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[knavishness]

[Will is silent on that part, because Mags is right, it was fairly horrible when the magic of the curse took over his mind in that moment. Still, if Cyrus could get used to the cures than so could Will]

Oh yeah, that's a brilliant idea. The brother of the elf who is busy attacking, sneaking around, trying not to be noticed. Pardon my saying, but your lot tend to be fairly noticeable, not to mention how much you like to make friends on these lockets.

You need a professional, or at least someone to watch your back.

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[bythewaves]

[ A quiet faint smile ] Celegorm is not the only one who knows how to wield illusion. And I would argue that I am a fair sight better than him at it - he was never one for subtlety. Believe me Will, with all of my kin here at the station, now, there remain precious few who could see me for what I am if I wished it otherwise.

[ it is how they got into the camp of the Valar, after all, ghosting past guards until they got to the very center ]

[ a curious eyebrow ]

Are you offering, Will?

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[knavishness]

Course.

Just let me get away from Big Brother.

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[bythewaves]

[ A slow dawning smile, like the sun coming out from behind the clouds ]

Thank you Will.

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[knavishness]

Right.

Then, there's only one thing for you to do.

[So much hesitation. This better not be painful]

Call me back to you.

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[bythewaves]

[ Only the briefest of hesitation this time, a prayer that it will not be too hard on Will ]

Will, come here.

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[knavishness]

[It starts as an odd feeling in his gut. Was he going to be sick?]

Oh, bloody hell.

[Looking down, Will realized that it was less a feeling of being sick he felt and more a feeling of having his body turn to a rust colored dust. From the bag he had been keeping the bottle hidden came a small cloud of dust; it was the last thing he saw as the rest of him was turned into this magic form and took off like a small cyclone through the forests and roads and right to Maglor.

The dust reformed into Will and the bottle found it's way in Maglor's hand.]

Okay, that, that was not...yeah... [He leaned over, unsure if was about to be sick or not]

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[bythewaves]

[ a startled look down the locket is the last Will will see of Maglor's face until he reforms. The hand not filled with the bottle goes to Will's shoulder, Maglor instinctively twining healing and comfort into his voice, the subtlest thread of power like a soft warmth (he is no healer, but he was not that long ago a father, and before all that he was an elder brother, and some things are instinct by now) ]

I am sorry Will, it seems a cruel way to travel. Will you be well?

[knavishness]

[He waved off Mags concern as he stood up and grinned]

That is not a method of travel I'd ever recommend.

Now, what's this 'bout a jewel that needs thieving?

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.

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[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. ]

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[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.

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[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.]

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[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.

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[silvergift]

That much is apparent, mother and I opened it.

[She's sure most of the Station heard them when they had. Her hold on the chest tightens and her knuckles turn white.]

So he did this? And sent it to mother and I?

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[bythewaves]

No... he looked as surprised as I. The last time... it went to Celegorm. [ a small shallow shrug as if to say: Well, obviously it can't ] Will says it goes to someone I trust greatly.

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[silvergift]

I would be flattered if I did not know what this implied otherwise. [Her lips form a thin line as she takes a deep breath through her nose.]

I saw Will's memory.

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[bythewaves]

About the Queen of Hearts. [ He nods, apparently unsurprised ]

As did I - he still remains without, for he told me it was with someone he trusted and they were not here. He says it is easier for him, without it - he does not feel as deeply, so pain remains at a distance.

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[silvergift]

So he avoids recovering from that pain as well. And so too do you. Any with eyes can see that you have lost a vital part of who and what you are with this.

[She pauses, stopping herself before she goes any further.] Can you take it back?

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[bythewaves]

I do not know. The last time the boundaries were clearly set. This time, I did not ask, and Will did not act, so I do not know. Will tells me hearts may be returned - certainly his Queen of Hearts could both take and give. Whether he himself could, I do not know, and she is, of course, not here. Whether any other could... you would have to ask Will

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[silvergift]

[There's a flash of irritation in her eyes, so strange when one is so used to seeing Celebrían as gentle and kind.]

Then ask him I will. And then you and I will speak again when this is a part of you once more. ['When' not 'if.' And she's hardly giving him a choice. Celebrían is upset, very upset.]

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[bythewaves]

[ Ordinarily, of course, that irritation would have garnered an immediate response. Instead he nods, as blank as if she had told him that it would rain tomorrow, or that dinner was served ]

As you wish. Should I tell Will that you wish to speak to him?

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[silvergift]

[That only irritates her more. This is not the Maglor that Elrond told her stories of, the Maglor that she'd grown to love while here. Who she trusted, especially when he'd seen her at her worst and nearly her weakest.]

Please do.

video ahahaha shall I take that as an order? I think I shall =D

[bythewaves]

[ The response to the direct order is immediate, eyes blanking even further ]

I will tell Will that you wish to speak to him.