[A lone, baritone voice begins to sing with no accompaniment. He has no trouble weaving a melody without an instrument and the picture he paints with the lyrics is stark:]
Every year Companions Choose, as they have done before, The Chosen come with shining hopes to learn the Herald's lore. And every year the Heralds sigh, and give the same advice— "All those who would hold Magic's Power must then pay Magic's Price."
Oh there was danger in the North—that's all that Vanyel knew. An enemy of power dark sought Heralds out—then slew. But only those with Magic's Gift were slain by silent rage— Till Vanyel of them all was left the only Herald-Mage.
Yes, from the North the danger came, beyond the Border far— The Forest did not stay Dark Death, nor did the mountains bar. And Vanyel cried—"We die, my liege, and know not why nor where! So send me North my King, that I may find the answers there!"
Then North went Vanyel—not alone, though 'twas of little aid A Bard was like to be to him; and Stefen was afraid— He feared that he would fail the quest, a burden prove to be— Dared not let Vanyel go alone to face dark sorcery.
So out beyond the Border there, beyond the forest tall, Into the mountains deep they went that stood an icy wall— To find the wall had cracked and found there was a passage new, A path clean cut that winding ran a level course and true.
This path was wrought by magecraft; Vanyel knew that when he saw The mountains hewn by power alone, a power he felt with awe— But to what purpose? Something moved beyond them on the trail; They watched and hid—and what they found there turned them cold and pale.
An army moved in single file, by magic cloaked and hid— An army moved on Valdemar that marched as they were bid— A darker force than weaponry controlled the men and place, For Vanyel looked—and Vanyel knew an ancient evil's face.
Then Vanyel turned to Stefen, and he told the Bard to ride To warn the folk of Valdemar—"They call me 'Magic's Pride.' It's time I earned the name—now go! I'll hold this army back Until the arms of Valdemar can counter their attack."
So Stefen rode, and so it is no living tongue can tell How Vanyel fought, nor what he wrought, nor how the Herald fell. The Army came—but not in time to save the Herald-Mage, Although the pass was scorched and cracked by magic power's rage.
They fought the Dark Ones back although they came on wave by wave. No trace they found of Vanyel, nor of his Companion brave— They only found the focus-stone, the gift of Stefen's hand— Now blackened, burned, and shattered by the power that saved their land.
They only found the foemen who into the woods had fled And each one by unseen, uncanny powers now lay dead. As if the Forest had somehow bestirred itself that day— Had Vanyel with his dying breath commanded trees to slay?
And still the forest of the North guards Valdemar from harm— For Vanyel's dying curse is stronger far than mortal arm. And every year the Chosen come, despite the old advice— "All those who would be Magic's Pride must then pay Magic's Price."
[ Maglor is silent, listening, and he weeps for the lives lost. When Vanyel is done the line fills with an answer, a grieving, keening lament for innocence lost, blood on white sands, families torn assunder, the hopeless, desperate beauty and glory of a last stand ]
[Maglor will find that there is a wrapped box on his doorstep (next to one marked for Galadriel). Atop the gold and white wrapped box is a card. Written in elegant Japanese kanji is the word "thank you" on the front with "thank you" written in English underneath. Inside the card reads in English:
Thank you for everything you've done and continue to do for me.
- Ritsuka Aoyagi
P.S. I know you said you wanted to learn my writing system, this should help.
It's not very long, and it's not very eloquent, mostly because Ritsuka isn't very good at that sort of thing.
[ It takes a little while but Ritsuka will get a neatly folded letter with pressed yellow rose delivered back - written with the calligraphy set. In carefully copied kanji ]
[ Maglor stares at the letter for a long time, unsure what to think. First the gifts, now this. It feels almost like a trap, but he has no idea what it is about.
Well.
It is impolite to refuse...
And it would upset Galadriel if he refused.
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My thanks for the invitation, and I will see you then.
This is late and I ask your forgiveness. I do not know quite how to apologize for my...silly...selfish behavior. As a child, I was...sheltered. I thought the world was in the palm of my hand. I rarely thought of anyone but myself.
[ Tonika has left a bouquet of flowers at his doorstep.
They're a shiny mix of gladioluses, larkspurs, irises, and statice, slightly iced over and therefore not destined for a long life. The footprints that would have led to his doorstep have dusted over in the snow, and therefore, the identity of the deliverer is completely unknown.
However, a single card says - From Kurama's Flower Shop ]
[ Maglor bends, surprised, for he had not thought that any would bring him flowers, and he smiles at the assortment, brushing the ice from them gently. In case the giver is nearby he raises his voice clearly, before turning to go back inside ]
[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?]
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[Voice]
Every year Companions Choose, as they have done before,
The Chosen come with shining hopes to learn the Herald's lore.
And every year the Heralds sigh, and give the same advice—
"All those who would hold Magic's Power must then pay Magic's Price."
Oh there was danger in the North—that's all that Vanyel knew.
An enemy of power dark sought Heralds out—then slew.
But only those with Magic's Gift were slain by silent rage—
Till Vanyel of them all was left the only Herald-Mage.
Yes, from the North the danger came, beyond the Border far—
The Forest did not stay Dark Death, nor did the mountains bar.
And Vanyel cried—"We die, my liege, and know not why nor where!
So send me North my King, that I may find the answers there!"
Then North went Vanyel—not alone, though 'twas of little aid
A Bard was like to be to him; and Stefen was afraid—
He feared that he would fail the quest, a burden prove to be—
Dared not let Vanyel go alone to face dark sorcery.
So out beyond the Border there, beyond the forest tall,
Into the mountains deep they went that stood an icy wall—
To find the wall had cracked and found there was a passage new,
A path clean cut that winding ran a level course and true.
This path was wrought by magecraft; Vanyel knew that when he saw
The mountains hewn by power alone, a power he felt with awe—
But to what purpose? Something moved beyond them on the trail;
They watched and hid—and what they found there turned them cold and pale.
An army moved in single file, by magic cloaked and hid—
An army moved on Valdemar that marched as they were bid—
A darker force than weaponry controlled the men and place,
For Vanyel looked—and Vanyel knew an ancient evil's face.
Then Vanyel turned to Stefen, and he told the Bard to ride
To warn the folk of Valdemar—"They call me 'Magic's Pride.'
It's time I earned the name—now go! I'll hold this army back
Until the arms of Valdemar can counter their attack."
So Stefen rode, and so it is no living tongue can tell
How Vanyel fought, nor what he wrought, nor how the Herald fell.
The Army came—but not in time to save the Herald-Mage,
Although the pass was scorched and cracked by magic power's rage.
They fought the Dark Ones back although they came on wave by wave.
No trace they found of Vanyel, nor of his Companion brave—
They only found the focus-stone, the gift of Stefen's hand—
Now blackened, burned, and shattered by the power that saved their land.
They only found the foemen who into the woods had fled
And each one by unseen, uncanny powers now lay dead.
As if the Forest had somehow bestirred itself that day—
Had Vanyel with his dying breath commanded trees to slay?
And still the forest of the North guards Valdemar from harm—
For Vanyel's dying curse is stronger far than mortal arm.
And every year the Chosen come, despite the old advice—
"All those who would be Magic's Pride must then pay Magic's Price."
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Aure entuluva!
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Look how subtle he is.
He's definitely not going to ask you a favor.
Except he totally is.]
Maglor! How do you far today?
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Well enough. Yourself?
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Thank you for everything you've done and continue to do for me.
- Ritsuka Aoyagi
P.S. I know you said you wanted to learn my writing system, this should help.
It's not very long, and it's not very eloquent, mostly because Ritsuka isn't very good at that sort of thing.
If Maglor opens the present, inside is a kanji calligraphy set.]
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Thank you, it is beautiful
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[ And he's going to come hurrying over ]
Nelyo?
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Who? Ah... Lord Vincent? Is ought wrong with your son?
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Are you satisfied yet? [And because he knows Maglor, Ecthelion specifies after a pause.] In your campaign against Rip for what she has done.
[YES HE HAS BEEN WATCHING]
[Voice] /slides this in here while answering my Mags tags
You were watching? ]
Without Finnian here, my lord, I no longer act.
[ Which isn't to say that he's satisfied, as such... ]
[Voice] /cackles gleefully
I MISS TAGS WITH YOU OK
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww <3!
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FINALLY GOT TO USE THIS ICON
LOL
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Maglor,
Your presence is requested at the home of Celeborn and the Lady Galadriel in two days time for afternoon tea.
{Short and simple.}
If this was anime he'd be going "Eh? Eh? Ehhhhhhhhhh?!?"
Well.
It is impolite to refuse...
And it would upset Galadriel if he refused.
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My thanks for the invitation, and I will see you then.
[ He really doesn't want be here.....
Knock knock ]
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- If you can. {Maedhros can feel madness approach.}
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Note wherever Maglor happens to be sometime after the candy event. :3
{Maglor would, naturally, recognize the handwriting. So it's left unsigned. And unexplained. Does it need an explanation?}
dawwww. Have a text message back
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permatext~
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(Her cheeks are red and her head is bowed.)
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There is no need for apology - I did not mind. You were young, and charming in your own way.
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They're a shiny mix of gladioluses, larkspurs, irises, and statice, slightly iced over and therefore not destined for a long life. The footprints that would have led to his doorstep have dusted over in the snow, and therefore, the identity of the deliverer is completely unknown.
However, a single card says - From Kurama's Flower Shop ]
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I am sorry, little lord.
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/snugs you NAH DENIED
Elrond will get a song, curling up through his window shyly, full of love and gratitude ]
XD <3
<3 <3
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(She is speaking quickly and quietly.)
What do I do?
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[ 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!
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.....the nightmares are... less.
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<3 <3 <3
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