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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[bythewaves]

It might be. Who can tell? And the Queens keep those whose powers might rival them locked down, so as to prevent their rule being usurped.

[selfimage]

Though I may say that if anyone rivaled the All-Father, that they would be locked away just as readily as the next. Is their sentiment the same as their powers, or are they ushered away so quickly that only ghosts linger behind them?

[bythewaves]

That, I do not know. There was only one here, who might have rivaled them. You will hear songs about in the the taverns. Mostly of praise, although there is one, which, I am proud to say I helped spread, which remembers that Reynaud the Fox was a madman who killed and lied and tortured indiscriminately. He did have a grudge against shardbearers in particular, and to many of those disenchanted with this world, he is something of a hero. He is dead now, and the shardbearers helped put him down, for a mad dog is a danger to all.

[selfimage]

Well isn't that discouraging? In death, has he left anything behind? Followers of this inconvenient tale, perhaps?

[bythewaves]

Sadly, he left only the rabble behind - a mad dog does like a pack of hounds, after all. He trained no one, or if he did, he trained them so well that they are so well hidden as to not be found, at this point. But if information you seek, ask for Lord El Melloi II and tell him Maglor sent you.

[selfimage]

Your aid is much appreciated, Mister Maglor. It'll be put to good use. [ there's a bit of a pause, and then as if he's suddenly remembered his manors. be good, Loki. ] Ah—comforting thoughts for loss, of course.

[bythewaves]

May it do you more good than it ever did me!

[ He tips his head in acknowlegement ]

Thank you for your sympathy for a stranger.

[selfimage]

Not so much a stranger anymore, eh?

[bythewaves]

[ Another shy, startled smile ]

No, I suppose not, any longer. I suppose a place like this engenders ... something of friendship swifter

[selfimage]

[ "friendship," huh. not the gap he would've crossed, but despite to the dissonance between his memories and his emotions, it sounds nice. no one knew him here. not to the extent that the resonance had rooted itself within his own world, and the Nine Realms themselves. ]

I'll take "something of," it's much better than "dubiously acquainted."

[bythewaves]

[ A soft chuff of amusement ]

Well I can use that term if you prefer, but I thought that at the least the conversation deserved better terms than that! It is not every day I am fortunate enough to speak with one of wit and wisdom to recognise manipulation early in this world.

[ Unless he hangs out at the Barrel, anyway ]

[selfimage]

[ manipulation and lies were kind of his thing. and not just in the simplest way that people generally expected. he was good with words. he knew how to twist them just a little. good things sounding bad, bad things sounding desirable. he was a master at it (along with being a master of perfected omission). even after so long, Thor became exasperated with it, both unable to stop Loki and at his whim. it felt like a very long time ago that he used such abilities to further any nefarious scheme or underhanded plot. ]

I'll stick with "something of" in context. Though it's quickly moving into flatter. It's not like you need to convince me.

[ so maybe he can't see, but he's fanning himself. ]

[bythewaves]

[ A corner of his lips quirk up in amusement ]

Of all the tales they tell of Maglor, this much is true - that I am, still, honest. I speak only as I see it.

[selfimage]

Honest, you say?

[ a good friend made this day, perhaps. ]

[bythewaves]

I try to be.

[ Maglor shrugs wryly ]

I would like to think that my word, is, if nothing else, the one thing I have always tried to keep.

[selfimage]

I'll remember that.

[ says the Prince of Lies, trying to be a better person. ]

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor smiles back and shrugs again ]

Then I will have to be on my best behaviour, hm?

[ Although sometimes I wish we were not so sighs Maedhros Life would be much easier if we could have broken the Oath ]