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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voice; private.

[winterwork]

[He sounds so broken, Jack doesn't know how to even respond.]

I'm here for you too, alright? You've still got friends who'll stick by you, got it?

voice; private.

[bythewaves]

Thank you, Jack. I... will try to remember. Promise... me something? If... I cannot. If, something goes wrong. Lord Aragorn has promised to care for Muscovy but... you and he... have things in common, eh? Keep an eye on him for me?

voice; private.

[winterwork]

Yeah, I'll make sure he's okay. [But this is all sounding so ominous, it makes him uncomfortable.]

But I'll make sure of it for you too. You're gonna get through all this, Mag.

voice -> video; private.

[bythewaves]

[ A pause and then the video flips on, and Jack can see how terrifyingly pale Maglor looks, as if a flame burns under his skin and consumes him from within ]

I will try, Jack. But grief may slay my folk, and I... am so very close to the edge. I will try. I promise.