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[bythewaves]

[ 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 ]

[lightcatcher]

[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.]

[bythewaves]

[ 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. ]

[lightcatcher]

[Another nod, though entirely different in meaning - a silent thanks for giving up that name-, and Fëanor relaxes slightly.]

I will contact him. [And, on a last, and somewhat less personal note:]

How long did it take you to travel from here to this "station"?

[bythewaves]

[ There is a subtle line of tension that eases when Feanor approves, but Maglor only shrugs a little ]

Some four weeks. But we were in no hurry, and not all of us were accomplished riders.

[lightcatcher]

[He mulls that over, visibly performing some mental math and similar tasks, his eyes going distant for a moment, before focusing back on his son.]

I should assume that it can be done in three weeks, then, if one hurries. [And has good horses, but he knows that he'll have them.]

[bythewaves]

Yes - we took the roads, also. It might be possible to cut across the forests, if not as safe.

[lightcatcher]

[He almost shrugs his shoulders at that; safety is relative.]

Be at the station still [don't leave; don't fade] in three weeks time, then. Your brother will help me decide on the fastest way.

[bythewaves]

I will not leave of my own will.

[ It is the only promise he can make ]

[lightcatcher]

[And not more than he can ask for.]

Message me, should anything come up.

[bythewaves]

I will, atto.

[lightcatcher]

As will I.

[And with that he ends the connection. There is much to do still, and it must be done swiftly.]