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.]
[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.]
[ 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 ]
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.]
[ 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 ]
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Date: 2014-06-16 07:48 am (UTC)[He has caught bits and pieces, but not as told by his son, and is curious to hear the whole picture.]
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Date: 2014-06-16 08:05 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2014-06-16 08:13 am (UTC)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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Date: 2014-06-16 08:40 am (UTC)Sirion was some 50 years ago now. [ 50 years. So long, and so short. 50 years and now I am alone ]
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Date: 2014-06-16 08:58 am (UTC)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?
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Date: 2014-06-16 09:03 am (UTC)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 ]
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Date: 2014-06-16 09:34 am (UTC)Children in Middle Earth grow more swiftly than those in Aman?
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Date: 2014-06-16 09:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-16 10:55 am (UTC)You raised them well. [At least if Elrond as he met him in the Unseelie halls is anything to go by.]
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Date: 2014-06-16 11:45 am (UTC)Thank you atarinya. I am glad you thought so.
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Date: 2014-06-16 12:01 pm (UTC)But we need to end here - I will message you again in a few days.
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Date: 2014-06-16 12:09 pm (UTC)