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eachdraidh2014-06-09 04:29 pm
bythewaves) wrote in eachdraidh2014-06-09 04:29 pm
Accidental Video, unlocked to both courts, sometime during the event
[ 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) ]
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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Twas not I who turned the locket on. It seems the natives here are fond of my singing - tis the second time they have done so.
[ there is a small apologetic chime as the fairy creeps out from its spot ]
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I seldom sing indoors these days. There are too many I might disturb
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Maglor I am. And who are you, stranger?
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Xellos then, and I suppose we are less of strangers to each other now than we were before.
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For my pains, the Unseelie court lays claim to me. What of yourself?
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The same! Why pains, though? I admit I've only arrived a couple days ago, but the court doesn't seem too bad.
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The court? Perhaps not. Its rulers are another story.
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The Queen is gracious and lovely and powerful, and yet even so, I distrust her. Yet my opinions, it seems, are in the minority. I would advise you to seek your own audience with her.
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The king I know little of. He sat by his queen's side as still and silent as the grave. That he is powerful, I doubt not - the press of his power was as great as hers, but he did not speak, nor move.
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How mysterious. Perhaps he has an unnaturally high pitched voice.
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And why would you assume such?
(ooc: I will die laughing if he does)
video; knocking on the armor to see if it echoes
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If you can convince him to speak, Master Xellos, then we might all learn the truth of the matter.
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Are you not being so, Priest?
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