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eachdraidh2014-06-09 04:29 pm
bythewaves) wrote in eachdraidh2014-06-09 04:29 pm
Accidental Video, unlocked to both courts, sometime during the event
[ The video flicks on to a song, soft and sweet and sad. The voice is familiar, it has been heard, in similar circumstances, before - the singer is also probably easily recognizable, and it is fairly obvious that the singer once again does not know that he is being recorded (this is something of a trend) There is a fearie who chitters at the screen before zipping off again ]
Hush now dear ones,
Rest your eyes
None will bring you harm
Sleep my sweet ones
Fear no noise
For I will keep you warm
[ It is a lullaby - an old one, sweet and gentle, but sung oh, so sadly. He wrote this, long ago for the youngest of his brothers, to keep them calm and help them sleep. He rewrote it, years and years later, when there was only one twin left, and sung it as a dirge. He rewrote it one final time, for twin peredhil boys, who he had stolen all joy from. He sings all three versions now, in a soft round, looping back on themselves - quiet peace, grief, and apology, all twining together to make something that says, as clearly as if he spoke the words:
I miss those days, when we were happy, for there is only sorrow now
Maglor is outside the station and he keeps his voice low, so as not to disturb those inside who might not want to hear one of the Feanorionnath. He does not look well (he will not fade, he promised, but he is so very close), but a bit calmer, perhaps (killing imps is good stress relief). He also has an audience which he does not appear to notice - namely, the faerie who turned on the locket (perhaps it was one of the Ainsel, before) ]
Hush now dear ones,
Rest your eyes
None will bring you harm
Sleep my sweet ones
Fear no noise
For I will keep you warm
[ It is a lullaby - an old one, sweet and gentle, but sung oh, so sadly. He wrote this, long ago for the youngest of his brothers, to keep them calm and help them sleep. He rewrote it, years and years later, when there was only one twin left, and sung it as a dirge. He rewrote it one final time, for twin peredhil boys, who he had stolen all joy from. He sings all three versions now, in a soft round, looping back on themselves - quiet peace, grief, and apology, all twining together to make something that says, as clearly as if he spoke the words:
I miss those days, when we were happy, for there is only sorrow now
Maglor is outside the station and he keeps his voice low, so as not to disturb those inside who might not want to hear one of the Feanorionnath. He does not look well (he will not fade, he promised, but he is so very close), but a bit calmer, perhaps (killing imps is good stress relief). He also has an audience which he does not appear to notice - namely, the faerie who turned on the locket (perhaps it was one of the Ainsel, before) ]
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1/2 - video
[ Although, hold that thought for just a minute, because Alice has dropped her guard in this conversation. The ainsels are beings that frankly get on her nerves, especially how little patience she has for them. Not only does she bolt up from a surprise swarm, she, in turn, turns into one.
A flash of bright blue butterflies as Alice materializes back into shape, viciously swiping at them with her vorpal blade until she can relax again. So much for a small nap, that'll leave her on edge. ]
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[ She huffs, straightening up, smoothing out her dress. She just can't rest now, there's a lot of things out here that are pretty threatening. ]
Yes, maybe I'll see you at the station, Mr. Maglor.
video; you are just trying to get him to give you the right nickname
That... that is an interesting ability gwilwileth.
[ He was sure you are human. Aren't you? ]
video; blame feanor
Alice has stopped question it, really. ]
Yet effective.
[ A little draining, too, if she pushes herself. ]
It is as I said: I am more robust than I look.
video 4eva this is annoying to type; good plan
It certainly seems so. [ On the plus side, he's too incredulous to mope yay? ]
I had thought you human, Alice, but it seems that I am wrong, unless this is an ability common to the humans of your world.
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[ Alice is allowing her hair to fall in her face to hide herself. The staring is making her a bit flustered and that's the last thing she wants. ]
I'm fairly human, I am hardly different from anyone else.
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Don't stare Makalaure, it isn't polite ]
My apologies for making you uncomfortable - it is only that I have never seen such an ability in any mortal maid, gwilwileth. Is this some secret Art of yours?
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[ She doesn't say that to be facetious in tone, she honestly isn't entirely sure. By technicality, her vorpal blade should not exist along with the butterflies. Or her long hair, for that matter. They're all figments of her imagination.
Although as she hears that word, she can't stop herself from asking and completely butchers it. ]
What does that word mean... "gwilwileth"?
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[ It isn't as concerning as she was making it out to be in her mind. ]
You have nothing to apologize for.
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