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[ The video shows a young woman, her face framed by slightly wavy hair the color of rich soil. Unseen is the weight of many centuries that lie upon her strong shoulders, and would make her ancient rather than young in the eyes of some.

Her large, hazel eyes are sharp as those of a bird of prey as she fixes them upon her locket. ]

I am Lady Sif of Asgard, my allegiance is to my king and my home, and much as the rulers of this court seem to wish it, that will not change simply because they imagine themselves to have some manner of claim on me.

Do not think me craven, I have no fear of battle, but I will not seek it out merely because a stranger tells me that it is my duty.

So I put the question to you now, my fellow recruits: Why do you fight?

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[ a pause then ]

They called her their White Lady, and I wonder if any truly knew her. In our youth long ago white would have been the worst color for her, for she was always in our shadow - following us to the hunt and learning bladework despite her father's misgivings. She was bold and brave, ever seeking her next adventure. Her arrows were as sure to the mark as any of the best hunters of our people, and she could ride like the wind. She had a fire to match my brother Celegorm's, but mostly the wisdom to temper it. Her one failing was her stubborn wilfulness...Although that could be said to be true for most of my kin.

[ Well, that was certainly a far more detailed answer than she had expected, but she cannot deny that it is rather similar to how some people might describe her. ]

What happened to her?

[ the pause this time is longer, and the answer is weighted in sorrow ]

She was wild and free, and her brother in seeking to keep her safe, set her in a cage unknowing. She rode out, as she had always done in our youth, but the lands of our adulthood were not the safe ones of our childhood - her escort was taken, and she fled, until she wandered into the forest of Nan Elmoth, and there became snared. There was an elf there named Eol, and he took her to wife, some say, unwilling. She bore him a son, so perhaps there was love there, of a sort, but she left, in the end - returned to Gondolin, and her brother. Eol followed but... Gondolin's law was that none who entered might leave, lest their secret be betrayed... Eol... refused. He attacked his son with a poisoned blade... and she took the blow.

Did she perish?

[ There is genuine sympathy in her voice, much as her question is put rather bluntly. ]

Yes - she did not last the morning. Her husband was thrown from the highest parapets of the city onto the rocks below, and her son her brother raised as his own.

I am sorry for your loss.

[ Spoken quietly, but with genuine sympathy. ]

You are kind to one who is only a faceless voice, milady, and I thank you.

You have given me no reason to be otherwise.

[ Sif is not a gentle woman, but she is not without kindness. ]

I suppose that is true. Your pardon, I did not mean to turn this conversation to such gloomy ends. What of your own world, lady?

What of it?

[ She does not sound suspicious or annoyed, she is merely not as prone to waxing poetic as Maglor is, and is not sure what he is asking after. ]

[ he takes the question in the spirit it is asked - simple curiousity - and answers accordingly ]

What is it like, where you are from? Are there many as brave and bright as you?

What do you know of my wit and courage, Stranger? But yes, there are many brave souls in Asgard. It is a beautiful place, truly, and no words I could speak would do it justice.

I know that you are brave for you speak of battle. Not boastful nor careless, for you speak as a warrior does - with the practicality that accepts it for what it is, but not the boasting of a braggat. You are kind, and thoughtful, for you offered sympathy to a stranger. I did say you reminded me of my cousin! If all your land has warriors so, it must be a fine one indeed!

To my mind there is no greater realm, but then again it is my home. The realm eternal, shining among the stars in all its golden splendour.

We all of us I think find our homes to be ever shining and glorious. [ Maglor murmurs softly ]

Are you truly set amongst the stars then? Your city must be high indeed.

All realms are set among the stars, really, so it was perhaps a poor choice of words, though I think you would understand it if you were ever to behold my home

I suppose that is true enough! And perhaps I will have the chance one day, but I no longer trust that any road we take here will allow for it. Even so, I hope that you will not be sundered from her overlong.

I thank you, and offer in return the hope that you find something to stand for again, so that you may stop running.

There is no hope for the Accursed, but I thank you all the same. May you come to good fortune!

Edited 2014-08-31 06:41 (UTC)

And you as well, whether you believe it possible or not.

My thanks, Lady. If ever you wish to speak to me, Maglor I am.

I shall remember you, Maglor.

And I you. Fare you well, Lady Sif.

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