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[When Lindir's face appears, he looks a little concerned. That said, being a touch concerned at all times was probably on par for him. Those who listen closely might hear some soft cooing noises in the background.]

I was wondering if I might find someone with the knowledge of how to care for young... tribbles I believe they're called. I came across one of the creatures while in the gardens, but I did not know it was an expectant mother. There are now five.

[Lindir reaches over and lifts one up so that it could be seen by the camera. Holding it now, he actually smiles slightly. It was a soothing creature.]

I had intended on returning the mother to the wild, but I am unsure if that is wise with young ones.

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[ She knows he said tribble, but what? ]

What is that?

Well... it is a tribble.

[So no, he doesn't really know what that is either. Lindir looks down at the cooing creature, then back to Tauriel on the screen.]

At least, that is what I could gather from my search for information. They are said to be harmless.

It looks like something the Props would greatly enjoy. Where did you find such a creature?

[Lindir frowns heartily at the mention of the props.]

In a garden not far from the resort, but the one I frequent. It seemed... pleasant.

I do not think it is a native species. You might wish to have it checked over... the ecosystem here is so fragile.

It has been suggested to me that I should visit the library, and I intend to do just that. I would not want to cause harm to these tribbles nor to any other creature here.

It is oddly cute for a puff of hair. Have you thought of a name for your new pet?

I had not thought to name it as I had no intention in keeping it for long.

[He pets the fluffball, and it coos soothingly. Lindir looks more relaxed than he usually does.]

However, now that it has children it may be best to wait a while longer.

I think you should keep one. This is the most relaxed I have seen you.[ ]

I am not sure that is fair, if they are wild. I would not wish to take them away from their homes.

[Oh but the look on his face says he wants one. They were so soothing.]

I fail to see how that creature could be of the wilds here. So it would have to be eradicated or kept as a pet.

Eradicated? A sweet creature such as this?

[Nuuuu he likes it.]

This planet is fragile and protected. There is no telling what effect an unknown species such as that will have if it manages to escape into the wild. So long as it remains a pet and properly cared for it should be alright.

[Lindir looks down at the tribble, stroking it and frowning.]

I would not wish any harm to come to it or it's children.

[Pause.]

I feel I must find out more of it through research. If it is not native to this land I may have to find a way to spare it from such a fate.

I understand how you feel. I just have concerns after the Prop incident for the fragility of the ecosystem here. I'm sure the tablets will have much information about whatever those creatures are. What did you call them Tribbles?

I'm not real sure, but I think the official stance is to be sure not to feed them too much.

Other than that they'll eat whatever people eat.

[Lindir looks somewhat concerned, but mostly for the tribbles. Mostly. He really liked them.]

I would not want them to fall ill from too much food, but I know not how much to give them.

It's not ill so much as you're gonna end up with a bunch of baby tribbles. The more they eat, the more they make.

I do not feel that will be a problem as I only have the mother and her... children.

[Because all things needed two to do the do, right?]

I'm not real sure having two of them is a concern for these guys, not like on this planet [where gender isn't a thing, but still using two people is]. Anyway, they're pretty well known so maybe we can have a look in the library to be sure.

I am not sure I understand, but yes, the library seems a good place to start. Perhaps I shall go there soon.

[Narvin wrinkles his nose at the sight, deeply distrustful of anything to do with nature or wild animals.]

Are you sure you should be touching it? It might have parasites.

Parasites? Forgive me, I do not know this term.

Small creatures, insects, worms, or various microorganisms usually, that infest animals.

I saw no creatures other than the ones I have already shown.

They're small. Difficult to see. Sometimes impossible to see without a microscope, depending on one's species' vision magnification abilities.

The sight of the Eldar is far beyond that of Men...What is a "microscope"? I know not of such tool.

[Lindir's comment makes Narvin pause, aghast.]

Your world doesn't have microscopes? They are devices used to see things that would be too small to be seen otherwise.

Ah, I see. As a mortal you must be in need of such tools. The Eldar can see well enough.

[Sorry, Lindir comes from the land of "if an Elf can't see it, it doesn't exist."]

Mortal?! [Narvin bristles. He has an excess of Gallifreyan pride.]

I'm over a millennium old and I'm only on my second incarnation!

[And likely to be his last incarnation, with all his others having been forcibly ripped away, but that just makes him more irate about being called 'mortal.' It's too close to the uncomfortable truth now.]

[A startled pause.]

Forgive me, I had assumed... as you are not one of the Eldar and look very much of the world of Men.

[In other words, you do not have pointy ears, sir. He doesn't seem particularly startled by the age, but the "incarnation" bit made him curious.]

"Incarnation"? You have lived and died before?

It seems to be a frequent mistake. If it weren't a frivolous use of time travel, I'd be tempted to go insert a genome for green skin back when they were still swinging in the trees. Our outward appearance might look the same, but internally, my race is nothing like the Terrans...the race of Men.

[Now that that small rant is out of his system...]

Yes, I've died once so far. Died and regenerated. Well, technically, I was just nearly dead. It's a characteristic of my species, when injured beyond healing or close to death, we regenerate, change every part of our bodies and become a new person, but still holding all the memories of the old. One more way in which we are not like humans.

[The first part of what he had said was somewhat lost on Lindir, so he looks slightly confused before he replies to the other topic.]

Both reincarnation and re-embodiment are rare among my people, and even if so, they generally continue to reside in the Undying Lands.

To return to Middle-earth is a gift that is seldom given, except to those considered to have made a great sacrifice in their death. There is only one I know of in my time; Glorfindel who resides with me in Imladris.

Edited 2014-09-22 18:53 (UTC)

Our regeneration is not quite the same as reincarnation or resurrection. If we are fully killed before we regenerate then we stay dead. We do have the capacity to resurrect as well, but it is supposed to be restricted to those who have received approval from the High Council of Time Lords. Gaining such approval is almost always political, and has little to do with who deserves more life or not.

What did Glorfindel do to receive such a gift?

[The idea of politics coming into the equasion on matters of life after death seemed odd to Lindir, but he tries to wrap his head around it.]

Then perhaps your High Council is not so different from the judgement passed by Manwë, the king of the Valar who decides the fate of those who dwell in the Halls of Mandos.

[When he speaks next, it is with a certain fondness for his friend.]

Glorfindel gave his life while defending the survivors of the Gondolin during it's fall. They were ambushed, and among their enemies was a Balrog, one of our darkest banes. He was able to slay the demon, but at the cost of his own life. It was later, when his skill was needed most to aid us in Middle-earth he was allowed to return. It is an honor to know him.

Edited 2014-09-22 19:23 (UTC)

Don't tell them that. The politicians on the High Council are full of themselves quite enough as it is.

So Glorfindel's sense of duty to his people was rewarded. [Narvin approves.] The last person the High Council offered a new set of lives to was a criminal and a mass murderer. But he happened to have a skill that they needed. Morality takes second place to getting things done.

[Excuse Wander while his eyes widen as he fawns over the on-screen tribble.]

It's so cute! And those are babies? [It looks smaller than himself!]

They're harmless, right? Can I come over to look after 'em?

[Lindir gives that distinct look of OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU?]

The... smaller ones are it's offspring, yes.

[Wander doesn't notice that look as he is currently distracted by fuzzy baby animals, as evidenced by his huge grin.]

Their maw jus' lets ya carry 'em? [He lets out a little squeal.]

Maybe we should all take care of the family while the babies grow up! It'll be like the resort's pets!

[He's trying hard to get over his initial shock, and speaking with a bit more normal tone.]

I do not feel that would be wise. They are wild creatures, and I would return them to the garden where I found their mother.

[But something about them had made him want to pick the first one up. It's was a calming creature, and relaxed him to pet and listen to it's coos.]

However, I may wait for a time to make sure that it's children are well suited to go back out of doors.

[Wander calms down at Lindir's explanation that the tribbles are wild animals. As cute as they were, he probably won't be allowed to keep them in his room at the resort.]

I can still help ya look after 'em, right? With all those babies, their momma needs extra help!

[And then maybe he'll befriend one and they can explore the wilderness together!]

[Not that Lindir doesn't have them in his room at the resort or anything...

He pauses thoughtfully, and slightly unsure. He had never encountered a person like this before.]

...Perhaps we can start with introductions if we are to consider working together... I am Lindir of Imladris. May I ask who you are?

Oh! I'm sorry 'bout that! [He tips in hat, still eyeing the tribble.] I'm Wander, you average space traveler, and I jus' happened to come across this lovely planet and decided to visit!

[Lindir was only just beginning to grasp the idea of "space" and "planets" after reading some.]

"Space traveler?" Do you routinely visit other worlds?

'Course I do! Travelin' is my life! [Every planets has such different people and locations. Why wouldn't he want to visit as many as he could?]

You should definitely go space travelin' sometime, maybe with one of your friends!

This is the furthest I have ventured from the valley. In truth I do not often leave it.

[And he preferred it that way, really.]

Why don't you go out more? Earth's a pretty big place, so there's lotsa place to go.

[Lindirs does his best to hold back some embarrassment. He'd heard the same question before, though not in those words.]

I do not leave it because I do not have the desire to. I am fond of our fountains and flowing streams. I am at peace there.

[Even if they sometimes had strange guests who disturbed that peace, it was only passing.]

That sounds so beautiful! You must really like the gardens then, huh?

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