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?"
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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Date: 2018-01-18 08:05 am (UTC)"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?"
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Date: 2018-01-19 06:22 am (UTC)"I... no it's there. Very faint but..."
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Date: 2018-01-20 01:19 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2018-01-20 02:14 pm (UTC)Maglor murmurs, voice the barest ripple of sound as he wanders.
"So faint...so far away..."
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Date: 2018-01-21 05:42 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-01-21 12:23 pm (UTC)"I'm just... so afraid he won't wake up."