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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[His eyes widen in surprise at his son's words.
That explains the feeling of familiarity that Celebrían gave him.]
We have spoken.
[He doesn't comment further, yet his surprise does not give way to the distance that it holds when he speaks of Artanis - at least not yet.]
That explains the feeling of familiarity that Celebrían gave him.]
We have spoken.
[He doesn't comment further, yet his surprise does not give way to the distance that it holds when he speaks of Artanis - at least not yet.]
Truly? She seems a fine one - Elrond clearly loves her dearly. [ And so Maglor must automatically do so as well ]
[ wistful ] I suppose I should be grateful for a chance to know her here.
[ wistful ] I suppose I should be grateful for a chance to know her here.
What is your and Elrond's relationship?
[He has caught bits and pieces, but not as told by his son, and is curious to hear the whole picture.]
[He has caught bits and pieces, but not as told by his son, and is curious to hear the whole picture.]
[ a pause, then ]
It is... complicated, atarinya, and bound, as so many things are, with your silmarils. [ Maglor sighs and fiddles with the harp, looking for a way to explain ]
We learnt, eventually, that one of them was in the keeping of the peredhel princess of Sirion. When she did not yield it, we... stormed their camp. [ the words are like ashes in his mouth - Sirion was little more than a glorified refugee camp, far too few guards, and mostly frightened survivors of too many wars and kinslayings - things might have been different if Earendil was home, but he was not, and so... ]
We did not retrieve it, and ... Elwing jumped - to her death, we all thought, leaving behind her two children. Twin boys - Elrond and Elros. Maedhros, sorry, Nyelafinwe and I... we took them with us. [ and perhaps it is notable that Maedhros is the only one he mentions, of all his brothers ] We... I could not tell you with any clarity what we were thinking, that day. I suppose we wanted hostages, if their father came back? I do not know. But... over time... things changed.
[ a long pause, then he admits ] Elrond is as a son to me.
It is... complicated, atarinya, and bound, as so many things are, with your silmarils. [ Maglor sighs and fiddles with the harp, looking for a way to explain ]
We learnt, eventually, that one of them was in the keeping of the peredhel princess of Sirion. When she did not yield it, we... stormed their camp. [ the words are like ashes in his mouth - Sirion was little more than a glorified refugee camp, far too few guards, and mostly frightened survivors of too many wars and kinslayings - things might have been different if Earendil was home, but he was not, and so... ]
We did not retrieve it, and ... Elwing jumped - to her death, we all thought, leaving behind her two children. Twin boys - Elrond and Elros. Maedhros, sorry, Nyelafinwe and I... we took them with us. [ and perhaps it is notable that Maedhros is the only one he mentions, of all his brothers ] We... I could not tell you with any clarity what we were thinking, that day. I suppose we wanted hostages, if their father came back? I do not know. But... over time... things changed.
[ a long pause, then he admits ] Elrond is as a son to me.
[And here he thought he could steer the conversation to more shores more joyful for his son by way of this question.
But it still tells him much, and more by way of what is not said or mentioned.] How many years have passed for you since then? [How many years has it only been the two of you? (It does not even occur to him to wonder if one of their brothers might have left them instead of passed on, they would not leave their brothers, none of them, not if a choice was possible.]
But it still tells him much, and more by way of what is not said or mentioned.] How many years have passed for you since then? [How many years has it only been the two of you? (It does not even occur to him to wonder if one of their brothers might have left them instead of passed on, they would not leave their brothers, none of them, not if a choice was possible.]
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[ the pause this time is brief - these dates are close to him now, and will always be so ]
Sirion was some 50 years ago now. [ 50 years. So long, and so short. 50 years and now I am alone ]
Sirion was some 50 years ago now. [ 50 years. So long, and so short. 50 years and now I am alone ]
[Fifty years, at most, and then Maitimo was gone as well... For he knows that he isn't with Makalaurë anymore in the time that he came from.
He's really trying to end the conversation on a positive note, though, mostly because he hopes for that to aid his son's help, if only in the slightest.]
How long was it that Elrond stayed with you?
He's really trying to end the conversation on a positive note, though, mostly because he hopes for that to aid his son's help, if only in the slightest.]
How long was it that Elrond stayed with you?
[ Sorry dad, but all Maglor's tales end in tears these days ]
25 years. Not long, as we count it. When ... when they were old enough, Maedhros and I, we decided to let them go - better that they went free of us. [ For we loved them, and would not drag them with us, and even then, we began to see how it must end ]
25 years. Not long, as we count it. When ... when they were old enough, Maedhros and I, we decided to let them go - better that they went free of us. [ For we loved them, and would not drag them with us, and even then, we began to see how it must end ]
[One last attempt and then he must speak to Tauriel before the others awaken.]
Children in Middle Earth grow more swiftly than those in Aman?
Children in Middle Earth grow more swiftly than those in Aman?
Not really - but like their parents, the boys were peredhil - half-elven. They grew more swiftly than those of full blood, but slower than Men. By the time they left us, they were mature in body, if not perhaps entirely in mind, eager and ready to see the wide world. [ If, perhaps, supremely irritated and more than a little hurt that their parental figures had suggested that they not come back. Ever. ]
[He still knows little enough of the secondborn that such an union as must have happened between their grandparents does not seem terribly unexpected to him.]
You raised them well. [At least if Elrond as he met him in the Unseelie halls is anything to go by.]
You raised them well. [At least if Elrond as he met him in the Unseelie halls is anything to go by.]
[ that gets a very real smile - whatever his guilt for tangling the twins' fate with his, to heart that Feanor approves is something he never thought to hear ]
Thank you atarinya. I am glad you thought so.
Thank you atarinya. I am glad you thought so.
I do.
But we need to end here - I will message you again in a few days.
But we need to end here - I will message you again in a few days.
[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.
Mags? MAGS!? Got a bloody problem right now.
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?
Will what ails you? Where are you?
Mags! Oh, that god.
I'm... [He's almost embarrassed to admit exactly where he is]
Look, go in my room and see if the bottle is still in the drawer under my bed. [He leans his head against a golden wall and sighs in frustration] Just don't let no one know what you're doing.
I'm... [He's almost embarrassed to admit exactly where he is]
Look, go in my room and see if the bottle is still in the drawer under my bed. [He leans his head against a golden wall and sighs in frustration] Just don't let no one know what you're doing.
[ Maglor blinks back in confusion, but as it is important to Will he only nods and signs off to do so.
Ordinarily, sneaking around other Elves is difficult, particularly if one of said Elves is your Father, and he is hovering worriedly. Fortunately, Maglor is... well, he's not well but he's certainly better, and Feanor has finally unbent enough to give in to his curiosity about the station now that he's convinced his son isn't about to Fade. And with the others all caught up in their own dramas it is easy enough for Maglor to wrap concealment around himself (tiring, but doable), and drift like a shadow down the halls to Will's room.
It takes a little while but eventually the locket pings back a reply ]
I cannot find it Will. You are certain it was there?
Ordinarily, sneaking around other Elves is difficult, particularly if one of said Elves is your Father, and he is hovering worriedly. Fortunately, Maglor is... well, he's not well but he's certainly better, and Feanor has finally unbent enough to give in to his curiosity about the station now that he's convinced his son isn't about to Fade. And with the others all caught up in their own dramas it is easy enough for Maglor to wrap concealment around himself (tiring, but doable), and drift like a shadow down the halls to Will's room.
It takes a little while but eventually the locket pings back a reply ]
I cannot find it Will. You are certain it was there?
OF COURSE IT-- Sorry, ain't your-- Okay, just, maybe if you call me?
[Will hates this world. HATES. He only wanted to take a nap after a big lunch and cold beer. Was this punishment?
OH! That damn fairy! If he ever found it again he was going to take it tiny wings off]
[Will hates this world. HATES. He only wanted to take a nap after a big lunch and cold beer. Was this punishment?
OH! That damn fairy! If he ever found it again he was going to take it tiny wings off]
[ A shake of the head and a crooked smile ]
Do not apologise Will, I know how important it is to you. Call you? Ah. Certainly?
Will, come here?
Do not apologise Will, I know how important it is to you. Call you? Ah. Certainly?
Will, come here?
[Will waits with his eyes closed, ready and willing to take whatever abuse and humiliation needed to himself out of his tiny problem.
Nothing.
There's an itch, but it's as though something was blocking him from going to Maglor. Will opened his eyes and hit a purple and gold pillow.]
Right. This place, this stupid place...
[He's still embarassed, but he wants out and the only way to get out is for some to free him]
I'm in the bottle and I got no idea where the bottle is. Probably one of them blasted fairies.
[Will moves so that he can see out of the bottom of his bottle, where golden bars keep him from being free.]
It's dark and [sniff] smells a bit like leather. A bag maybe? Someone mighta stolen the bottle, but I ain't sure how I got back inside. There's...grass? No, herbs. And, I think, arrows. Can't see too much in here.
Nothing.
There's an itch, but it's as though something was blocking him from going to Maglor. Will opened his eyes and hit a purple and gold pillow.]
Right. This place, this stupid place...
[He's still embarassed, but he wants out and the only way to get out is for some to free him]
I'm in the bottle and I got no idea where the bottle is. Probably one of them blasted fairies.
[Will moves so that he can see out of the bottom of his bottle, where golden bars keep him from being free.]
It's dark and [sniff] smells a bit like leather. A bag maybe? Someone mighta stolen the bottle, but I ain't sure how I got back inside. There's...grass? No, herbs. And, I think, arrows. Can't see too much in here.
[ A brief frown, but it is more worried and thoughtful than anything ]
Can you see the arrows? What colour are the fletchings?
Can you see the arrows? What colour are the fletchings?
[Will has to smash his face against the grating to see the colors. Luckily the bag was open enough to let a small bit of light in so he could see outside his lamp]
White and...yellow? Can't tell, might be shadow.
White and...yellow? Can't tell, might be shadow.
Celegorm uses white and yellow fletchings... it ... might be his bag but...
Will how in Varda's name did you end up there?
Will how in Varda's name did you end up there?
Celegorm? You mean the fellow who was all nice and friendly to me, but apparently went and tortured one of your own? Great.
[He doesn't meant to bring up such a painful subject, but he's nearly panicked and more that a little claustrophobic]
If I knew that then I'd know how to get out. One minute I'm having a rest and the next I wake up here. You know there ain't no toilet in here? Or food? Or anything?
Mags, you gotta get your brother's bag and let me out.
[He doesn't meant to bring up such a painful subject, but he's nearly panicked and more that a little claustrophobic]
If I knew that then I'd know how to get out. One minute I'm having a rest and the next I wake up here. You know there ain't no toilet in here? Or food? Or anything?
Mags, you gotta get your brother's bag and let me out.
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