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[Although Gabriel’s been aware of the network since november and posting on it since the new year, he's been weary of showing his face to those that he doesn't know off it up to now. Sometimes a little bit of anonymity is needed, but unfortunately it seems he no longer has a choice.

Some people might recognise him as the c list celebrity always shoving his charities in people’s faces, others might recognise him from the university, and a few might recognise from the peak of his modelling days. Those who do will notice that he doesn’t look as old as he did (or for those who recognise him from when he was younger that he looks much younger than he should). Assuming that most people won’t know it, though, he opens his post by explaining his problem with a wry smile.]

I appear to be growing young again and it’s a problem. [He’s aware that most people would be pretty happy with the cards he’s been dealt but when there’s recent photographic evidence of how old you looked last month and you’re trying to stay under cover it’s a pain in the arse.] I think this has gone beyond the point where I can claim I’ve had surgery now, especially with these. [He tucks his hair behind his ears, revealing that like his friends', his are now also elongated into elegant points.] As long as I stop before I become a teenager again! Dealing with that once was bad enough. [He laughs. It’s a serious problem, but that doesn’t mean that he has to deal with it seriously.]

I had been hoping to stay in work a while longer, but it’s not going to be possible to work and stay under cover like this. I have the choice of revealing myself and doing what I can to direct the media to paint us with a more positive light or retiring. And I'm not sure that I'm ready to retire! But talking about this openly - or as openly as is safe - affects more than just me, which is why I wanted to ask if anyone had any objections.

I was also wondering, for those of you who also have echoes that mean that you can’t be out and about, what do you do to keep yourself busy and amused?

[Private to the known Tolkiens and Julien]

[He's come prepared! Once he has all of their numbers put in and a private line set up, he holds up a piece of paper with twelve crests on, each named underneath. One of them is recognisable as the crest on Thorir's sword, labeled as 'Fountain'.]

I remembered these. Does anyone else recognise them?

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Another echo? So you were a king then. [Teasing, which then turns to something more thoughtful.] My king, most likely.

I doubt Teagan would agree. [Grin.] We should do it.

Perhaps though I only remember being a Lord of Rivendell. I can't imagine being a king.

I think you're right but all the more reason to do it?

Either way, I suppose we'll find out sooner or later.

We'd have to colour code them or something. What colour would you like? We'd better let Teagan have green.

I'm sure. This is the first time I've echoed back from something that seems like my early past life as well.

I'll take blue. I guess we should, it would only be nice of us.

You can place things on a timeline? I'm still unsure about everything. I suppose I've had more things than memories. It'd be nice to learn more. [Like his actual name.]

That leaves me with yellow or red, then, and I suppose yellow would clash with my hair.

In a vague sense, just an idea that some Echoes may be earlier than others. It helps sort them out, or try to at least.

I say red then?

As we learn more it'll be easier, I suspect. I've never been much of a patient man, though. [Laughing.]

Red it is! At least you won't lose me in a crowd.

Have you received any other Echoes? It is frustrating they seem to come in disjointed pieces.

[Eliot can't help but laugh at that, shaking his head.] I don't think there was ever any danger of that.

Another language. Related to Sindarin, I think, but definitely different. [And that memory of the burning city from almost a month ago now, but that one he's keeping to himself for now. Not because he doesn't want to share; more that he doesn't want to inflict it on anyone else.]

What language was it? Are you fluent in it?

[He's really interested in their past languages, especially since he's still going over all he knows of Ancient Dwarvish]

Quenyan. It seems it was his first language. It's mine now. [Gabriel decides that the best way to answer that is just to fluidly switch to the other language. It might not have caused an echo in Fil, but then again neither did the crests but Eliot recognised them.]

That's interesting, has it become difficult to speak English now? [He doesn't even realize he's switched as well until he starts speaking and the pauses. That was unexpected.]

It seems we have a language in common as well.

[That went better than expected. Gabriel smiles, just because it's nice to hear the language from someone aside from himself. Almost a relief not to have to do the mental translation.]

Not hard, I'm still fluent, thankfully. But tiring.

I'm glad someone else knows it. I was a little worried that no one else would and I'd be stuck with a language that no one else understands.

It seems strange suddenly being able to understand and speak a new language just like that but it is remarkable. I feel very comfortable with it as well already, as if I have known this language for a long time.

This must be a nice break then not having to make the switch. [The words come easily, it's just as easy as speaking English is unlike Ancient Dwarvish with still takes some thought and study.]

It never gets any less odd, does it? It seems they were all bi - multilingual even. It was odd to pick up a sword and having the skill to use it as well.

It is nice, though. It's nice to be able to hear it out loud.

This comes more naturally than learning Ancient Dwarvish does at least, I wonder how many other languages we all know from then? I know what you mean, sudden healing powers are still very odd as well.

It is, we're going to have to talk more like this. Perhaps tea sometime, I wanted to show you the completed picture of Rivendell.

Your past self knew Ancient Dwarvish? [Gabriel can't help but laugh at the idea. It seems so silly.] At they came in when we most needed them.

I'd like that. You got the picture done? When're you free?

I do, at least enough to read it fairly well. [Eliot's amused as well, chuckling.]

Anytime during the evening or weekend is fine with me, feel free to come over anytime then.

If I do come out with all of this I suspect I'll have little time on my hands in the near future so perhaps this weekend?

That should be fine, I'm free all weekend.

Saturday afternoon, abut 3?

Perfect, I will see you then.

[And sure enough, not long before 3:10 on saturday, Gabriel is knocking on Eliot's door.]

[Eliot hasn't slept...since he's not sure when but he's still wide awake as he answers the door with a warm smile, letting him inside.]

Perfect timing, I just started water for tea.

[Gabriel beams, slipping past him and shrugging out of his jacket, slinging it over his arm.]

You know me, always summoned by tea. Can I do anything?

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