[Video, All Courts, shortly after the feast]

[sculptor_of_aman]

[The locket is held slightly askew, as the woman holding it has never done so before with this particular item. She's had experience with similar things, but she's still getting used to the locket. The Elven woman's face looks worried and a little sad, as if she's expecting bad news.]

Anyone who can hear me... I have heard talk of one who was killed recently. And the little I have heard... troubles me. The name I have heard is Celegorm, and he is described as an Elf with golden hair... among other things. I can only hope I am mistaken, but the description is very similar to someone I know. Someone I once called Tyelkormo.

If anyone knew him, and could tell me more about him... and how he died... I must know.

Please. ...He may be my son.

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[waterbearer]

[ Kaldur.... does not want to do this. But he will, because someone must, and he still feels as though he owes it to Celebrimbor and Maglor, in some small way. ]

Ma'am. I was a witness to your son's death.

[ He swallows quietly, and takes a deep breath. ]

What do you wish to know.

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[sculptor_of_aman]

[For a short while she is quiet, as if deciding what to say.]

...Everything. But first, I must be certain he is my son.

My name is Nerdanel. Wife of Fëanáro, and mother to our seven sons.

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[waterbearer]

I know of him as Celegorm. He was the brother of Maglor, with whom I had spoken on some other matters, and uncle of Celebrimbor [ remember your granbaby? Curufin's son? ], whom I counted as a friend, before he disappeared from this world.

[ A pause on Kaldur's end. ]

The death was for a 'Silmaril', if that helps in identifying him.

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[boutant]

[ She hopes, selfishly, that this woman is wrong. She hopes that it is some other elf son, one not in this world, that she looks to find.

But she also works to prepare herself, in case the other is right. ]

Does he have an older brother with darker hair who sings?

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[sculptor_of_aman]

He does. Makalaurë, I called him. And they both have an elder brother, my firstborn, Maitimo, who is tall and fair with red hair.

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[of_the_lake]

My lady. I, Lancelot, am a soldier employed under Lord Ganondorf. Celegorm was one of Ganondorf's trusted officers.

I fought under him in battle and bore witness to his sacrifice.

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[sculptor_of_aman]

Who is this Ganondorf you speak of? What role did he play?

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[bird_brain]

[Well, this is awkward. As much as Aubri holds a good deal of bitterness for Celegorm, he does consider Maglor a friend still. (Even if Maglor has decided not to burden him with his presence anymore; he needs to figure out how to rectify that.)

And, honestly, he'd like to try to figure out if this woman is as crazy as Celegorm. That would be good to know. His voice is carefully, deliberately neutral.]

Have you been told of his death?

[He will not rehash something if she's already been told of it; others might have answered who were actually there.]

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[sculptor_of_aman]

The exact tellings vary slightly, but it seems he died in pursuit of the Oath sworn to his father's cause.

[A sigh]

I wish I could say I am surprised, but I am only grieved.

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[embattle]

[He'd no doubts; the man she'd described, Kyoya knew.]

He was murdered by scum.

[It was appalling, remarkably cruel. Really, what else could he call such an act?]

A trashbird, also called "Clarisse".

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[sculptor_of_aman]

This Clarisse has a reputation for such things?

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[thebreakingwave]

Hullo, umm, I was there at his death, to make sure it was quick, but I was also there the night before, to talk to him. And I can tell you about that, and about how he was before the battle. I enjoyed his company.

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[sculptor_of_aman]

Tell me what you can. I will listen.

[digophelia]

[ Oh, no.

She remembers when she had first crossed paths with Feanor that he was looking for one of his sons with fiery red hair and now she can see why. The reality of what happened hasn't hit her until Nerdanel's voice resonates in her head, asking if Celegorm has been killed. Alice finally speaks. ]

I fought alongside with him and I know of his brother.

[sculptor_of_aman]

What news can you tell me of them?

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[silvergift]

[Oh.

Celebrían still isn't entirely upset over the death of Celegorm, only the effect his death has had on Maglor and her mother. She likely won't ever be too torn up about it but she keeps it to herself and will continue to do so.]

Nerdanel. I am sorry, it was him.

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[sculptor_of_aman]

...yes, so I understand. Thank you.

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[inafadingcrown]

[She can't not respond to this, however mixed her feelings about Celegorm are. She had, in large, part ignored Fëanor's presence out of pride and anger. ...But she had no quarrel with Nerdanel. She never had.]

Aunt. [Her tone is respectful, if a little hesitant; it's hard to know how her relatives still on the other side of the sea felt about her.] I can tell you little Celegorm's death. Makalaurë would know more but... [Another pause] I hesitate to ask him, given the state he is in.

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[sculptor_of_aman]

Artanis. What can you tell me of my children?

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[dragmire]

By now you will have heard many speak of your son's misfortune. For that I am sorry.

Know that the woman responsible, Clarisse La Rue, will be made to pay for what she has done.

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[sculptor_of_aman]

In what way will this "payment" be collected?

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[knavishness]

[Another one? This place was very quickly becoming some sort of elf-world]

Right, so, guess that means your Mags' mum too.

For what it's worth, I'm sorry 'bout Celegorm or, uh, Tykomonono, whatever...

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[sculptor_of_aman]

I am the mother of seven, in fact.

And thank you. The name I gave him is Tyelkormo. Hasty-riser, it means.

[erythristic]

Your son.

[her voice is soft--she's listened to all of this, knows that she knows what happened and why and who, and still Grell finds it strange to consider that she would be the mother of the man she'd known.]

My condolences. But doubtless you have heard too much of his tragedy. Celegorm was my comrade from the day I arrived in the Court, and it was an honour to know him.

[sculptor_of_aman]

The accounts are... mixed as far as the motives and the manner, but the facts remain the same.

Might I have the pleasure of the name of my son's comrade?