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[Video]

[rivendell_lord]

[Hi dad, calling you up to make sure you don't try and skip out on watching (since you can't be there easily) the wedding take two]

As I am certain you are aware, Celebrian and I have been given the use of the great hall here, along with musicians and a feast.

[A pause, a brief glance down, then he returns his gaze to the locket with a hopeful smile.]

I was hoping you would give us a song as a gift.

[Video]

[bythewaves]

[ it takes a while before he can control his emotions enough to answer but eventually... ]

I had heard - my congratulations, Elrond. [ still. deliberately trying to distance himself ]

I... would be honored to gift you both so, and will do my best.

Some ungodly hour before the crack of dawn on the 2nd of June

[lightcatcher]

[Maglor's locket chimes in the dead of the night; or in other words, after enough hours have passed for Fëanor to acquaint himself with the castle and fail to find any of those whome he was looking for ...and to realize that not only could people be pulled over form many places, but also that their arrival might not be voluntary, no matter their strength.

Which is the cause of him now systematically going through the names of those of whose presence in this world he would like to know, and whom he would not mind to know of his own presence at this point. Nerdanel, Finwë, Miriel, and then his sons in order of their age.

This is the first time that the locket picks up. So Makalaurë is here. Involuntarily, Fëanor will presume, for why would any of them leave Middle Earth where they are needed? There is no hesitation in choosing a visual connection, and Maglor will be treated to the sight of his father in the finest Unseelie colours, even his hairdo speaking of a lack of materials from back home to dress himself. The locket rests on his hand and allows a view of the background large enough to betray that he is in his rooms - he would have preferred the forges, but here there is more privacy to be had.

For a moment there is silence, but then he does speak. His words are almost tentative - forward, commanding, but still the faint hesitance of one trying something for the first time remaining behind it. ] Makalaurë. [A lot carries with the simple utterance of his name, the syllables filled to the brim, everything interwoven too intricately to extract clear notions.]

\o/

[bythewaves]

[ It hurts to have his heart back. Now that he is aware of what he was missing, he wonders how he could have missed it. It is far, far heavier than he remembers it being, and it hurts, pounding almost irregularly. He keeps a brave face for the others, but House has been glaring in the way that suggests he will soon loose his patience and demand Maglor gets some aid or a drink (possibly both).

Every emotion he had forgotten has returned threefold it seems, every ghost clamouring for his attention. Some times he can barely think.

Javik must have such a headache filtering me out he thinks ruefully.

At night he is sleepless, spending the nights wandering the halls. Outside of the sterility of the station the stars give scant relief, but it is preferable to being indoors. He is curled up beneath a tree, trying to settle the ache both physical and emotional in his chest when the locket pings.

He almost ignores it - it is most likely to be Celegorm or Elrond, and he does not know if he can face either right now (Did he truly say that to them? Was he truly so cruel? Ah, but he has always been cruel, hasn't he? Heart or no, right from the beginning, he was always the one who could set aside his heart to act, did he not leave Maedhros there alone and forbid his brothers to act? )

In the end though, he picks it up, and is stunned into silence by who he sees on the other end. ]

Atarinya? [ The greeting is all he can choke out, no, surely this cannot be so, he is dreaming again, why would his father be here.

He is pale and wan, his Light of being flickering fitfully, eyes wide in shock and disbelief (and the pain is there, the pain is always, always there). ]

morning of june 2nd

[digophelia]

[Not a restful night sleep for Alice with nightmares and terrible hallucinations upon waking. She looks exhausted.

Alice has never been a shy person, however, she's certainly feeling that way. She feels as if she has opened an old wound and the guilt won't go away, as usual. She's drowning in it along with her natural paranoia. She sucks in a breath, finally working up her courage.]

... Sir? I-

I'm very sorry to disturb you, but.

[She rushes along.]

I wanted to apologize for last night.

Sometime late in the evening

[bythewaves]

[ The answer is a long time in coming - too much has happened (is happening), and with his heart still newly returned Maglor has not been coping well. He is pale and wan, but for her, who he barely knows, he manages to look more-or-less composed ]

Mistress Alice wasn't it? [ he sounds tired, even so, but calm (it is a lie, but Maglor is a good actor, when he needs to be) ]

Tis of no account - the error was on my side, not yours. I thank you for your apology, but there truly is no need.

Voice; night 8th->9th

[lightcatcher]

[The feed only records the sound of the wind at first. They have found a sheltered place under the branches of low, meagre trees a small way up the side of the valley, shielded from sight yet offering a view of their surroundings all the same, and while Tauriel is seeing after the horses and the humans are asleep, Fëanáro has taken some steps away from both to contact his son; hear of news and address a topic that his talk with House brought up.]

Maglor.

[And sure enough that name rang his son's device when he spoke it first, and he repeats it once the connection has been made. Maglor. The intonation and quality of the vowels is faintly off (he has not heard much Sindarin in his life, though some of it is very recent now), and his tone is almost a question, though not quite. Why.]

Voice; night 8th->9th

[bythewaves]

Atarinya? [ Maglor still sounds tired and weary, a bit more present, perhaps (he has always done better given something to do, and he has an elven princeling to care for until his father arrives, and then who knows? for this insult, what repatriation can he make that is sufficient?) There is confusion on his part as well. Why that particular form of address? ]

What is it? [ Why use that name? ]

video

[knavishness]

[Will is sitting in a room that looks nothing like the room he lives in in the Station. This new room is covered in gold and bright fabric, with pillows and lanterns decorating every surface. Far from comfortable, Will looks upset, nearly panicked if he could reach that far in his emotional handbag]

Mags? MAGS!? Got a bloody problem right now.

video

[bythewaves]

Will? [ Maglor is up and reaching for his sword, responding as much to the tone as anything else, and it takes a brief moment to register that is the locket. ]

Will what ails you? Where are you?

voice

[knavishness]

Your brother is bonkers, mate.

[His voice is quiet, almost as though he's hiding]

video

[bythewaves]

Will? What is wrong? [ anxious and worried ]

What has happened to Celegorm?

[ and then utterly resigned ]

...What has he done now?

Near midnight July 28 | Voice | Private

[avisionofwar]

Brother! I... brother...

... I've met, at last, with the Seelie commander who holds the Silmaril. We've arranged... [ His voice seems so small, uncertain, thin as a thread. He hasn't stammered so much since he was a child. ]

...arranged... an exchange. She'll deliver the Silmaril to you. And our oath again, I hope, will quiet. Guard it well from all that comes! The courts, the war... from everything.

Near midnight July 28 | Action with Will

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor has been in the Seelie castle with Will, hunting for the Silmaril, praying desperately that he finds it before it is too late. Between Clara, Will's skills and Maglor's own abilities they have passed unseen and unnoted, but even the Oath can only drive Maglor so long without rest, when he is already worn to the very edges of his endurance. And their search has been hopeless so far, the only thing of worth is Maglor's little ainsel fairy who found them in the search and has refused to be sent away again (she indicates that she left the note but recieved no reply from the Seelie monarchs, and the fury that Maglor holds against Morla widens to encompass Solais as well). When the message comes Maglor is outside the walls, in as safe a place as they might find, and he goes pale, reading easily between the lines the things Celegorm does not say.

No ]

Will! [ the call is soft but urgent ] Come here - we are out of time - we need to get back to the army lines now.

audio; private

[boutant]

[ She hears it and she knows, bile rising in her throat, that her message to Celegorm was too late. She knows and she scrambles with her locket, in the safety of the Station (Aubri has been looked after, healed, and will not hear; she can't face his anger at Celegorm, not right now. She can't face the responses of others either, and so she tells the locket that this is for Maglor and Maglor only), so close but so very far to where she last spoke to Maglor.

She tries to say his name but at first there are no words, just a choked sound; syllables that won't pass her tongue, a sob that won't quite form. She has to take another breath, has to force her grip on the locket to loosen as her knuckles start to ache. ]

He-

[ Again, she falters. Again, she takes a deep breath, but this time it shakes, trembling with her heart. ]

Maglor.

[ It's all she can say, as deep and sorrowful and never-ending as the ocean on the shores of Limbo. ]

audio; private

[bythewaves]

[ It is a week and a day before she gets a response ]

Ariadne.

[ He sounds... exhausted. As if all the joy has gone out of him, as if all the life has been drained away ]

They tell me Celegorm lives again. [ And the hate which was washed out of him with the loss of his heart flickers to life again - how could they bring him back, why could they not let him rest? ] He woke not a few hours ago.

video | after getting his heart

[silvergift]

[Her face is pale as she sits on the ground, legs crossed and the chest (closed now) sitting in her lap. It's taken awhile for her to pull herself together enough to contact him. Celebrían can remember what she saw of Will's memory of his hearts removal and this-

She swallows hard.]

What is this?

[She knows that he'll know what she means. Not the chest or its contents but why it's there and not with him, not a part of him.]

video

[bythewaves]

[ It is a long time before she gets a response - once again, the most obvious thing is that his Light has simply gone out, the music absent from his voice. This time however, the consequences seem more severe. The first time, Maglor had been calm and almost cheerful. Now he seems a doll with strings cut, eyes empty ]

My heart, I think Celebrian. I do not know why. I was only telling Will I was tired.

the day after he gets his heart back

[silvergift]

[Celebrían gives herself a little more time to think on what she wants to say and to give him a chance to readjust to having his heart back. There are things she wants to say, things she should and shouldn't say. And she knows she has to keep herself in control, desperate to keep from ruining the relationship she has with Maglor.]

We need to talk, uncle.

[bythewaves]

[ The return of his heart had been... not entirely a surprise (a week and a day, he wished for the first time), but a pleasant one all the same (for they had not know if it would hold true this time as well) - once again, he has gone pale and crumpled, the box vanishing as if it had never been, and his Light returned to him. Perhaps this time, it seemed more painful. He looks the way he did the first time - quiet, and pale, his Light flickering unsteadily (perhaps, if one looks closely, he is a little too pale) ]

Celebrian. What is it, little niece? [ The endearment he has not used the whole time he was heartless ]

[video] totally evening of july 30th whoops

[waterbearer]

[ Here is a face you may remember, and a voice you may recognize ]

Maglor.

I am sorry, for your loss, and whatever part, unwilling, I played in it.

[ There is a pause. ]

But, as one I would claim at least something of a friend, and for Celebrimbor's sake, I would tell you what I know of it.

You know, of course, of Clarisse's network post. Afterwards, Celegorm decided to ride out with an army, with the intention to set siege to the castle and retrieve the 'silmaril'. [ He hesitates over the word, uncertain of its pronunciation ]

Many of the Seelie spotted a large army on the march towards Caer Glaem, and fearing another incursion much like the one months previous, but with more manpower, we tried to gather and fight to defend the castle. There are children, teachers, all manner of non-combatants who call Caer Glaem their refuge, many of which were drawn here by the monarchs for a war they are ill-equipped to fight, if they even desire to.

In light of that, we gathered to fight, an head of the Unseelie forces, while others sought to evacuate the castle of those who could not defend themselves, should the worst occur. Many of us did not know the reasoning for the battle until almost two days into it, and some did not even know until your pronouncement that was broadcast over the network.

It should not have happened. I will forever regret not catching sight of Clarisse sooner, to know of the battle and its intentions. I regret not pushing harder once the trade was decided, for there are ways to die that lend themselves to resuscitation, for the body can remain dead for a matter of minutes before it is too late to save.

[ He is silent. For all of his regrets, there is little he can do of them, and even then it likely could not have changed the tide. ]

If I can assist you in any way, do not hesitate to ask. You can consider it a debt owed, if nothing else.

[voice] absolutely it was but this is almost two weeks later

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor uses voice so as not to betray how badly the return of his heart has affected him - exhausted and tired and wrung to the limits of his endurance, but the voice is cool and distant, the proud prince rather than the gentle bard ]

Kaldur'ahm. I know of the way Clarisse flung my family's treasure in our faces, for was I not one of the first to answer? It was not just Celegorm's threats she refused but my pleading, also - and it was I who spoke before my brother. She was warned, and Celegorm fulfilled his part. I do not hold the Seelie at fault for defending their own, but I do cast fault against your queen, who despite my warning did nothing to prevent it. I cast fault against those who call her friend, and who did not act to stop her. I cast fault against those who let her go through with my brother's execution.

I do not blame you.

I thank you for the kindness of your thought. Yet I will take nothing from the hand of any who hold with the courts or who stand with Clarisse.

Private Video

[avisionofwar]

[ It is dark around him, surrounded by old stone. The light of the locket is the only light to see by, and it illuminates his face as he begins to sob. ]

Brother, brother, brother, please, please, please...

Private Video I am so sorry

[bythewaves]

[ The answer is slow and curiously blank - Maglor's eyes are empty, and the music gone from his voice ]

Celegorm? Ah... I dream again it seems. Hush, little brother.


[ Next to Celegorm, the little ainsel presses close against him and chimes worriedly at him Told you. Something's wrong ]

[private - Aug 9]

[bird_brain]

[La Llorona is a haven, if only because of Ariadne's presence. His time at the Station had been restful, for the most part, but Aubri found traveling away from it a relief that he couldn't quite articulate. There's no reminder of war here, where Ariadne has built her home.

But there's one person who has been on Aubri's mind. He had heard rumor of Maglor in the Station, but had stayed away. (He's an old fool and coward of a bird.) So, when he's safely away and feeling a little more like himself, he sends one short message.]

Who told you that you could stop talking to me?

private video

[bythewaves]

[ For most, Maglor has stuck to only voice, for his voice is the one thing the lost bard of the Noldor has always had exquisite control over. But Aubri his family has wronged, and badly, and he deserves the video. So Aubri gets to see him as he is, right now - pale and his Light flickering (flickering beneath his skin, a fire that consumes from the inside out) - but his voice is as steady as ever, and his face betrays nothing - the mask of the Prince, of the High King, distant and remote (but the madness lurks so very very close now, there in the back of his eyes) ]

None, Master Aubri. Yet I did not think you wanted more to do with the brother of your torturer.

backdated to Nerdanel's post

[knavishness]

[Will lets the locket fall for a moment while he pokes at a very tired and pale Maglor]

Mags, think your mum's here now. Come on, Mags, up you get.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor stirs easily but he still looks unwell ]

Mother? We left her behind. I am only dreaming.

video - a day and a half after Arwen's video

[silvergift]

I have settled at the Station, uncle. Is Arwen well?

[Right to business, yes. Her daughter. Worrying. Fretting. It's happening.]

vid forever

[bythewaves]

You travel fast, little niece, but aye she is. She is armed, now - her brothers, she said, saw to it that she learnt. Only one of the blades from the armory for the moment, until we can get to a forge, but it is a good one and will serve her well.

Shall I bring her tonight?

[Voice]

[vanyel_ashkevron]

There is one I wish for you to meet - at your convenience, of course. His name is Stefen and -

He is my shay'kreth'ashke. [He loves saying that and knowing it's true. Without his lover's support, he doubts he would be in such a stable place currently.] His Gift is a rarity. He can sing pain away.

[Voice]

[bythewaves]

A strange gift indeed, Vanyel - one that must be highly prized, no doubt. [ Vanyel does not see, but pain spasms across his face and Maglor's hand goes to his heart, his Light flickering once, drawing a concerned look from his brother. Shaking his head he mouths Bad memories, and his voice stays steady and calm ]

And what does that word mean, bardling?

[playmakings]

[ There's a text from Kelsi with coordinates just outside the Unseelie territory. If Maglor ventures, there's a small box containing a few homemade bags of tea and a handwritten note: ]


❤Maglor❤
Thank you for putting up with me and all of my questions! You have so much patience. I really admire you, so I'm giving you my favourite blend of tea. I hope Elves can drink it! Maybe if you just smell it a lot, you'll get the same effect?
♬Kelsi Nielson

P.S. Sorry I had to make you walk, none of the fairies wanted to deliver to Unseelie.☻

[bythewaves]

[ It is after dark when the reply comes back, Maglor taking advantage of his ring to fetch it himself rather than send his ainsel ]

Thank you, brave heart. I will enjoy trying this, and will think of you when I do. It is always a joy to teach those eager to learn, and I am happy to answer whatever questions you have.

MASS TEXT; backdated to the 1st.

[mixcds]

Dear fellow shard bearer,

I was hoping I might be able to have a chat with you about a couple of things, at the behest of Higgin, the majordomo of Caer Scima. I'm looking to take note of your current whereabouts and any special abilities you may have or may have been granted by Morla.

I appreciate that this is actually very forward, but you'd be doing me an incredible favour by getting in touch.

Sincerely,
Kieren Walker

text

[bythewaves]

A strange request. One might wonder why? I am not overly fond of having my movements tracked.

audio

[silvergift]

Uncle, I wonder if you might do a favor for me?

audio

[bythewaves]

Of course little niece. What do you require?

christmas delivery!

[digophelia]

[ Alice's imps will leave a card, in addition to a cannister of loose-leaf tea that she's blended herself, in a strange tea cup. If you feel so inclined, there's a small box of cookies she's made. A Wonderland signature, but still very much an Alice thing to do. ]

december 25th.

[boutant]

[ Delivered by raven is recipe book for French cuisine and a small music box that plays "Frère Jacques". ]

[private video]

[stillhope]

I have a favor to ask of you. Legolas asked me to speak with the Neurwë clan - offer them refuge in I Othrann-in-Heneb. I leave with a guide and a few guards soon, should I need assistance... [You know, in case everything hits the fan] Might I call on you?

[private video]

[bythewaves]

Of course, silme. Go careful. If you need me, try and find a tavern - I have, I think, been to all of them by now. If not, get outside and find a place to defend yourself, and I will be there as soon as I may.

action; 7th of January

[muscovy]

[Muscovy has been asleep for weeks when he suddenly shows up at Maglor's side and speaks up.] I found a place for us to stay, but you or Mr Maedhros must speak to him because I am too small, yes? [Because obviously nobody would make a contract with someone whose status is perceived as a dependent child and in truth is that of a dependent territory.]

action

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor startles, hand going to his sword before he recognises Muscovy and relaxes. The next thing Muscovy will know is Maglor pulling him into a tight hug ]

Oh Muscovy, you are awake!

it's only forever backdated, sigh

[bird_brain]

[The storm came on the scream of a raptor; terrible and cold, it was as if fear itself had been given sound. Carried on a bitter cold wind, it reached even the ends of the Drabworld -- and it brought with it death. Underneath roiling clouds, given life by magic, the world froze. Ice and snow caught creatures where they stood, and trapped them for the death that they could not escape.

And the great bird -- so great it blacked out the sky itself -- still cried its hunt, Caer Scima standing starkly below it.

(And then a weary keen echoes it, and it would be a tone known to friends, as Aubri pulls himself from sleep.)]

/pets

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor is jerked from what passes for rest for him these days, reaching for the lockets and trying to reach for his friend ]

Aubri? Aubri are you well? What happened?

{Action}

[rangerandking]

She is gone. {Ranging has its uses and Ehtyarion is kind enough to bear him. Clearly the bond he is forging with Maglor is growing if Aragorn can find him in his time of need.

He is cloaked in green, easily mistaken for a shadow in the forest, and his expression is hidden.} Arwen Undómiel returns to lands that are destined to be renewed. There she will experience pain and joy...

Lord Elrond will dry her tears and show her a brighter future.

{Action}

[bythewaves]

.............Oh Aragorn.

[ Another tie snapped, another loss, but Aragorn means more than his own pain, and Maglor lifts his head from where he rests and takes the steps needed to pull the Ranger into his arms ]

I am sorry.