( seelie + unseelie ) video. it's not giving up, it's letting go.

[orcsurfing]

[ A video, again, from the resident chatterbox, though this time he will attempt to be more... ah, concise in his words. It's a delicate matter, after all, and he needs to be careful.

There's little reason to smile, all things considered, and so he doesn't, though his expression remains gentle and with visible concern to every line of it. ]

There are two that I seek. Two elves that do not bear shards, but that have been in my service nevertheless.

[ They are one and the same, but with appearances different and names also different. And so he skirts around the subject of Celegorm, though there are some that will know no matter how he poses his questions, how he gives the descriptions. ]

One of the name Andrion, with hair black as the night and sun-kissed skin, his face fair, his features soft, his attitude earnest and merry though wary of strangers all the same. Naruthir, a pup barely grown into adulthood now, was his constant companion.

The other is of hair fair, cut short at the nape, sharp featured and imposingly tall and broad in the way of a fine warrior. What name he would give a stranger, I cannot tell you, but he is a hunter through and through, a wolf trapped in the body of an elf.

[ His pulse quickens, though it does not show outwardly, and Legolas gives a small smile, the perfect cover for some nerves. ]

I would welcome any information on their whereabouts- [ A pause, weighed with little hope- ] or on their fates; and of course I could reward for it, should you desire so.

[ Done with his request, he snaps the locket shut before his features twist in pain, from the way the scar on his chest flares up with a dull ache of memory. ]

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[fiercestwarrior]

Maglor told me so. I do not think he would make such a claim if he had any hope of finding his brother again.

[ Sif does not understand it, now that she knows of it, why Legolas would be asking for someone who made him suffer so. Then again she does not know the full story, and she made a promise to Thranduil to not speak of the matter to Legolas. All she can do is trust that Legolas had his reasons, and knowing him they were good ones, or at least sprung out of his goodness. ]

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[orcsurfing]

[ Indeed, and then Nerdanel confirms it too, and Legolas finds himself at a loss for words and... feelings too, in all truth. It is different than when Drabwurld has first taken his father, for then it was a raging flame that hollowed him out within, now... now it's a confusing mix of various emotions, grief for sure, as something that has forcefully become a part of him has been taken away (a strange, strange sort of bond, not entirely natural), anger that the one he accepted as one of his has been taken away to descent into madness and then darkness- and lastly relief. No more will he feel that dread, no more will his body tremble and seize up from the mere proximity of him.

Legolas breathes out quietly, there's a long, long moment of silence before he responds. ]

Aye, it seems to be so. His mother believes it true as well...

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[fiercestwarrior]

[ Sif understands it all too well, that feeling of beeing somewhat adrift, not sure what to feel about anything.

Sif waits patiently through that silence, thinking that if Legolas had nothing more to say to her he would have cut off their connection. ]

I would not doubt her on this, she is an insightful woman under most circumstances and when it comes to her children...

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[orcsurfing]

'tis not a matter of doubt, but foolish hope it all to be wrong.

[ He wheezes in a sharp inhale, then breathes out quietly. ]

There is nothing that awaits a shardless elf of Arda in death, a void, emptiness; the Halls of Mandos cannot be reached from here, I do not think.

[ If they would even open for a kinslayer, one so cruel too. ]

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[fiercestwarrior]

[ So many questions rest right at the tip of her tongue, but she holds them back. She is quite accomplished at leaving things unsaid. ]

You traveled here from Arda, did you not? His spirit is as wild as any I have known, it would not surprise me if it could find the way back. Or somewhere else. He might think it an adventure.

[ Comfort does not come easy to her, being a woman more prone to offering harsh truths, but she does try to be kind when she can, and Legolas has suffered enough. ]

[orcsurfing]

[ Difficult as it may come, but it's successful comfort. There was time when he would argue, but the Queen's words some weeks past, about his father's fate when he questioned it, soothed his soul but they also confused him all the more about the fates of those who perish here. Who can tell what comes to be when they die no longer possessing a shard. ]

There is still far too much we do not know about this world, aye, and your words ring true to me. Perhaps free of the [ curse- ] Oath he will at last find peace, or happiness.

My thanks, Sif.