Voice, Open

[bythewaves]

[ Grief, as deep as the sea, as endless as the sky. Pain, like sheeting ice, in the voice that speaks... and for those with ears to hear, a tiny, quiet envy and relief. ]

For those who knew them, the list of those freed from this world now includes the Lady Galadriel and her husband, the Lord Celeborn, their daughter, the Lady Celebrian, the Lady Idril, and Maedhros my brother. Also, the Lady Sif, who counted us as family in lieu of those left in her own world.

Their things are with me, but they left no letters behind.

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[digophelia]

I know.

[ She knows the pain all too well. ]

To have one family member is better than none. I will give him a day then I will see him. I have another much like him that needs my attention; he is not happy, either.

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[bythewaves]

[ Despite everything, that news brings a small quirk of amusement to his lips ]

Aaaah then... we may have a ... slight problem. The Elvenking, you see... is rather unfond of me in his halls.

[ Which, Maglor knows, is perfectly sane and reasonable, but it doesn't mean he won't poke at it every chance he gets, considering Thranduil likes to promote himself as reasonable and open to everyone who is neutral. HAH. ]

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[bythewaves]

Mm. I ... was going to stay away. I have had ill dreams of late, and my friends the same but... I ... do not want to stay here. I am liable to break something if I do. I will come and fetch you. Moonrise?

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[muscovy]

[A day is good, Maglor will be busy with other people.]

A lot of people talk about friends and family having left now.

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[muscovy]

Good.

Where do you live?

[muscovy]

But [He's not sure how to express this, mostly because he isn't sure what there really is between himself and Maglor and what he wants there to be. How do Elves do these things? How is a nation supposed to do this thing? But still...] I won't call him father. [Not that he addresses Maglor that way (at least not for now) but he calls him that around other people. Nations are good at moving on, but the thing with Maglor is that if Maglor doesn't get himself killed he won't have to, because Maglor is not actually mortal, and that is an important point in this equation.]

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[rangerandking]

His heart is young and it has room to grow. A child should have been given better circumstances. {He will go and pick him up if need be and carry him to safety.} Ah, be cautious, you are spoiling him.

{Ehtyarion that is. The Unicorn closes his eyes contentedly.}

Pride runs strong in your family. Perhaps that is the curse.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor goes still, startled and surprised, and then he pulls Muscovy close, dropping his head to press a kiss against his hair and breathe in deep ]

Oh Muscovy. [ And his voice is thick with tears ] You are far too good to me.

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[bythewaves]

Not so young as he seems. [ Maglor warns, and smiles to see the Unicorn's pleasure ] He is not human, Aragorn. Not Eldar, not Dwarf, but something else entire.

He is the land, and the people within in, in his world... a country - he says, a Nation.

Perhaps. But the Noldor have always been proud of our work. It is our nature to put much of ourselves into the great works - it was what I did for the Noldolante, what father did with the Silmarils... and what she does for Morla... I think it will be everything the Silmarils were for father.

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[rangerandking]

{One boy...a country? He lets the words sink in, weighing them against what he knows of the Drabwurld - and other worlds - so far.}

The land given form? Do not give the Monarchy ideas.

{He doesn't want to meet the Drabwurld given human form. They would likely be gentle and vicious all in one.}

Then she must be stopped. {Should anything befall her creations...} You know what their destruction or theft would do to her, surely?

[muscovy]

[Muscovy's grip tightens in response to being pulled closer.] So you will stay?

[He doesn't believe that the answer will yes, but he really, really wants it to be. And he will ask again and again until it is.]

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[bythewaves]

Mmhmm. So he says, and I have no reason to doubt him. He does not... quite relate to things in the normal way. I suspect that life as a young... perhaps new? country is not an easy one.

I know. [ a soft despairing whisper ] But it is far too late for that. And I did ask, and she would not. She means to make of them something to make even Morla balk.

[bythewaves]

As long as I can. Yes. I promise, Muscovy. I will try.

[muscovy]

You should tell me what I can do to help you with that, yes?

[Until he can properly do something, he just wants to be of as much assistance as possible, because even the strongest person cannot bring back people.]

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[rangerandking]

How could he? {Relate normally, that is.} A country is the perspective of many - the land included.

I would like to speak with him. {And to protect him.} He has more than one haven in this world and I should make him aware of such.

{A mother should be supporting her son in a time of loss - assuring him that he is not alone. Not losing herself in a dangerous project that might earn Morla's ire. Aragorn does his best not to scowl, but his distaste is apparent.}

Her priorities concern me.

[bythewaves]

Only stay with me, Muscovy. [ So, so quietly ] Don't go.

[muscovy]

I won't.

[He buries his face in Maglor's shirt with a smile; this isn't perfect, but as good as it will probably get.]

Never.

[sculptor_of_aman]

The last one that you left for me before the March.

Was there another?

[survivra]

I have power over myself, even if I pretend...

Even if you pretend, too. Sometimes that helps with making it real.

congrats you just got your first nickname |D

[bythewaves]

I think you do more than pretend, little firebird. But I suppose I can try.

[bythewaves]

There is now. [ He leans on her, the worst of the storm past, for now ] I finished it on Samhain, with the Sea calling. I do not know if it is the one that they say is heard on the river and the wind into the Second and Third age, but the Noldolante is finished, now.

omg that's adorable..........

[survivra]

Little f—

[ she's so startled by the nickname that she actually claps a hand over her mouth when she finds herself repeating it. it's jarring, both the surprise in the midst of the tone in the conversation and the urge she has to smile.

she doesn't smile. but she drops her hand and feels a little less—stressed. ]

I don't know what I do some of the time; I hope you know it better. It's always worth it just to try.

you know he is fond of you when he gives you a nickname |D

[bythewaves]

[ Her reaction brings a smile to his lips, but he does the kindness of not mentioning it ]

Then I suppose we shall both have to pretend together, hm?

[bythewaves]

Thank you Muscovy. [ Maglor hugs him close and tries to lose himself in the song of the little nation in his lap for a while ]

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[lusiphur]

I'll see you at moonrise.

There's something I want to show you once we get to the Station (if the rumors are true). I'm not offering any promises, but if you feel like you want to break something, there's one thing that always makes me feel better.