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In a hole in the ground there lived an orf.

The hole in the ground is called "Angband". It is not a nice hole. However unpleasant a hole you are imagining, it is probably worse than that.

The orf knows how to live in this hole. If she waits until the blacksmith from division 209 is in a good mood she can sit in her smithy and watch sparks fly, bright and hot against the darkness. If she's well-behaved and submissive and quick and clever she can pretend to be an Elf, a real Elf or an imaginary one, for some hapless prisoner whose plot arc needs more personality diversity or a few extra facial expressions in a crowd scene, and get memories of that Elf or at least a skeletal backstory and add precious songs to her repertoire. If she goes down this staircase when a mission's gone well then she can get roughed up by Weird-Ear's squad and look battered enough that nobody else feels obliged to make up the difference for a week, but Weird-Ear doesn't mind getting her turned on first so it's much better than running into somebody with more refined sadistic tendencies. If she goes up two floors and over half a mile of dicey corridor navigable only by copious mindreading she can visit the spot where her mother died, but she doesn't usually do that. If she gets a scar that doesn't seem like it'll fade she can get a bit of the kind of white rock that makes scratches on the black stone of the fortress and show the tattoo artist from division 447, three hours' walk away, how she wants it neatened up and colored in or scarified - she's got a waterfall of overlapping circles burned into her shoulder, spirals up her calf, a field of bowing wheat scratched in over the whip marks, shooting stars down her temple from when she visited the blacksmith in a bad mood and she grabbed her by the hair and held her face near the sparks till she'd apologized enough.

If she goes alllllll the way up, and avoids the guy who likes feet who'd make it hard to walk back and avoids the Balrogs who are too hot to even get near and avoids the entirety of division 192, she can find Thuringwethil even when they aren't working on the same hallucination together! And she can bow very very deep.

"Milady."

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"Okay." And they can head, guarded, over to the suite where Maitimo is resting.

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"Hi! You look better."

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"Does wonders for your health, not being tortured. Macalaurë, may I speak with her over osanwë -"

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I do want to know everything. I need it to draw conclusions and I don't think it'll make coping particularly more difficult.

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I don't know everything-everything, just casting calls and stuff the baby's dad bragged about and rumors, but I'll tell you what I've got.

And she does, complete with where she got the information and what she thinks it adds up to.

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He manages to look very faintly bored. Thank you.

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You're welcome.

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Are you prepared to swear at this point that there's nothing potentially relevant or of strategic interest or relevant to evaluating you which you haven't told us -

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I still don't feel real competent to figure out what things are strategic. I've answered all the questions I've been asked but maybe, like, exactly how long I would hesitate to tell you if my baby brother osanwëd me is relevant or something.

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Do you know the answer to that?

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No.

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The Enemy very well might try to use them to get to you.

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I know.

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Hug.

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We won't hurt them, if using them to get to you involves sending them out here, but -

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But it wouldn't have to. And they'd hate it here, anyway, too bright, Elves everywhere.

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I had to get my baby, I had to, I had to.

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You did the right thing. 

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And even if they talk to you, you wouldn't help them by doing what they said.

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It could get set up like that. But I picked my baby and now we're here and it'd be real stupid not to throw in with you the whole way.

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