Rather than resembling the miniaturized fairies of the stories told in Elizabethan times, Curufin is more like the ancient and legendary Tuatha de Danann of Ireland, a magical race of warriors, poets, and famous rulers. But they were from a different Earth than Curufin's.
Taiki is right about polite address among the Elves. Curufin Fëanorion means Curufin son of Fëanor, and that is how Elves address each other on first meeting, by given name and surname. Taiki hasn't given himself a last name, however, so Curufin simply speaks his first name with the utmost formality.
"I am pleased to meet you too, Taiki. If you have any questions about this train or its passengers, I'm happy to give whatever information I have. And as for the Elven race, we're very long-lived compared to the mortal races. We aren't actually immortal, we simply age very, very slowly. We live for thousands of year, and could theoretically live for hundreds of thousands, though I've never known of any Elves who actually lived that long. We're powerful and energetic, and we love the arts and crafts, and we have our own sciences. We have a different fate than mortals do. They leave the Earth when they die, and we do not know where they go. We, on the other hand, can never leave the Earth. We are bound to it forever. When we die, we journey from our chosen home, Middle-earth, traveling as spirits over the Great Sea to the land of our gods, and there in the halls of our death god we dwell either until the world ends or until the gods decide we're worthy of reincarnation. Those they allow to re-embody and leave those dark halls sometimes return to Middle-earth and sometimes remain in the gods' country." He laughs softly. "Except a few of us, myself included, have figured out how to re-embody ourselves without the help of the gods. I refused the summons of the death god, stayed in Middle-earth, and returned myself to life. I broke all the rules."
He smiles. "That may be more than you wanted to know. Forgive me, I'm something of a compulsive talker."
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Taiki is right about polite address among the Elves. Curufin Fëanorion means Curufin son of Fëanor, and that is how Elves address each other on first meeting, by given name and surname. Taiki hasn't given himself a last name, however, so Curufin simply speaks his first name with the utmost formality.
"I am pleased to meet you too, Taiki. If you have any questions about this train or its passengers, I'm happy to give whatever information I have. And as for the Elven race, we're very long-lived compared to the mortal races. We aren't actually immortal, we simply age very, very slowly. We live for thousands of year, and could theoretically live for hundreds of thousands, though I've never known of any Elves who actually lived that long. We're powerful and energetic, and we love the arts and crafts, and we have our own sciences. We have a different fate than mortals do. They leave the Earth when they die, and we do not know where they go. We, on the other hand, can never leave the Earth. We are bound to it forever. When we die, we journey from our chosen home, Middle-earth, traveling as spirits over the Great Sea to the land of our gods, and there in the halls of our death god we dwell either until the world ends or until the gods decide we're worthy of reincarnation. Those they allow to re-embody and leave those dark halls sometimes return to Middle-earth and sometimes remain in the gods' country." He laughs softly. "Except a few of us, myself included, have figured out how to re-embody ourselves without the help of the gods. I refused the summons of the death god, stayed in Middle-earth, and returned myself to life. I broke all the rules."
He smiles. "That may be more than you wanted to know. Forgive me, I'm something of a compulsive talker."