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I need a broom.

[ Some crunching can be heard. It's late, there's not going to be much of an explanation here, other than Alice's hands look very bad, in bruises and cuts. She continues on like it's nothing. She looks up to the imp and frowns. ]

Or a dustpan. I know this is a pain without a lantern, I'm sorry. Use a handkerchief so you don't cut yourself, alright?

[ Sometimes she feels bad for this imp. Alice goes up to cleaning broken shards of glass, ever so carefully, using a basket as means to pick up pieces. With a huff, more to herself- ]

This is the last time I ever-

[ She stops, of course, to notice the locket is open and shoots a look up to the imp. ]

Don't even think about it. I'm not in the mood for this, it was an accident.

[ With a mutter, Alice's hand goes over it and the locket is promptly clamped shut. Should anyone ask, she'll shift it to voice after getting the rest of the mirror cleaned up. ]

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You're a wise man for staying out of these things.

[ Alice turns and lets out a scoff. ] Not like me.

[ A shake of his head ]

Wise? No. None of the Feanorionnath have ever been that. Say tired, rather, for I am weary of all this nonsense. Your heart is yet open and kind, Alice - mine froze a long time ago. Only have a care, little butterfly, for that kindness is both a strength and a weakness.

[ That even sounds like something her father would say. ]

Not all of it is nonsense, Mr. Maglor, it affects all of us. How can you say you are not wise? I think you're one of the wisest men here.

Oh little butterfly. How little you know of us. Wisdom lies in my cousins but, not, I think, in us.

But I will call it nonsense that sets kin against kin, for the sake of a disagreement between family. I have lived this tale once before. I know how it ends.

I'm sorry that you have to be dragged through this.

[ A quiet tired smile ]

Better me than another, less wary. But I thank you for your kindness.

Less wary or not, you don't deserve it. No one does.

[ There are many who would say we do says Curufin quietly but Maglor only shrugs a little ]

Perhaps so.

You and Sir Lancelot are so much alike; you're both going to give me grey hairs at this rate. I know that if I tell you to stop ridiculing yourself it will fall on deaf ears.

But, even then, I will still tell you both there's far much worse out there and that I won't be relenting any time soon.

Are we? I do not think I know your Sir Lancelot. And I do no more, Alice, than speak the truth.

That there are things out there far worse than I, I do not doubt. [ We strove against them, after all agrees Caranthir ] But that does not make me any less terrible.

Sometimes the lesser of evils is better than most, Mr. Maglor. I'd rather put up with someone who is open about their misgivings than someone trying to hide them.

Perhaps, perhaps. Your kind heart shows itself again, I think.

No. I've seen much worse, Mr. Maglor. Much worse.

As have I. [ Such things we have seen murmur the Ambarussa Dragonfire and the Balrog's lash, the terrors of Utummo's pits agrees Curufin. Betrayal of kin and blood on the sands says Caranthir quietly Death and despair and the loss of all hope finishes Celegorm ]

But that does not make me any less terrible, Alice.

Be happy with small blessings, Mr. Maglor. You have friends and family who care for you.

Never think that I am not. But it would be easier, I sometimes think, if they did not.

Well, that's unfortunate.

[ She looks visibly upset by that response. ]

You're better than most, Mr Maglor, but I think you would do well staying with your family so that they do not have to worry about you.

[ A quiet smile ]

Never you fear, Alice. Maedhros has been content to keep me by his side, and amil is busy now with her comission. I see her seldom, but she is as well as she might be.

Amil?

[ A relative? About the only one she can think of that close would be Nerdanel. ]

Your mother?

Hm? Ah... yes, my mother. You have met the Lady Nerdanel then?

I have spoken to her before, yes, when she had asked for you and your brother.

Ah... [ he nods ] I had forgotten that she... yes. I thought then that she was but a dream. But Amil is the Quenya word for mother.

A dream, Mr. Maglor?[ Is that just a fancy way of saying "hallucination"? ]

Mm. I remember all of them, and sometimes, I hear them still. I thought her but one of them, at the time.

[ He's old, very old. This isn't giving her much hope that her hallucinations will go away, or at least, calm down. ]

You need an animal or perhaps, something more in tune for you. They will tell you if it's a dream or not.

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