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.

Comments

audio;

[chromosomes]

... Shit.

[ Just. Shit. ]

audio;

[bythewaves]

My apologies, I ... am sorry I... never had the chance to maybe one day call you brother.

audio;

[chromosomes]

It's okay. It's...

[ Well, no. It's not okay. But it's what is.

John sighs. ]

I'll deal. We'll deal.

audio;

[bythewaves]

[ So hollow and empty ]

Thank you for the kindness but... we are still on opposite sides of the fence, eh? If ever... if ever we meet on the field. Do me a kindness and make it swift. I will thank you for it.

audio;

[chromosomes]

Didn't think you went out to the field much.

audio;

[bythewaves]

Not of my own will. [ So if he IS there he will be unwilling, in all likelihood ]

But...I have learnt... not to make assumptions, in this world.

audio;

[chromosomes]

Yeah, well. I'm not exactly into the assisted suicide thing.

audio;

[bythewaves]

Ah... has Muscovy been at you? I am sorry. He worries... I will not... ask you to kill me John. But if... they force my hand... please. I would... rather it at the hands of one I trust, and I cannot ask this of Legolas, or Thranduil. I have... hurt them enough. Just give my shard to my Lady Mother, if it come to that. She... will not long survive me, I think.

audio;

[chromosomes]

[ ... okay, he actually can't say no when phrased like that. ]

If there's no other way out for the both of us. I'll make it quick.

audio;

[bythewaves]

Thank you. I will try not to let it come to that.

audio;

[chromosomes]

I appreciate it. Me too.

private; text;

[muscovy]

If you kill my lord father, I will find a way for your life to end.

[He doubts that John wishes to do this, but better safe than sorry, and there are certain wishes of those that are dear to him that he will not accept. They all deal with leaving. And dying certainly is leaving.]

private; text;

[chromosomes]

[ UHHHHH ]

I'll defend myself if I have to but I'm not going to do anything to him first.

private; text;

[muscovy]

My lord father can be very silly, so unless you cannot run and cannot dodge, you should not let him use you to be killed, yes?

private; text;

[chromosomes]

Not by me, at least.

private; text;

[muscovy]

Good.

Where do you live?

private; text;

[chromosomes]

Kind of between places, right now. I have rooms in Caer Glaem, though.

private; text;

[muscovy]

Where can I find them?

[In other words, directions plz.]

private; text;

[chromosomes]

[ you're not going to stab him in his sleep are you ]

Second Wing, by the stained glass window that shows a golem covered in flowers.

private; text;

[muscovy]

[No worry =D He's a good son, he'll not start stabbing people in their sleep before Maglor does.

Annnd he ends the feed here, but two weeks later John will find a pair of knitted fingerless gloves on his bed, both of them with a Fëanorian star on the inside of the wrist where it will hardly be seen, and a note reading "Thank you for not killing my father, also in the future."]