[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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[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?

[digophelia]

[ Alice sucks in a breath, gazing away from the locket momentarily as she tries to hold back tears. His poor brother, crying over his body. And for her, she knows that pain all too well. It's horrible, absolutely horrible. ]

If you must know, Mr. Celegorm was amongst one of the higher ranks underneath the unseelie queen. We traveled to seelie territory to reclaim his father's jewel. Many pleaded for the return of it, a few of your kind. The girl Clarisse refused and Mr. Celegorm went after it by force. He agreed to offer up his shard so that the jewel be returned to his brother.

[ And now, as she gets to Maglor, there are tears down her cheeks. ]

Mister Maglor found him and took him back. He was devastated, he's been very devastated by these whole events. It is a shame that Mr. Fëanáro isn't amongst us currently, he gave them some stability. I have not heard from Mr. Maglor, not since the battle.

[sculptor_of_aman]

Such is the terrible effect of the Oath.

I will do what I can to provide stability for my children. Can you help me find them?

[digophelia]

Mister Maglor has said as much, but we do great things for our family.

[ Her sympathy for the both of them as strong because of that. Under the same circumstances, she would do the same. ]

The station is quite a way from where you are, unless you can arrive here by the fairy rings, finding Mr. Maglor will be that much easier. He is here.

[sculptor_of_aman]

Indeed, we do.

Distance matters little. Tell me where I must go to see my son again.

[digophelia]

Outside there will be a circle composed of mushrooms and that will be the fairy rings. if you step inside of it and ask it to take you to the station, it should take you there. Mister Maglor is usually around here, although I haven't seen him the past few days, which is understandable. That is the quickest route; when I travelled with your husband, it took nearly a month before the fairy rings.

[sculptor_of_aman]

Then I shall seek them out.

Might I have the privilege of your name, child?

[digophelia]

[ The usual dread comes over her when she has to introduce herself to an elf, especially a Noldor. ]

My name is Alice Liddell.

[sculptor_of_aman]

I am Nerdanel. It is good to meet you, Alice Liddell.

[digophelia]

You're very welcome, even if it could be under better circumstances.

[sculptor_of_aman]

Understood. But it is good to know my children were not alone.

[digophelia]

He was not, no. He has a wonderful brother.

[sculptor_of_aman]

He has six, in fact.

[digophelia]

Six?

[ That is a lot of children, even by Victorian standards. ]

[sculptor_of_aman]

Six, yes. Maitimo, Makalaurë, Tyelkormo, Carnistir, Atarinkë, Umbarto and Ambarussa. Those are the names I gave my seven sons.

[digophelia]

... So Makalaurë is Maglor and Tyelkormo was Celegorm?

[ Not only does it hurt to say that, it also comes out a little clumsy in terms of pronunciation. ]

[sculptor_of_aman]

So it would seem. The names that I gave to them, but... corrupted into a different tongue.