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[tauraran]

If I were able to procure the proper ingredients, would there be any interest in Elven remedies? They are markedly more effective than the medicines of Men and Dwarves, but I cannot speak for the races I do not know.

{Thanks to the Chroma he has acquired, he could start a business. Then - oh then - he will seek a house worthy of a king! For now, he is reclining on a sofa, looking much calmer than he did during his prior broadcast.}

I could offer them as teas, for example, or mix them in dishes with pleasant flavors.

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[tauraran]

I do not see why it wouldn't. {By the way, hello.}

[halforc]

[ Hello, you hot piece of elf-ass. Fjord clears his throat as he remains polite on the network, not one to drag up past encounters in public, but his cheeks look mildly darker as he continues. ]

I'd like to try one and experiment, see how strong they are. If you're up for it.

[tauraran]

{Said encounter stands out as particularly pleasurable and Thranduil is not one to deny himself any pleasure. Also he has little shame where such things are concerned. What injured his pride with the moon phase was that he had no control over it.}

You did not seem ill. {Has something happened? Is he worried? He might just be.}

[halforc]

I'm not sick, no. [ Gosh, Thran. Are you emoting!! ] I'm curious to see if elven remedies work on other races as effectively, think of me as a test subject for my friends who are most definitely not human.

Having some spare healing potions, or the equivalent around, would be most reassuring.

[tauraran]

{He has emotions. What does he do with them?}

How brave of you. {Now his tone is flat. His emoting for the day is done.} Natural remedies should work for everyone - unless they are tainted by the hand of Morgoth.

[halforc]

I mean ... doesn't feel very brave when you say it like that.

I don't know any Morgoth but he sounds like he sucks and my friend is of Infernal lineage, so. I don't know how that works with your remedies. Sometimes tieflings are called demons but they're really not, it's just ... some residual stuff in their blood.

[tauraran]

Is your friend evil? One's heritage need not outline their entire existence. You have taught me that, have you not? {And the Valar are not present. Thranduil only hesitates to say the herbs will work well because it was through the Valar and Eru that he has his power to begin with.}

[halforc]

He's a little bastard sometimes but he's not evil.

[ Humming noncommittally to the unexpected praise, he watches Thranduil for a moment too long before looking away. ]

Is making potions like cooking?

[tauraran]

Mischief isn't evil. {He meets that gaze with an amused expression.} The power doesn't lie in the brewing. I take the energy - the life force - of the plants and direct it into the body or wound.

[halforc]

Like a Cleric would? Uh, a healer?

[tauraran]

Similar, yes. I learned from the greatest Healer on Middle Earth.

[halforc]

You learned from literally the greatest healer in your world? I really hope your potions work now.

[tauraran]

I learned from him; I cannot mimic him. If he were here, I doubt there would be much he couldn't do.