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[bythewaves]

[ ... good thing Curufin was the only one who reproduced huh ]

Hm, much like you, she enjoyed greatly making them - but more, she enjoyed throwing them. At whoever upset her at the time. I do believe she once got into a fight with Irisse... sorry, Aredhel - no one put them in white for at least a Tree year after that.

[silvergift]

[Or he could have visited Imladris while the twins or Arwen were growing up.]

Oh, I did not throw them. Often. [Once in awhile there had been someone who got on her young nerves. Like a trader patronizing her and then things just... happened.]

I can barely imagine that. Mother has always had a fondness for while, that I can remember.

[bythewaves]

She might now, but oh, you should have heard the tantrums back in the day. Between her and Aredhel, it sometimes felt like a competition as to which of them could ruin their lovely white dresses faster.

[silvergift]

I cannot imagine that mother lost it very often. If ever she has wanted to do something, little could stop her.

[bythewaves]

Oh that last was as true then as it doubtless is now. But do not let her calmness decieve you! She has a tmper, has your mother, and a way of getting even!

[silvergift]

Oh no, I would never. I have never seen her temper, truly, but I have been scolded. I was certainly frightened then, even if it was barely a fraction of her upset.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor smiles a little wryly in reminiscence ]

Oh, I do not doubt that she could be terrifying if she so chose. But in Valinor the greatest terror was never being sure how she would exact her revenge later!

[silvergift]

She certainly could, that is not a skill easily lost I think. [She laughs.]

Was she really so creative that you all lived in terror of it?

[bythewaves]

Oh yes - she had a knack for knowing exactly what you most did not want, and finding the most humiliating way of giving you exactly that. She did not always indulge so, of course - which only made it worse, for you were never certain if this was going to be that time.

[silvergift]

Ooh, she really was quite terrible. I would hope you all learned your lessons quickly so that you would have been able to avoid her revenge.

[bythewaves]

Ah now, I would like to think I certainly did, but we were young and the fire of life was strong in all of us in those days. Many in the family dared her temper, knowing she would never truly hurt them, for the sheer thrill of it, I sometimes think.

[ If he was one of them, he does not say ]

[silvergift]

[Some part of her is sure that he was.]

No doubt she made them all regret it each and every time. I wonder if ever she failed to make it creative though with how often you all much have tried her so.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor shrugs cheerfully back at her ]

That you will have to ask her, I think. Certainly I never noticed a lack!

[silvergift]

I think that I will. Who better to ask than the source herself!

[bythewaves]

Who better indeed [ he nods wryly ] - just do not tell her who told you eh? I would rather not learn if she remains as creative as she was then.

[silvergift]

I will be sure not to mention your involvement. I would not want you to suffer so at her hands again.

[bythewaves]

Why thank you kindly, little niece! [ is the wry retort ] I am glad to escape one such tongue lashing! For a little while, at the least.

[silvergift]

[A soft laugh.] At least I can do that much for you.

[bythewaves]

Thank you, little niece.

[ for everything ]

[silvergift]

You do not have to thank me, uncle.

[bythewaves]

Perhaps not, but I do, in any case.

[silvergift]

Then you are welcome.

[voice] forevermuch later and later still, after waiting and thinking...

[waterbearer]

(... and dwelling and feeling a bit sick about it but after redgate and now the drabkeep castle he has to ask.)

You are, of course, under no obligation to answer me, but for the safety and well-being of those whom I hold dear, and damn the courts for their false divisions of them.

[ He hates asking this. He hated asking it of Alyosha and that went terribly, but if the Drabkeep can offer neither safe haven nor knowledge of one, and Artemis is alone, and Nico is searching for the Black Shuck, and Alyosha was dead and then alive... ]

Your brother... did he, before his passing, or you bearing him, after it, have any encounters with the Black Shuck, or the Black Dog that guards death.

This world is strange and I... I am forced to suspect that Death is not necessarily permanent. [ Quieter, then. ] In my world, such is not unheard of, though rare does one come back alive the same.

[voice] (oh Kaldur)

[bythewaves]

[ Vague surprise, as he was not... expecting to hear from Kaldur again but... Maglor knows the pain of kin sundured on opposite sides. However there's the part about how Celegorm does not... actually want to tell people he's alive, so he has to be careful about his answer ]

I saw and heard nothing, and if there was a Black Dog present before, none of those who were with my brother have spoken of such to me. In fairness, the world might have fallen around me and like as not I would not have cared. [ Could not, as he had been heartless, but Will guarded him well and would have said something ]

But none have said to me that they saw anything like what you are describing. [ Celegorm included ]

[voice] (its probably wise for the time being because Alyosha wasn't exactly sane and then Ra's...)

[waterbearer]

[ Kaldur exhales, a quiet form of blessing. He regrets that this conversation ever occur, but Nico needs to know, and for Kaldur's own sake, he is quite done seeing attempted assassinations the only family he has when he can do nothing, and they have done nothing, to warrant such.

He is tired of watching his family die. Or disappear. In any world, much less this one. ]

Thank you. I am sorry, to force you to revisit such memories.

[ A pause, and another exhale ]

And, I confess, I am grateful, that you have not had to suffer watching one you love die and return, changed. The the magic of this world and my own are different, I have never heard of such a thing occurring differently.

Those brought back to life can be so easily twisted, whether it is a change visible on the skin, or elsewhere.

Again, Maglor, I thank you, and I am sorry for your grief.