[He must have someone to watch over his son and relay word of him that has no bias in Makalaurë himself; and while he would prefer that person to be of kin (he has found a rift in understanding between himself and the secondborn too great for proper understanding of what he fears his son's situation is, and they seem to be the majority among those from other worlds - and he can only assume that those that Maglor travels with are taken from other worlds as well) he will take anyone, as long as they seem reliable. But to contact them, he needs their names.]
[ A long pause, Maglor eyeing his father quietly - here, here, is the politician that he became, all emotion locked away behind utter indifference, because to feel is to break ]
Because. [ he says eventually ] We do not trust her, the Unseelie Queen. Because we are weary of fighting, especially another's war. [ We, he says, not They ] Because I saw how easily she led Celegorm, and felt the brush of her power against me.
[ He does not give their names - and that as well, speaks much of his regard for them as opposed to the Queen. He is protecting them ]
[He nods, briefly. It is not something that he feels it safe to comment on, not in a castle where he does not yet know where ears might hear, not through seeing stones such as these that might be overseen by another.
But though Celegorm's words might have swayed him more than he would admit, even to himself, he does not trust the queen that brought them here, does loathe that her son has sworn himself to her. He may be less decided in his answers, but Maglor's words still ring true to him.]
But I am not her, and I am not your brother; and I desire to speak with your companions, if only briefly. [His voice is softer now, beckoning.] I worry for you, Makalaurë, and my heart will rest easier if I would know those whose company you share. [It is not a lie at all; not the full truth, maybe, but close enough to be honest.]
[ He hesitates a long moment before he nods, slowly ]
Daud. Ask to speak to Daud. [ That should be safe enough, he thinks - everyone who pays any attention to gossip knows that Daud demanded to be released from the Queen's service in their audience. The old soldier has little fear of the Queen, though plenty of respect for her power, and he is already so out of favour Maglor feels it cannot do any harm. Besides, the grizzled veteran has proven time and again to be the most level headed of their group. ]
Perhaps, but. I understood where he was coming from having been separated from family before.
[What is with her? She is normally not this nervous. The fact this man was looking for his sons and he obviously found some of his sons makes her feel even more guilty. Alice frowns.]
Please allow me to make up for it in some way, sir.
He is. [ soft and sad ] He is my father, and it has been a long, long time.
Do not feel you have to, mistress. Our family's affairs have always been fraught with peril and emotion. To be frank, it would be safer for you if you had as little to do with us as possible.
[That? That earns a suspicious look from Alice; she isn't one to brush those things off, although she finds herself just a little insulted, despite the good intentions. Alice's face grows dark.]
So I saw; you look like him. With all due respect, Mr. Maglor, I am capable of fending for myself if needed. And I've already agreed to go with him and a group to this so-called station.
I do not want to be apart of a war and I am no soldier. I would feel more content being out of these realms. I only felt the need to offer, because the moment I saw you, I wondered if you were his.
[ he cannot quite hide the flinch at her words but his voice is as even as ever ]
As you say mistress, yet beware! No good has ever come to those who deal deeply with us, for good or ill. Have a care of my father. He means well, truly, but he does not always spare a thought for those around him in the pursuit of his goals.
[For lack of better words. Alice figures if she goes with them, she's out of the way. Though with this, she may be exceptionally weary. His omittance is respected by her, however-]
I only wish to leave this castle, nothing more. I am not going to be confided amongst the unseelie court. The lesser of evils, unfortunately.
I am, however, concerned. Has alerting the both of you to each other think of him as much? To be blunt, good sir, you look dreadful.
Probably for the best - Father will do his best by you, but he is... not the best at caring for others.
[ He shrugs ] I love him, and I missed him dearly, but... I have been burnt by his flame before. I would still follow him, to whatever end, but I would spare others that flame.
And I will be well, mistress. In time. [ which is not a denial of how bad he looks ]
[She's never fought with hers, she was far too young. Far too young to lose her family.]
It's a strange thing to include yourself in that warning, but. I was already armed to begin with.
[She could outright say she will not hesitate to use her knife against anyone who does even raise their hand against her. No, that would be too much right now.]
You can insist that everything will be well, but I promise some sort of peace offering.
Anyone is capable of being dangerous, Mr. Maglor. Things are never simple as they seem and I am not that much of a fool.
[Ironically, that self-deprecation angers her, it brings dark thoughts to her mind. Maybe it angers her because she can see elements of herself in it.]
Your omission is appreciated but never allow your omissions to kill you.
Well, for the sake of sanity, that is something I am willing to look past momentarily.
[She understands, or so she hopes. It's infuriating to see someone talk about themselves in such a matter. She can't get a gauge for him quite yet so there's no point to drill him to step out of it.]
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