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Will? What is wrong? [ anxious and worried ]

What has happened to Celegorm?

[ and then utterly resigned ]

...What has he done now?

Well, he spent a good part of the day sad. Or angry. Hard to tell with him. Then he went off with his little army and I have no idea what he did, but he probably won't be welcomed with open arms at the Mair anytime soon.

[He promised to watch Celegorm, but the elf is a bit darker than Will initially thought]

You sure you two are related?

Ah... [ Well considering that Mags today has (1) punched and broken a mirror/window and scratched up his hands (2) reopened the burn scars on his right and (3) possibly depressed everyone within range of his voice... yeah, he knows why Celegorm is feeling right now ]

Oh Celegorm. [ soft and so very despairing ] Be very, very careful Will. I ... think I know why. Have you been paying attention to the network? One of the Seelie children has ... made an extremely unwise move. That is probably what has him so angry. He ... will not hurt you, I do not think. Not willingly. But Will, it will be very dangerous to be closely associated with any of us now.

He ain't going to start a war is he? I mean a proper war or whatever you elves do.

[He will need to have words with Celegorm if things are headed in the direction he thinks they are]

Also, you are my mate and I ain't just going to toss you to the side because of a bit of misunderstanding.

We are - [ We, not He ] although I will try and mitigate the damage, if I can. Did I ever tell you of our Oath, Will?

One of Father's jewels has appeared here - a jewel we are sworn to retrieve, whatsoever the cost and irregardless of who stands in our way. The Seelie girl has it, and has brandished it in our faces, refusing to yield it.

[ The light in his eyes gutters, a flame in a too-strong wind, and he looks so very tired, all the hard work his friends and family have put into fixing him vanished in one fell stroke ]

Unless I can find another way to retrieve it, we go to war Will, not as Unseelie but as Feanorionnath, and I would spare you that.

[He caught that "We" and was less than pleased]

Over a jewel? No, no, I don't care. Look, you have a way to get it, yeah? Wish. Use a bloody wish before you brother does something really stupid.

Unless...this is just a jewel, right? I mean, it doesn't end the world or anything does it?

Not just a jewel - Father's Silmaril, the most beautiful things ever created by hand of mortal being, the only remaining source of the Light that was before moon and sun, and Father's most prized creations. But I suppose if you mean, "does it have any world ending powers" then no, it does not - beyond that it is precious beyond price to my father, and holds a light that can never be dimmed and will not stand evil's touch, it is, still 'only' a jewel.

And the nature of such Oaths is binding, beyond life, beyond death - we may have no rest until it is fulfilled.

[ A light flickers in his eyes, hungry and desperate at the offer, but he shakes his head ] And embroil you in our problems? No Will, I do not want you bound to our Oath as well, and you will be, if I use your magic. And I only have two wishes left - I do not want you trapped in your bottle.

[He didn't expect to be given a talking to over a jewel, no matter how special it supposedly was. To a thief a jewel was only as good as the price it would fetch, and certainly never worth risking you life over]

It ain't a problem, it's a wish. One, leaving one left. Look, I'll never be free of this bottle no matter what you think you have figured out, and there's not certainty that I'll get stuck again; this is a different world with different rules.

[Why does Maglor have to make everything so difficult?[

What's the name of this Seelie who has your family jewel anyway?

[ because that is what he does? ]

And if we need it later? [ Maglor shakes his head ] I do not want you entrapped in our Doom, Will.

And if we do not know if you will not get stuck, neither do we know if you will. I dare not risk it, Will. Not until I can work out a way to free you.

[ he blinks a bit in surprise at the question ]

Clarisse La Rue.

Then we have one left. [Mags, you need to stop being so concerned for others] Pretty sure it's my decision on if I help you out or not.

By all mean, keep looking, but, look [So much sighing], despite what it seems like, I ain't one to go tossin' about wishes here and there, but if there's a way to stop something bad then maybe you should take it. Folks are going to die. Folks who have nothing to do with your Oath.

[Yeah, it's low of him to toss that at Mags, but damn it, the elf is one of his only friends in this place]

Clarisse La Rue. Interesting name. Stands out.

[Did he ever tell Maglor he was a thief? Ex-thief, except when it suited him to be a current thief
Now if he could just get away from Big Brother, Celegorm]

One which to use might trap you forever, Will. [ no never ] And if I understood you aright when I made that first wish... it truly is not, Will - I heard how it forced you.

[ At the time he hadn't care much, but he does now ]

[ The mention of extra casualities makes him flinch ]

I know - I warned her of such, and I do not doubt that Celegorm did the same, albeit in less than kind words. And I sent word to the Seelie Queen and King, although I do not know if they recieved it. [ But the fairy that he sent with the message has not returned, and that is good enough for him ]

I... was planning on going in secret. If I wait, Celegorm will force my hand to war, but I might yet go and retrieve it in the confusion of the coming battle - hopefully without more lives lost. [ Apart from his own, perhaps, but it has become very obvious to all and sundry that Maglor cares very little for his own life ]

[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.

[ 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?

Course.

Just let me get away from Big Brother.

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

Thank you Will.

Right.

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

[So much hesitation. This better not be painful]

Call me back to you.

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

Will, come here.

[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]

[ 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?

[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?

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