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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[beleg]

[Beleg has been out worm killing, not that it shows. But it means that his frame of mind makes him a bit blunter and ruder than he usually will be.]

Kingslayer.

[bythewaves]

[ the song ends abruptly as Maglor looks up and realises what has happened. Scowling he chases off the Imp and retrieves the locket ]

So I have been called, and so I am. What is it to you?

[beleg]

I am Beleg Cuthalion, formerly of Doriath. [He wonders why one of the Sons of Feanor would be brought here as well, and then remembers that there were two (or more) sides to any war.]

[bythewaves]

[ something painful twists in Maglor's face at that (guilt, maybe), before smoothing back to the practiced neutrality of the politician ]

Ah. I would say well met, Cuthalion, but I fear this meeting is not one that either of us would rejoice in.

[beleg]

[Beleg's face was carefully blank as well.]

It is not, son of Feanor. I would assume you are of the Unseelie court.

[bythewaves]

[ If Maglor finds it strange to be talking to a dead man there is nothing of that in his face or voice - Beleg is dealing with the distant Noldorian Prince and his relationship to his brothers has seldom been more obvious ]

It seems that my sins have seen me there, aye.

[beleg]

[Beleg's never been one for diplomacy anyway; he'll just be blunt about what he wants.]

Then you understand why I would ask you and yours to keep your distance from Lady Luthien.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor tips his head in acknowledgement, distant and placid, or at least, appearing so ]

My brother does not remember her. [ can you guess which brother he means, Beleg ] I would that it remain that way as well. I will do my best.

[beleg]

[Beleg knows immediately which brother Maglor is talking about and his mouth tightens.]

I am gratified that we are of one mind at least when it comes to this.

A fair day to you, son of Feanor.

[With that, Beleg shuts off his locket and goes back to worm fighting.]

[bythewaves]

Good hunting. [ Maglor nods in response, and it is only after Beleg logs off that Maglor allows his facade to crumble ]