bythewaves | IC inbox (Drift Fleet)

My brother, and my cousin. You may see them about the forge, or... well. My brother is quite distinctive, and you will likely have seen or will see him around.

[Family. He has blood relatives here and, from what she has heard, he is ancient. Daenerys is envious and curious.] Khadgar told me of you; he did not mention you had family. Are you glad for their presence?

I am. We have been apart for a long time. It is good to see them again.

[ Beyond all hope, but he doesn't know her, and won't share such things yet ]

Do you have a large family? [Her family would be much larger if it wasn't so damn mad, violent and incestuous.]

We are rather large! I have six brothers, and nine cousins.

Six! That is a remarkable number. I would have had seven if all of the babes survived. Myself and my two brothers were alone until they too passed. I am all that is left.

That is a sad tale to hear, and I am sorry that you are deprived of them.

It is a very joyous thing to have a large family, although I cannot deny it is trying, also. And very lonely, without.

Family is precious; irreplaceable. I have sought it elsewhere and been unsuccessful. [Besides it's dangerous for her to have those attachments.] I refuse to be lonely; there is too much to do.

They are. But I think that you can make a family too, and one can come in surprising places, at times.

I am content with friends and allies. I really have no desire to share power as of yet.

[ She cannot see it but Maglor chuckles ]

Family is not about power, young one, but love. And love is found in many places, oft unexpected.

To love is dangerous. Those I love can be used against me; I could perish fighting for them or their honor. I cannot be a distracted ruler. I want to give my people my full attention.

Love always is. To love is to be vulnerable. But that is also it's strength. Love can save, young one. Never forget that. It can take the broken and build them up, as easily as it can tear down. There are few things stronger than love in the end, for without Love there can be no Hope.

Then I choose to love the Seven Kingdoms. I choose to love everyone equally and to not favor one over another. [She will not follow in the footsteps of either brother and she certainly will not be supposedly mad like her father.] Even my Dragons will not be treated with special favors - except when they have need of me.

[ She does not see but he goes very, very still, and a fire kindles in his eyes ]

Dragons? [ If he had been speaking there would have been menace in every syllable of that word ]

I have three. They are my sons. [She can sense a shift and it does not feel positive in nature.] They are the last in my world.

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Have a care! Dragons are cruel and as cunning as their Master. They are no ones child though they may play so.

I am their Master insomuch as one can be. I have raised them since they hatched; I was there when they took their first breaths in the fire. I respect their strength, their independence, but I am their mother.

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You may think so, young one, but I would be very wary.

I appreciate your concern. My sons are wild; I accept that, but they have not forgotten me and I will ride Drogon into battle.

I pray it will not be your last. We have lost too many to Dragonspell to ever trust them.

[ Or those with them Curufin mutters darkly in his ear. ]

Those amongst the Fleet or your people? What sort of spells can your Dragons cast? Mine can only breathe fire and take flight.

That you know of. I told you they were cunning. But my kin have fought the Enemy and all His weapons - including them - for a long, long time. And we do not forget the Battle of Sudden Flame, when Glaurung the Golden issued forth in his strength and burned out fields, entrapping the unwary in his eyes. My people died there, unable to run, held by his gaze. I do not forget, nor do I forgive.

I am sorry for your loss. This Enemy you speak of: was he related to Dragons? My family is said to have the blood of Dragons in our veins; thus why we can ride them and understand them. If your Glaurung the Golden was before me, I might be able to lead him away from your people.

Morgoth? No. He is something far greater than that. I suppose you humans might consider him something like a god. But He is no god, though He likely enjoyed thinking of himself that way. He is one of the Powers of the World, those who forged it. Or in His case, tried to break it.

And I sincerely doubt any could control Glaurung save his maker.

[Text] /skirts around the edge of making you musecest lol

[Text] >.> Maedhros is always out when she's around. :D

how convient XD Mags is gonna tease big bro that he's scared of the lil human lass

Mags he's just awkward, okay. >8(

shyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

veryveryvery

silly mae

rather silly than crazy

silly brother she's like half your height!

maybe small = scary? XD

excuse are you saying he is scary XD

terrifying. that's why he hugs him.

he would be insulted but he does like hugs...

mae likes them too.

excellent

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