Accidental Video | Seelie & Unseelie | sometime during a break in worm fighting

[bythewaves]

[ The locket comes alive with a voice - deep and wild as the sea, it sings a lament in a language that seems made for music. The songs starts partway, and it is obvious perhaps that the singer is not aware that he is being recorded. There is the flash of one of the Unseelie imps, before it vanishes offscreen to reveal the singer - a man, or something like one, dark haired and grey eyed, with his face turned up to the stars.

To any who listen, the words of the song will paint themselves in the mind - white ships and blood on the sand, a tall and proud people with bright banners beneath a new-born sun, fire and blood and tears unimaginable, and three brilliant jewels that rival the stars ]

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[bythewaves]

By the Oath.

[ keep it short, keep it simple, pray hard she does not ask for more ]

[rapunzelf]

Which is what, exactly?

[If she sounds sort of frustrated it's because, well, she is.]

[bythewaves]

[ good that makes two of us ]

[ He starts in surprise for a moment before remembering that she has likely never head the words of the Oath said, as anything more than vague rumour ]

We swore to reclaim the Silmarils, lady. By whatever means necessary, irregardless of who held them, however long it took. And we swore by the highest power, even Eru Himself, that we would succeed or go out to the Everlasting Darkness.

[rapunzelf]

[She hasn't even heard the vague rumor, really. Not before now, anyway. The words make her pull back a little.]

That seems a rash thing to swear by such terms.

[bythewaves]

[ As they should, for did not all the world fall silent when Feanor spoke that day and his sons followed? ]

[ The smile is sad and wry ]

Tis easy to say that now, but at the time...

[rapunzelf]

Even then, I think. But I suppose it is possible, to act before considering all the consequences. I'm lucky, I guess, that I've never been put in a position where anything of the kind is necessary.

[Yet.]

[bythewaves]

[ There is a small secret smile that quirks up his lip when she says that, but it fades swiftly ]

At the time... and even now, who can tell what might move one? We were mad, many say, and perhaps they were right. Perhaps we still are. I pray that you never need find out.

[rapunzelf]

Foolish, perhaps, or shortsighted, but there is no crime in that. And I have not seen madness in you.

[bythewaves]

Have you not? [ soft and quiet ]

I pray you never will then, but I do not trust to that.

[rapunzelf]

You don't trust much about yourself, do you?

[bythewaves]

[ A small, wry smile ]

I have little reason to.

[rapunzelf]

Perhaps you should begin giving yourself reasons, then.

[bythewaves]

[ A tired shrug ]

I have had little reason to, neither before, nor now.

[rapunzelf]

And you've found reasons that you should not, or invented them.

[bythewaves]

I have hardly had to invent reasons, lady, when so many of them have been flung in my face.

[rapunzelf]

Perhaps not, but have you not?

[bythewaves]

[ One eyebrow goes up ] I do not think I have.

[rapunzelf]

Really? That surprises me, as you talk.

[bythewaves]

I would have thought lady, that my reasons were all true.