Accidental Video, unlocked to both courts, sometime during the event

[bythewaves]

[ The video flicks on to a song, soft and sweet and sad. The voice is familiar, it has been heard, in similar circumstances, before - the singer is also probably easily recognizable, and it is fairly obvious that the singer once again does not know that he is being recorded (this is something of a trend) There is a fearie who chitters at the screen before zipping off again ]

Hush now dear ones,
Rest your eyes
None will bring you harm
Sleep my sweet ones
Fear no noise
For I will keep you warm

[ It is a lullaby - an old one, sweet and gentle, but sung oh, so sadly. He wrote this, long ago for the youngest of his brothers, to keep them calm and help them sleep. He rewrote it, years and years later, when there was only one twin left, and sung it as a dirge. He rewrote it one final time, for twin peredhil boys, who he had stolen all joy from. He sings all three versions now, in a soft round, looping back on themselves - quiet peace, grief, and apology, all twining together to make something that says, as clearly as if he spoke the words:

I miss those days, when we were happy, for there is only sorrow now

Maglor is outside the station and he keeps his voice low, so as not to disturb those inside who might not want to hear one of the Feanorionnath. He does not look well (he will not fade, he promised, but he is so very close), but a bit calmer, perhaps (killing imps is good stress relief). He also has an audience which he does not appear to notice - namely, the faerie who turned on the locket (perhaps it was one of the Ainsel, before) ]

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[goldsickness]

[ It takes little time for Thorin to realize he must learn as much as he can about these lands. If he can't leave, if he can't go back, then at the very least he ought to make sure he finds a safe place for him and the few he keeps close. He has not met many so far he would ask questions, and even the few he did ask could only tell him so much.

Library it is, then. However, this becomes a problem when, after almost an hour of looking through the castle, he can't find the place.

Not only that, but he also ends up getting lost through the corridors.

When he speaks to the locket, he is not actually asking anyone. He is asking the locket itself for directions. ]

Tell me the way to the library.

[ He frowns at the locket for the longest time, waiting for some kind of immediate response, frown deepening when it doesn't come. ]

This useless-- [ And it shuts off. ]


((ooc: open for action at the seelie court!))

[one] video

[bird_brain]

[For a moment, Aubri stares at the locket. His ear tufts are up, his head cocked slightly to the side. When he speaks, his accent is obvious, with rolling consonants and hissed sibilants.]

My name is Aubri. Yes, I am a gryphon. [Because seriously everyone's asking.]

No, I do not breathe fire. Yes, I can fly. I prefer to fly. Yes, I know what humans are. No, I am not the one of my kind, though I may be in this world. Yes, I can speak. [Obviously.] And, finally, yes, the talons -- [he holds them up and, yep, pretty wicked looking] -- do make certain things difficult.

[Pause] Did I miss anything?

♛ video. unlocked to seelie and unseelie.

[unstable]

[ the princess' face is visible for a moment, long enough for everyone to see the blood splatter across her light skin. it is very clear that the blood is not her own, but she is flawless aside from the mess. reddened lips, dark eyeliner, not a hair out of place.

her servant is fussing over her face and the conversation the two of them have cannot be heard, just seen-- the servant is busy trying to clean the princess up, make her suitable for speaking to an audience. by the time azula is able to readdress the locket, her face shows no sign of blood. ]

I am grateful for the hospitality provided, acknowledging that my status is well-respected within this... community. [ although it is clear by the tone of azula's voice that the respect is hardly mutual. ] However, I am afraid that whatever was done to bring me to this place needs to be reversed immediately. It is rude that I cannot find those truly in charge here to speak face to face, with such respect to royalty I assumed that finding those high-born would be a privilege granted to me.

I understand that my skills may be crucial to the Unseelie success, but I am in the middle of my own war and it is necessary I be returned to it.

[ her golden eyes narrow. ]

And if you cannot keep your little beasts tamed, I will not hesitate to eliminate every single one that falls in my line of vision.