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]

[ 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?

[rapunzelf]

One might say that by the same token, those who love you have the right to set themselves against accusations that you are not an elf.

They do, but... Is it only them?

[bythewaves]

And I would spare them the censure that comes with the same. [ a little short now, almost angry (mostly frustrated) ]

We are accursed, Lady. Our names become a byword for terror and madness.

[rapunzelf]

I would think that they would be well enough equipped to make their own choices with regards to such matters.

[bythewaves]

[ ... you know what, he gives up. Beleg can sort it out himself ]

As you seem intent on, Lady. [ on your own head be it ]

[rapunzelf]

[Her expression sets.]

I believe I am capable of making my own choices, yes, especially in a matter which seems so harmless as does this.

[bythewaves]

[ he shakes his head but shrugs ]

We are hardly harmless, but it is, as you say, your choice to make.

[ he tried Beleg, he's sorry ]

[rapunzelf]

Would you kill me, then? Do you so love killing elves that even to speak to you puts me at risk, though you are there and I here, and as I understand it would take you long to come to where I am?

[She's not buying it.]

[bythewaves]

[ there is a long. painful pause. Would he? Maglor wonders. They did not, before. Yet... this is not Middle-earth. ]

I... would prefer to never have to put that to the test. [ is all he says, in the end ]

[rapunzelf]

And so you would.

[There's a pause as she tries to take that in.]

Why?

[bythewaves]

[ he visibly winces but he does not deny it ]

We are Oath-bound, Lady - I have slain those I would rather not before for the simple expedient of the Oath. I do not know what powers our hosts may have here, but that they have might to bend time and space to bring my dead to me makes me wonder if they may force me in that way also.

[rapunzelf]

And have you, then, sworn to kill me? For I have never met you, and have no quarrel that I know of with you.

[bythewaves]

[ Not... you exactly, he thinks, and remembers Celegorm and Doriath and wants to weep ]

I have not. But as I said, I have had my hand forced before.

[rapunzelf]

How?

[bythewaves]

By the Oath.

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