer clothes for being in a smithy.

"I am," I say, pulling on my apron and adjusting it to my liking. "How are they doing?"

"Well," Tyelpe smiles at the door leading to the supply room. "They are gobbling up the information, and Father is enjoying himself immensely,"

"I'm glad,"

"He is too. Although he enjoyed working out the bad habits you instilled in Tauriel and Aravel,"

"Bad habits? Bah. He's trying to make them work like him,"

"Even still, sister. Those habits you have will be worked out of them," Curvo boasts, ushering his niece and nephew into the main room of the smithy.

"We shall see about that, brother," I smile at my grown children and wait for them to show me the materials. I stop them from spewing what the final product will be.

Ravo frowns lightly before grinning. He knows I like surprises. Nemmirien grins and pulls her brother back to their uncle.

As the hours tick by, I'm sucked into a project Tyelpe needed help with. Something about making fire-resistant or rather heat-resistant metal. Something I could help with.

It's only when Nanwe approaches me in the smithy that I remember dinner with Mother and the family. I ask him if we're late. He tells me no that he decided to gather us with time to bathe.

"Thank the valar, and I do need a bath," I kiss Nanwe on the cheek and turn to our children. "Nemmirien, Ravo. It's time to go,"

"Why?"

"We have dinner with Grandmother, remember?"

"Oh shit, that's tonight?" Curvo asks, plonking his tongs on the anvil to his right.

"Yes,"

Curvo swears fiercely and motions to Tyelpe. He tells his son it's time to leave. As they leave the family smithy, Curvo and Tyelpe kiss me on the cheek and promise to see me at dinner.

"We shall see you there," I smile at my brother and nephew.

[cherrychemise]

i thiiink this was my first major drawing of v! basically a messy whats-in-his-bag in a way

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a harpsichord by Bizzi clavicembali, with a stunning lid painted by Andrea Ravo Mattoni after the original by Gyula Benczúr (1844 - 1920, Narcissus, oil on canvas, 1881)

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Ravos Severin, the Listener 🗡

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Radiola ads by René Ravo

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Art by me @cidsin Zelda May 2023 Ravos

Forgot posting her yesterday! Sorry!!!!

But yah... she holds a good eye on the families money... Which is needed with so many siblings from 4 concubines... 

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RAVO, René. Qui dit Radio, dit Radiola, 1950 by Halloween HJB

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René Ravo, La Nuit de la Rose, 1920s

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Il connubio tra medicina ed arte, la bellezza che salverà il mondo

Quante volte ho sentito apostrofare un ospedale come un brutto posto, lo so, è un luogo comune, tutti preferirebbero starne alla larga il più possibile. La mia filosofia di vita mi ha insegnato che non esistono luoghi brutti, tutti, anche quelli più tristi, hanno un perché e bisognerebbe imparare a guardarli con altri occhi e tanto meno un ospedale può essere considerato brutto, dove sempre molte…

[cyphixem]

Custom FNAF MTG Commander deck, commanders are Ravos Soultender and Kodama of the East Tree (who have been reflavored as William Afton and Springtrap). Mainly focuses on bringing creatures back from graveyard via card abilites or Soulshift. The actual real-card deck can be found here on deckstats, and the flavored deck PDF can be found here. I used Magic Set Editor to flavor the cards, and the files for that can be found here. Feel free to copy it/reference it, or change it if you don’t like something. I just played it for the first time, everyone lost by being decked, but I thought the deck was fun. Major weakness is graveyard exile via cards like Bojuka Bog, I personally think that's a fair trade-off though given just how many creatures I kept bringing back.

If you want to download MSE to change any of the cards, look here.

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Linktober day 22: favorite character 🐰

I forgot to post this yesterday I made it on time i promise 😭😭

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Tumblr User Erigold13261 is very powerful in that it became the literal definition of Cringe Culture Is Dead (Thanks to the Eriverse)

I'm just giving my inner child what they always dreamed of lol :D

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christening my account w some art of vincent <3 my fave boyfailure

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Tot ou Tard a bright poster by René Ravo for Velosolex, 1963

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