Elros, first king of Numenor, had just poked him. Poked him. His brain stuttered as he tried to process that turn of events.
But he thought on what he said, realizing the wisdom in it. He was right, of course. He had nothing but time. He didn't have to remain stagnant, and if he ever did get back to Arda, he could apply himself to get back to Valinor. It gave him hope at least, that maybe his future wasn't so bleak.
"Be weary of any ship I build, my Lord. I have ever been a poor craftsman. Other than small carvings of animals and the like while on post, I was quite lacking when it came to creating anything." He chuckled and gave a half smile. "But I see your point."
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But he thought on what he said, realizing the wisdom in it. He was right, of course. He had nothing but time. He didn't have to remain stagnant, and if he ever did get back to Arda, he could apply himself to get back to Valinor. It gave him hope at least, that maybe his future wasn't so bleak.
"Be weary of any ship I build, my Lord. I have ever been a poor craftsman. Other than small carvings of animals and the like while on post, I was quite lacking when it came to creating anything." He chuckled and gave a half smile. "But I see your point."