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[bythewaves]

[ When the video starts it is to a burst of laughter and calls for 'More!' - this is a tavern, somewhere in Cothromach, perhaps, considering the number of dwarves visible.

There is a minstrel seated by the fire, silver harp in his lap, and he swigs back a drink that has obviously just been passed to him in reward for his last song to roars of approval. The silver eight-rayed-star on his cloak may be familiar, although his features are curiously a little blurred, as if hard to hold on to in the flickering light. But his voice now - his voice is probably very familiar to some. ]

Well now good sirs, another is it? And what would you have of me? Joy or sorrow, war or peace?

Sing us something to get us laughing, boyo!

[ He bows in thought and then smiles ]

Ah, then, this one perhaps might suit, considering recent events eh?

[ And he launches into a rolling rollicking tune with a very familiar subject ]

Oh the world will talk of a ruddy fox
Across all time and space
And not because / o’ his fearsome claws
Or punch-attracting face

The monarchs try / to win their war
and finally take the day
But that damn fox / with all his plots
keeps trying to get his way

As popular as a mangy rat
He’s sure he’s so much better than that
Reynard, that phony king in Eachdraaaidh
A pox on that / phony king in Eachdraaaidh

Grabbin’ at a throne / to call his own
Pretendin’ he’s the king
[stage whispered:](We’d rather shove him / in a box)
(and out a fairy ring)

He throws an / angry tantrum
if he cannot have his way
Moans o’er his shard / ‘cause life’s so hard
then allies does betray

He’d like to think that he’s the first
but we all know he’s just the worst
A pox on that / phony king in Eachdraaaidh


He kidnaps all / our dearest friends
And robs us from our beds
but mark, we’ll yet / collect that debt
and crush that fucker dead

We’ll party hard / and party long
when that damned fox is gone
but until then / through mount and glen
we’ll sing this catchy song

So sing it loud and sing it long
Let nobody forget this song!

The scurvy’d, fleabit phony king in Eachdraidh

The snivellin’ grovellin’ / measly weasely
blabberin’ jabberin’; /gibbering jabberin’
blunderin’ plottin’ / wheelin’ dealin’

Reynard! That phony king in Eachdraaaidh


[ ooc: with thanks to Waver-mun & Kaldur-mun, who wrote this. And yes, Mags is going tavern to tavern and singing this ]

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[gordianknots]

Thank you.

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[bythewaves]

I see Sketto has been recording again. It is my honor, sir. Any time.

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[waterbearer]

Thank you, for this. [ He hasn't spoken with Maglor for ages, but to hear the fruit of his and Waver's frustrations so borne out... There is a smile in his voice. ]

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[bythewaves]

[ a soft chuckle ]

My Sketto seems intent on sharing it. No - it was an honor and a privileged. Thank you

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[steeledskin]

[ she thinks she sees her city. but she cannot be certain -- it could be any other place frequented by dwarves. but her stomach leaps to a guess, and she nurtures that guess a little longer.

even so! if it is the cothromach, part of her shrinks to hear so brazen a song sung what might be mere half-miles from where reynard left holes in corpses in an local inn.

the young lady keeper responds in a soft and distant tone: ] A brave tune!

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[bythewaves]

[ The answer is incongruously quiet amidst the hooting cheers and laughter of a full and happy tavern ]

A timely one, perhaps. I apologise if it startled you - I did not mean for it to be so widely shown, but it seems that others had different ideas.

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[wallhanging]

I see you finally started singing stuff that actually sounded entertaining. [ Han drawls, but it's clear he's delighted by the tune. He'll have to remember it to alter when he wants to irritate some "friends" of his ]

And give Sketto my love, won't you? My favorite fairy-doll.

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[bythewaves]

[ Amused ] I was wondering if you would deign to comment - I am glad this suits you better - although I confess to not being the author - tis something I picked up. But tis a lovely tune, is it not? I think I will keep it in my regular repertoire - certainly it has been well recieved here tonight.

[ Behind Maglor the tavern is a loud, cheerful wash of noise, but Han will hear the chiming as Sketto pops into view and blows him a kiss ]

And as you can see, she is all to happy to accept your love herself - twas her who decided this ought to be broadcast.

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[fiercestwarrior]

You might get yourself in trouble for that one.

[ Hey there Mags, it's been a while. Partly because both him and Sif have been busy of course, but there is also the small matter of her becoming acquainted with Thranduil and learning a bit more about the kinslayings.

It has left her with a lot to think about, and not enough time to actually do so enough to come up with any sort of firm stance on how she feels about things. ]

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[bythewaves]

Quite possibly. [ there are too many teeth in his smile - Reynard has upset him quite a bit ]

Better me than another.

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[sculptor_of_aman]

[Nerdanel is at that curious crossroads of horrified and amused. It's cool, Mags knows that particular combination of his mother's very well.]

Makalaurë Canafinwë Fëanorion!

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[bythewaves]

[ oops? ]

Hello amil. [ ....he's in trouble, isn't he? ]

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[slugout]

[ ...... ]

Is there a joke here I should be getting?

[ what a thing to see on the first time on the lockets, huh? ]

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[bythewaves]

[ A bright teasing smile answers him ]

Ahh, you must be new eh? Or you would recognise our... esteemed song topic.

[ More soberly ]

It might be better for you if you remained ignorant in truth - but if you wish to know, ask for news of Reynard.

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[brainiest]

[ ugh. ugh. it's as though people are asking to get into trouble, really, isn't it? ]

I really don't think you should leave this up.

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[bythewaves]

[ In constrast to the laughing bard of the video the voice that answers her is serious ]

Thank you for your concern Lady Hermione - I know. But after all that he has done... he deserves a little pay back, eh? And I mind not being the bait.

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[vrykolakas]

[It's been a hell of a night, and the Brucolac has just laughed for five minutes straight, the kind of laughter that is half hilarity and half hysteria. He is actually going mad, he thinks, wiping his eyes. It feels good. Voice thick with laughter:]

Thank you. Thank you.

I'll remember this one.

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[bythewaves]

[ Vampire, Maglor remembers, and old hate curls his lip briefly, but... The Brucolac spoke of language and seems a civilised man. Not my world he reminds himself, and the voice that answers is the teasing laughing minstrel ]

I am glad to be of service, sir! May you carry the tune with you to warm you in the cold nights!

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[gracedprince]

[He can only really listen, unless he changes to a wolf, so when the song draws to an end, Po answers with sound alone. And he sounds horrified.]

Maglor! If Reynard hears this he will-

[Probably go after the elf. And Po really doesn't want to see his friend end like Isengrim did.]

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[bythewaves]

[ Not the laughing minstrel but the weary soldier that Po knows ]

I know. But after all that he has done, I cannot but think this is something well deserved. And... I mind not being the bait.

[ziggyzoggy]

Damn. [It's a good 'damn'.]

I've a feelin' this is going to get stuck in my head. [Many many times in the future.... It's painfully catchy like that.]

[bythewaves]

[ A flash of a smile which has too many teeth to be a real one ]

That was the idea, aye! I plan to move on from here and see how far we can spread it.

I meant to not start another thread with you before the other two are finished but. Whelp.

[muscovy]

[He gets milk or juice or similar things when Maglor gets more adult drinks, but the main reason why enjoys trailing after Maglor in his tavern adventures is sitting there amidst the merriment, happily watching everyone being so lively. It feels warm and nice, even more so because he knows Maglor close by. It's a good night, but... see, elves don't need sleep. Nations do. And children need more sleep than adults no matter what race, so at some point Maglor will find the little boy asleep, curled up on his bench, one hand still around a mug of apple juice.]

lol

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor keeps a close eye on Muscovy, for all that he seems mostly intent on the crowd, playing both his own world's songs as well as new ones from this world. When Muscovy falls asleep he excuses himself and comes over, taking away the mug and wrapping the child in his cloak.

When the tavern closes for the night in the early watches of the morning Maglor thanks the proprieter and carriers Muscovy up to the small room he rented. By the time Muscovy wakes, Maglor is sitting on the widow sill, watching the sun rise ]

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[notavirtue]

[The message came in a day late, but Javik's excuse was walking all over Treun most of the 1st. He was outside now, face framed by the great bearskin cloak he'd been gifted as a boon. Despite his words, there was a hint of a smile on his lips.]

Taunting the enemy was never a tactic that worked for us.

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[bythewaves]

[ The smile he gets back has a few too many teeth ]

No - but an angry foe makes mistakes, eh? And a good trap needs bait. [ A shrug ] It is also a useful way of gauging the mood of the people.