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

[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.]

[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.

[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 ]

[muscovy]

[He'll let the Elf do that, though he doesn't sleep again, instead watching him closely in a sharp worry that he'll go even more translucent on his watch.

But it is still nice and warm and safe in Maglor's arms, and he is content just listening to the older male's heartbeat.]