Maglor Makalaure Canafinwe Feanorion (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bythewaves) wrote2015-01-20 02:00 am
bythewaves) wrote2015-01-20 02:00 am
Backdated to a couple days before Christmas because I suck
loveathousandyearsgone
2016-12-29 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Somewhere around where Maglor usually rests will end up a wrapped basket. Inside that basket, Maglor will find a rather ugly Christmas sweater that's very warm and designed to help protect him from the cold, right down to his poor fingers. It has no note, but can't he figure out who it's from?]
Edited 2016-12-29 06:57 (UTC)
[ Maglor winces a little at the colours, but as he runs his fingers over the warm wool he smiles, for the love in the weave sings clearly to him.
Elrond will get a song, curling up through his window shyly, full of love and gratitude ]
Elrond will get a song, curling up through his window shyly, full of love and gratitude ]
You are one of the few who would think to apply such words to me, little lord.
[There is indeed much love in the creation of this abomination! But the colors were oh so carefully chosen to be the perfect garish-yet-festive cheer he remembers from Asgard.
The song is listened to with joy and love and he leans out his window with a soft smile. Later he'll go find Maglor to simply give him a warm embrace.]
The song is listened to with joy and love and he leans out his window with a soft smile. Later he'll go find Maglor to simply give him a warm embrace.]
[ Maglor looks up at him and waves shyly - he's not going to run, today ]
Mm, and yet you think you are not kind. [ Maglor says affectionately ]
[ A quiet smile ]
You may think so, little lord, but you have a generous heart.
You may think so, little lord, but you have a generous heart.
[ Quietly amused forever ]
Perhaps, but I do not think so.
Perhaps, but I do not think so.
The thestrals? They will do you no harm, Sansa - they are probably only curious.
[ It saddens him to know that she can see them - not that he did not know that she could, of course, but that she must know this grief at home ]
They eat meat, I have been told. You could offer a snack, or simply say hello!
[ It saddens him to know that she can see them - not that he did not know that she could, of course, but that she must know this grief at home ]
They eat meat, I have been told. You could offer a snack, or simply say hello!
Edited 2017-01-09 14:55 (UTC)
Their appearance is...frightening. (Disturbing might be more accurate, but one of the thestrals is nudging her hand like a horse, searching for a treat.)
They are...predators? (That is interesting. She shakily lays a hand on a skeletal muzzle, smiling faintly at the soft breath.) What of apples? I have one...
They are...predators? (That is interesting. She shakily lays a hand on a skeletal muzzle, smiling faintly at the soft breath.) What of apples? I have one...
I suppose they do look a little intimidating! Mm, of a sort. They do like apples, too. You can think of them as horses, however - but they understand you.
(She switches to video and shows him her hand holding an apple. The thestral sniffs it and takes it with shocking gentleness. Sansa exhales in relief, her voice far less tense:)
They are so kind! I'm sorry I thought badly of you. (The thestral seems amused as he crunches on the fruit.)
They are so kind! I'm sorry I thought badly of you. (The thestral seems amused as he crunches on the fruit.)
[ Maglor chuckles softly ]
They cannot help what they look like, nor what they do. But they seem kind.
They cannot help what they look like, nor what they do. But they seem kind.
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