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?"
"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.
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bythewaves) wrote2017-07-08 10:43 pm
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"I... no it's there. Very faint but..."
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"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?"
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Maglor murmurs, voice the barest ripple of sound as he wanders.
"So faint...so far away..."
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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.
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"I'm just... so afraid he won't wake up."