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[stealyoursoul]

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[so_dark_a_road]

Hmm. That does present a problem.

[ Curufin chuckles in response to Leo's snort. One of the things he likes about Leo is his directness! If he's a loner, then so be it. Curufin, who once had isolationist tendencies himself, understands. ]

Where I'm from, mortals don't come back from the dead, but Elves sometimes do. Even if our bodies die, our spirits retain the memory of the body and may be able to re-manifest it. As beings, we fall about halfway between mortals and those immense spirits, the Maiar, who can take any form they like and are servants to the Valar, our gods. We Elves are more limited, we can't take any form but an Elvish one, but we retain the Maiar's strange relationship between being and the intention to be, body being merely the visible part of soul.

[ He smiles a little. ] I tell you this not to bore you with Elvish philosophy, but to explain why I may be able to help you. Elves have very large souls. I may be able to spare some of my fiery soul-energy, enough to keep you from having to devour anybody else. If you're interested, I'll make a suggestion as to how.

[stealyoursoul]

[Leo will never get used to people offering themselves as meals to him. The amount of self-sacrificial mindset it takes to offer must be immense. He considers Curufin's offer carefully and can see only one problem in the solution.]

Unless you have a way of splitting that soul energy off yourself, I'm afraid that I'd have to take your whole soul, and kill you. It's an all or nothing deal with my powers unfortunately.

[so_dark_a_road]

[ He thinks about that. Could he truly deliver some of that energy to Leo without actually dying? Does he even want to try? It would complicate what is actually a very simple situation. He scratches his head, thinks some more, and then replies.]

All right. Let's keep it straightforward. You can have my whole soul, and I'll die and then attempt to return without the intervention of the gods.

[ They're talking about what could be a dire event for Curufin, but then, he's Curufin. He can't help chuckling a little. ] I have no idea how the soul of an Elf might affect you. You might be reeling, stumbling, falling-down drunk on my energy!