Maglor Makalaure Canafinwe Feanorion (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bythewaves) wrote2017-07-08 10:43 pm
bythewaves) wrote2017-07-08 10:43 pm
IC Inbox: Hadriel
I fear that I cannot answer, but I will endeavour to do so later, if I can.
"What little beauty they created is drowned in blood. Maybe that's why people leave me."
"They leave, yes." he winces at his own guilt in this, "But they come back too. If you were truly horrible, why would they return?"
"Only here." Maglor sighs softly. "And maybe I am still dreaming."
He pinches Maglor's side. "Do you feel that? I am no dream." and to prove that point, he embraces his uncle tighter.
"Ow!"
Maglor blinks and then laughs softly, brokenly, and hugs him back.
"I suppose not. It's just... I was so happy and then this happened..."
Maglor blinks and then laughs softly, brokenly, and hugs him back.
"I suppose not. It's just... I was so happy and then this happened..."
He grins unapologetically and rests their heads together.
"This is just a bump in the road. We will climb over it together. Uncle Maedhros will join us when he is ready."
"This is just a bump in the road. We will climb over it together. Uncle Maedhros will join us when he is ready."
"Dear Tyelpe."
Maglor murmurs softly.
"I will try and cling to that. It is just... so hard."
Maglor murmurs softly.
"I will try and cling to that. It is just... so hard."
Curufin squeezes that hand gently, responding to the faint smile.
"He does look peaceful. Perhaps he's dreaming of something positive. I hope so." Maedhros' face is relaxed, his lips barely parted, his eyelids closed softly over those dreaming eyes. His hair is scattered over the pillows, making fiery rivers amongst the white sheets.
Maglor's special talent is for hearing the music that every living being and every unliving thing makes, wittingly or unwittingly, as an expression of its unique nature. Osanwe it is not, but it can be used as an avenue of communication. Curufin knows this because of his own relationship with Maglor.
"You can't hear his Song at all? Or is it just very muted?"
"He does look peaceful. Perhaps he's dreaming of something positive. I hope so." Maedhros' face is relaxed, his lips barely parted, his eyelids closed softly over those dreaming eyes. His hair is scattered over the pillows, making fiery rivers amongst the white sheets.
Maglor's special talent is for hearing the music that every living being and every unliving thing makes, wittingly or unwittingly, as an expression of its unique nature. Osanwe it is not, but it can be used as an avenue of communication. Curufin knows this because of his own relationship with Maglor.
"You can't hear his Song at all? Or is it just very muted?"
Edited 2018-01-18 08:08 (UTC)
"As do I." He sighs softly, and his eyes defocus slightly as he dips all the way into the Song.
"I... no it's there. Very faint but..."
"I... no it's there. Very faint but..."
Curufin smiles at his brother, tenderness in his eyes for Maglor's way of immersing himself in the Song of those he loves.
"That is very good. If you can hear him at all, then he must still be occupying his body. What is his music like, right now? Can you read anything from it, or feel anything?"
"That is very good. If you can hear him at all, then he must still be occupying his body. What is his music like, right now? Can you read anything from it, or feel anything?"
Edited 2018-01-20 13:20 (UTC)
"Not sure..."
Maglor murmurs, voice the barest ripple of sound as he wanders.
"So faint...so far away..."
Maglor murmurs, voice the barest ripple of sound as he wanders.
"So faint...so far away..."
"Sorry, Macalaurë, this must be hard for you. I should not ask you to try to interpret his Song."
Because Maglor probably has terrible memories from when Maedhros leaped into that volcanic vent, leaving his terrified brother behind. Maglor, in his anguish, might have tried to reach out to find him, and. . . no, it doesn't even bear thinking about.
Curufin leans over and kisses the top of Maglor's head, and then squeezes his shoulder again.
Because Maglor probably has terrible memories from when Maedhros leaped into that volcanic vent, leaving his terrified brother behind. Maglor, in his anguish, might have tried to reach out to find him, and. . . no, it doesn't even bear thinking about.
Curufin leans over and kisses the top of Maglor's head, and then squeezes his shoulder again.
Maglor blinks, startled back into his physical body by Curufin's touch, and smiles weakly up at him.
"I'm just... so afraid he won't wake up."
"I'm just... so afraid he won't wake up."
There is no need for thanks, Swift. Do you well? You injuries?
Edited 2018-03-04 13:30 (UTC)
[ A sigh ]
I warned you about Hadriel. Although I think this was him being afraid, and not the city itself. Fear will do... strange things to a person.
[ Oh my brother, my brother, if I had bound you, would you have stayed? whispers memory, but Maglor says nothing ]
Do you want to stay with us for a while?
I warned you about Hadriel. Although I think this was him being afraid, and not the city itself. Fear will do... strange things to a person.
[ Oh my brother, my brother, if I had bound you, would you have stayed? whispers memory, but Maglor says nothing ]
Do you want to stay with us for a while?
No. I think I've taken enough advantage of your hospitality, but thank you for the offer. He's at least apologizing again, but I suppose it's only a matter of time before that good will runs out. And yet I can't just leave him, either. [sigh]
I know people want me to, though I suspect they meant more for his well-being than mine.
I know people want me to, though I suspect they meant more for his well-being than mine.
Tis no trouble, Swift, I promise. It's nice to have young ones in the house. [ He teases lightly ]
Mm, for bot of your sakes, I think. But I will, I suppose, see if there might be another way to teach him. If violence is what he knows... perhaps some self-discipline might help.
Mm, for bot of your sakes, I think. But I will, I suppose, see if there might be another way to teach him. If violence is what he knows... perhaps some self-discipline might help.
Mm. I don't know if it will work, but it helped Caranthir, long ago. Physical exertion, that is. I'll take him out to the training fields.
[ A soft, hollow laugh ] He's been wary of me ever since he visited the house. I suppose I might as well see if I can leverage that. Get him some sword training, while we're at it.
[ A soft, hollow laugh ] He's been wary of me ever since he visited the house. I suppose I might as well see if I can leverage that. Get him some sword training, while we're at it.
His stubborness is not on you - that is entirely his responsibility. We shall see. And you are his beloved, not his mother! He really is old enough to be managing such things on his own back. But we will see if a few rounds on the training fields will help that.
Again, you are not his mother!
[ A pause ]
I can teach you too, if you want. Or I can ask Fingon or Maedhros or Curufin?
[ A pause ]
I can teach you too, if you want. Or I can ask Fingon or Maedhros or Curufin?
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