[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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[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.

[knavishness]

Well, he sure is hasty.

[Was. It was too odd to speak of Celegorm in the past tense.]

I could see if Maglor's up ta talking. He's a bit...

[Heartless? No, he's seen how the others react to that news]

Out of it.

[sculptor_of_aman]

I have been too long without my children. I would see him, if possible.

What more can you tell me of his condition. I would know all of it. And I will know if you hold back.

[knavishness]

[Great. Another scary elf-lady. How did they get like this and why did it seem he was the one they were always upset at?]

He lost his brother, see, and, well, I suppose you know how Mags can be. Everyone is asking at him and he's just so... I just wish folk would let him be for a bit. Maybe then he'd stop thinkin' he had ta take care of everyone around him.

[sculptor_of_aman]

You need not fear me. I have no desire to cause any strife here.

As I am his mother, I wish to be the one to care for him again.

[knavishness]

Sorry, just don't got much luck with elves and them not buggin' us.

[Not that he did anything to endear Bri to him when they first spoke]

We ain't too far from the Station. Lemme just...

[Will lets the locket fall for a moment while he pokes at a very tired and pale Maglor] Mags, think your mum's here now. Come on, Mags, up you get.

[sculptor_of_aman]

I am not the others of my kind. But I thank you for your help.