Maglor Makalaure Canafinwe Feanorion (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bythewaves) wrote2013-04-30 09:54 am
bythewaves) wrote2013-04-30 09:54 am
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Then you will have done the best you can, and none can say you did not try. [ firm ] The consequences will be on their own heads, then. [ Something dark flickers in his voice at that - for above Clarisse, above himself... he blames the Seelie Queen for Celegorm's death ]
But I think they will - they seem good folk. Certainly, Legolas has had no trouble, but then again, as I said, the People of the Wood have a unique perspective, in that regard. Always a good idea to have in a garden. [ He nods ] But grow things for pleasure too, little builder - fruit and flower may bring ease even in the hard times... and you may be grateful for the fruit in the lean!
Hm? Alcalasse? It means... mm, Bright, Glorious. You shine, Ariadne.
But I think they will - they seem good folk. Certainly, Legolas has had no trouble, but then again, as I said, the People of the Wood have a unique perspective, in that regard. Always a good idea to have in a garden. [ He nods ] But grow things for pleasure too, little builder - fruit and flower may bring ease even in the hard times... and you may be grateful for the fruit in the lean!
Hm? Alcalasse? It means... mm, Bright, Glorious. You shine, Ariadne.
[ A considering pause and he shrugs a little ] From Morla, I might take such, if I could see it so. But not ever from Solais.
[ Hi, guess who we lay the biggest portion of the blame on ]
[ Hi, guess who we lay the biggest portion of the blame on ]
[ The bit of darkness in his voice makes her shiver, unseen by the locket. This is war -- this is what will happen, one by one, unless she can do something. ]
Oh, I will! Apples should be okay, right? With the weather? And... I always liked sunflowers, when I was younger.
[ Oh. She ducks her head, cheeks red; when she speaks, the pleased embarrassment is clear. ] Thank you.
Oh, I will! Apples should be okay, right? With the weather? And... I always liked sunflowers, when I was younger.
[ Oh. She ducks her head, cheeks red; when she speaks, the pleased embarrassment is clear. ] Thank you.
I would think so, yes. You may be able to persuade a pear or plum tree to grow as well - I fear I am not the best suited to ask, however.
Sunflowers? Aye, bright and golden - they would suit you, I think.
[ a soft amused huff ] I speak as I see, Ariadne, no need for thanks. But I am glad you approve.
Sunflowers? Aye, bright and golden - they would suit you, I think.
[ a soft amused huff ] I speak as I see, Ariadne, no need for thanks. But I am glad you approve.
[She can tell.]
I trust neither the seelie or unseelie monarchs uncle, should I ask, please do not deny what I offer. Whether it come initially from Solais, it would be my gift for you.
I trust neither the seelie or unseelie monarchs uncle, should I ask, please do not deny what I offer. Whether it come initially from Solais, it would be my gift for you.
[ He tips his head in a bow to her, a quiet little smile in his eyes ]
And who am I, to refuse Galadriel's fair daughter? If it comes from your hand, little niece, I will not refuse it. But do not put yourself in debt for me.
And who am I, to refuse Galadriel's fair daughter? If it comes from your hand, little niece, I will not refuse it. But do not put yourself in debt for me.
[ There, finally, she's won a smile, although she cannot see it ]
Perhaps, or perhaps not. There is something to be said, little builder, about the thought of you lying amidst a field of golden sunflowers, reaching high above your head in a bright cloud.
Thank you.
Perhaps, or perhaps not. There is something to be said, little builder, about the thought of you lying amidst a field of golden sunflowers, reaching high above your head in a bright cloud.
Thank you.
You would have a very upset niece. [She sighs softly, relaxing.] I will not. When I ask for it, it will because they owe something to me.
I am sure they will [ not an ounce of doubt ]
But I would be glad to know their answer.
But I would be glad to know their answer.
I will look forward to it, then.
[ If I am still here he does not say. ]
[ If I am still here he does not say. ]
[ a quiet nod and he smiles again for her ]
You are far too kind to me Celebrian. Thank you.
You are far too kind to me Celebrian. Thank you.
I have only ever been as kind to others and they had shown they deserve.
Hm, perhaps. There are many who would argue otherwise, in regards to me, little niece.
[ But he won't, since he's already established she's as stubborn as her mother ]
[ But he won't, since he's already established she's as stubborn as her mother ]
I do not care what they might say. You have earned my love and kindness.
[Stubborn as both her parents.]
[Stubborn as both her parents.]
[ the smile she gets is a little more solid, a little more real ]
You truly are a good match for him, Celebrian, a heart as wide as the ocean.
You truly are a good match for him, Celebrian, a heart as wide as the ocean.
I am glad that you think so, uncle. For a long time, I did not think I was worthy of his affections.
[You know, during those two thousand years where he said nothing.]
[You know, during those two thousand years where he said nothing.]
[ an amused huff ] I suspect he might say the same. You are a credit to your parents, little niece. If there is one thing I might be grateful for, it is this chance to know you.
[ 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...
Brother, brother, brother, please, please, please...
[ 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 ]
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 ]
Edited 2014-08-08 14:51 (UTC)
I AM NO DREAM!
[ The shriek, thick with terror, becomes a sob. ]
Help me! Help me, I'm trapped in the stone!
[ The shriek, thick with terror, becomes a sob. ]
Help me! Help me, I'm trapped in the stone!
You always say that. [ But not the tearing grief it should be but quiet and empty resignation ] Every time. But you have to be, you know - twice now, I have had to watch you die. And every night you call to me, because I could not save you. And every morning you are still not here... there are only ashes.
[ But, despite the lack of heart, there is something in him that still cannot bear to watch his brother suffer - quiet and pale, a hand reaches to brush the surface of the locket ]
Does it move, little brother? Cold stone does not suit you. Tis always fire for us - push it away. Little one, are you there? Help him.
[ The little ainsel huffs indignantly, what is she supposed to do then? But obediently she brightens her glow, flying up as guide ]
[ But, despite the lack of heart, there is something in him that still cannot bear to watch his brother suffer - quiet and pale, a hand reaches to brush the surface of the locket ]
Does it move, little brother? Cold stone does not suit you. Tis always fire for us - push it away. Little one, are you there? Help him.
[ The little ainsel huffs indignantly, what is she supposed to do then? But obediently she brightens her glow, flying up as guide ]
[ Celegorm is laying down, it seems-- entombed in a stone crypt. But the light of the little fairy reveals that the heavy stone he had felt above him is a little ajar. Just enough of a crack for him to wrpggle a few fingers, and then, a hand, through. Towards the light.
Panting, locket still clutched in one hand, he shoves at the stone. It grates a little, but will not be moved. Even bracing his feet together against the bottom of the lid and shoving with all fours only slides it a very little. ]
I'm trapped.
I'm still trapped.
Panting, locket still clutched in one hand, he shoves at the stone. It grates a little, but will not be moved. Even bracing his feet together against the bottom of the lid and shoving with all fours only slides it a very little. ]
I'm trapped.
I'm still trapped.
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