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]

[ ... this makes no sense unless...]

Then... as strange as it sounds Lady, it seems that you must be from a time before such an edict is issued, for I assure you that it was.

[rapunzelf]

[There's another pause, and then she huffs a little in annoyance.]

Then you are another whose experiences outstrip my own. It appears I am surrounded by them.

[bythewaves]

I would apologise but twas not my doing - our hosts, it seems, have a strange sense of humor. In any case Lady, your Lord Father will issue such a decree, and it will be for good reason.

[rapunzelf]

No, I would not blame you.

If my Father will do as much, I imagine it will be for good reason. He is not accustomed to giving such commands lightly.

[bythewaves]

[ the smile is small and bitter ]

He will, and many will agree that it was wise. Will you not heed that decree and release me?

[rapunzelf]

[Her mouth sets into a small, stubborn line.]

As far as I can see, I would not be ignoring it. You are not in Doriath, nor am I, nor are we speaking in any tongue of yours.

[bythewaves]

[ Beleg help she's not listening.... ]

While this is true, it remains that your Lord Father thought my kin and I accursed and dangerous - and he was proven right, in the end.

[rapunzelf]

[Yeah it's not working]

You will forgive me if a lovely musician who sings songs of regret to remind himself of past sorrow does not strike me as particularly dangerous.

[Lu, no, this is where you are wrong.]

[bythewaves]

[ fine, let's put it nice and clear ]

But I am, Lady, for whose story did you think my song was of? Three times now I have struck down my people, and my hands are stained with the blood of kin. That I now regret my actions changes not the fact that I committed them full-knowing.

[rapunzelf]

[There's a pause at that - her eyes flicker with more pain than surprise, as it was something she had guessed, for all that she would have wished otherwise. The fact that these were his kin does invoke something of horror, but she had guessed that he had been singing of himself, for all that she would have wished it was a tale.

Still.]

And yet not all those who are dangerous are indeed dangerous to all.

[There's a pause, and when she speaks she seems somehow smaller.]

This is why?

[bythewaves]

[ just as soft, just as sad, but equally stubborn ]

It is. That our hosts have elected to place me on your opposing side suggests that your father was right.

[rapunzelf]

But is there a strict system to it? We are to fight a war, or so they wish, but as we have been brought here for the shards we are told we bear, would it not make a kind of sense that either side would bring all those they could find? It may only have been chance that I am where I am, and you are where you are. For I cannot believe that any action, no matter how great or terrible, can be the whole of what any person can be judged for.

[bythewaves]

They tell us our ...'sovereigns' [ and there is a nasty twist of his mouth when he says it ] chose those best suited to their halls. And Lady, there are orcs in these halls.

[ just. pointing that out. ]

[rapunzelf]

[She tilts her head a little, studying him then.]

There are also elves.

[Her voice is quite gentle.]

[bythewaves]

[ again that bitter, bitter smile ]

Only two of the accursed sons of Feanor.

[rapunzelf]

[She smiles at him a little, expression wry.]

Are you not elves?

[bythewaves]

There are those who would argue that we are not.

[ a shrug and he looks away ]

Will you not take warning and leave me be?

[rapunzelf]

[She watches him, not looking away.]

I wonder if you do not judge yourself too harshly.

[bythewaves]

I judge only as have I seen, and as I have heard others judge in turn.

[ he knows the stories that are whispered - 'be good or the feanorionnath will come' - he hears the rumours and sees the look in eyes when he travels ]

[rapunzelf]

And so there are none who speak otherwise?

[Really, Maglor, you only need to look to the responses of the people who heard you sing.]

[bythewaves]

[ most of them are family they don't count ]

Precious few, I fear.

[ maybe if he's... really short in his answers that'll work? ]

[rapunzelf]

And that therefore discounts all that they might say?

[Honestly Maglor she is supposed to be the dramatic one.]

[bythewaves]

[ he was emo before it was cool ]

No. But most of those who would say so are, it would be said, somewhat... biased.

[rapunzelf]

And those who say otherwise are not?

[HAVIN NONE OF YOUR CRAP TODAY, MAGLOR.]

[bythewaves]

[ sob Beleg, he's trying he promises ]

Less biased, I would say, for have not those I have bereaved the right to accuse me?