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[Tauriel's locket was off and propped up on something so that she could look and talk while she worked. Except she was not currently working, despite having a number of tools and materials arrayed out in front of her and a half finished arrow resting on the table before her. Her attention was off to one side where she was busily chiding something out of sight.]

--No! That is not a toy to play with! Come, give it to me.

[Off screen, there is a playful bark followed by a soft whine. I causes her to laugh softly as the whining continues. We will go soon, I promise. She then leans down then, retrieving a wooden dowel that may or may not have been very recently clamped in the teeth of a puppy and sets it off to one side with the rest of the unfinished materials. Successful, she turns her attention back to the arrow she is currently working on, still smiling and clearly amused.]

Hesitant as I am of the courts, especially that of the Unseelie, I currently cannot fault them for the gift they gave me in the form of my companion. Even if he was not quite what I was expecting.

[There is another bark, To which Tauriel chuckles again, once again setting the arrow aside so that she could pick up the locket in order to show off her companion: a puppy that was somewhere in between nine to ten weeks old which resembled in many ways a wolf cub.]

His name is Braig.

[Having shown him off, she changes the angle of the locket to once more show her face.]

The point of all this is that I have never before raised a hound and would appreciate it greatly if anyone could provide me with advice. As you can see he is spirited and already likes to get into trouble!

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[ It is the red hair that draws him. The flash of fire that is almost the right colour for his brothers, for his mother. It is the pup that holds him, the bittersweet memories of Celegorm and Huan rising up to engulf him ]

A strong name for a little one. [ He says eventually ] May he grow into it!

[As it is only voice that she hears, she cannot tell who it was that spoke, except the voice sounded wistful.]

I think he will, already he has a mind of his own. I only hope I can raise him well,

[ And voice it will stay until he can be assured she doesn't want to kill him on sight ]

I am sure you will do well. Raising hounds, I have found, is not so entirely different to raising children and younger siblings - a firm hand, and lots of love. [ the barest hint of amusement ]

I... forgive me for asking, but your hair...the colour is passing unusual...

Of that I have little experience in as well. I have no siblings and am unwed!

[Being only 600 years old made her little more than a baby among other elves who had lived far longer.]

It is a common enough color among my people. Though some might argue my hair is a shade brighter than most.

They are a trial and a joy.

Is it? I had not thought to see such a colour outside of my family, but perhaps it is more common amongst the Silvan?

Perhaps I will know the joy of children one day. Until then I shall make do with Braig.

[She looks thoughtful for a moment, even her hands that had not been idle in fletching slowed as she thought of her kin.]

Almost all who are silvan by birth bear reddish hair, yes. There are some among us whose origins are Sindar and so have pale hair instead.

Perhaps - I wish you joy in them, if your road leads that way.

[ Ah ]

Truly? Most of the Silvan I knew had darker hair, but then, I had only few dealings with them - my brothers might have known better, I think. I dealt mostly with the Sindar. [ because when you are one of only two of your brothers who the Sindar will still talk to... ]

I suppose it is mostly amongst the Noldor then, that such a colour is unusual.

[She doubts she will ever have children at this point since her journey as veered so far from the familiar of home. It is through those thoughts that darkness lies, so she pushes them away, once more turning her attentions to finishing the arrow.]

I cannot speak for all silvan-- just those of Mirkwood as that is my home. [And she has not ventured far beyond it's borders much.

To her credit she does not flinch when the Noldor are mentioned.]

I met one who has red hair like mine! Nerdanel is her name and she is quite pleasant to speak with.

Mirkwood? I fear I do not know that name - where is it located?

[ Well then. And the video flips on, to reveal Maglor - it is probably obvious that he is at the station, its steel and concrete visible in the background. He himself is outside, and he is far too pale still ]

Then you have met my mother. Maglor Feanorion I am. I would say well met, but I fear few meetings with my family are ever so.

It once had another name, known in days past as Greenwood, The Great. It is located South of the Grey Mountains and East of the Misty Mountains. My home-- the Woodland Realm is located in the northern reaches of the forest.

[That he is also at the station surprises her, but not so much, as the station is huge. Naturally his name does give her pause, but it is only fleeting.]

I will still offer you greetings, even knowing your name and the legacy of your family. I do not bear the same animosity to you as others might.

[It doesn't mean that she won't be cautious however.]

I do not think we ever ventured east of the Misty Mountains, although perhaps some of my more adventurous brothers may have done. All I know of those lands is that Men first came from beyond them. But what they left behind left such a shadow on them that they would not speak of it, not even to Finrod who they loved.

That you would give me courteous greeting and not the edge of a knife I count as blessing enough, and I thank you.

[ he sounds a little wistful, still ]

I fear you speak of a time long before my days. [She is after all a baby elf.] You are welcome and know this, I will bear no grudges here, except for against those things that would seek to harm me or those I hold dear.

[She notes the tone in his voice and tilts her head slightly.]

You sound troubled. What bothers you?

[ A small crook of a smile ]

There are many who would say you do us greater kindness than we deserve by offering us such, no matter that our time is long and long past.

[ he shakes his head ]

It is nothing, forgive me. Tis only that your hair... reminds me of happier days.

Well we are not in Arda, the old mistakes cannot be so easily repeated.

[Yes she is aware there had been a war between the unseelie and Seelie all in the name of of a Silmaril. She was just hoping that it would not come up again, ever. Especially after such high prices had been paid.]

As your mother is Nerdanel, I can understand why it is that my hair might bring both happiness and sorrow to you.

[ The smile is small and bitter ]

No? It seems our Doom follows us, even here, as does our madness. I no longer trust that there is any escape for us - not in this world, or own own.

[ a soft quiet sigh and his voice turns wistful again ]

Seven sons she bore my father, six brothers I had, but only three of us inherited her hair. I wonder, if we had had a sister, if she would have had hair like yours, or if it would have been as dark as mine. I suppose we will never know.

It seems a desire of your entire family to have a daughter... When your father was here and in the brief time that I knew him, he too seemed to think of me as a daughter. My hair reminded him of his family it seemed and rightfully so, having seen Nerdanel's fiery tresses.

[She smiles a little. Her interactions with Fëanor had been nerve wracking and yet oddly wistful. During the time that she had only known him by his Quenya name and not his sindarized version, she could have almost seen him as a father figure: Stern but gentle. And now with Nerdanel... it felt similar, only she was less intimidating.]

Your mother seems to think of me a bit as a daughter. I would not be insulted if you wished to think similar. In truth, my family was taken from me while I was young and though I was raised to view my best friend as a brother, he is still the son of my king and therefore a little removed from me in terms of genuine closeness.

[ A small amused quirk of his lips ]

Well now, you did not hear it from me, but twas rumoured that the reason there are seven of us was mother and father's long-held wish for a daughter.

[ a shrug ] It is, of course, only rumour.

[ quiet and shy and sad ] You are kind indeed to offer such to a kinslayer, and one whose whole line is Accursed. I am sorry to hear that things still remain dark - I would have hoped that with Morgoth's defeat, there might have been peace at last.

[She smiles at that, clearly amused.]

There are so few in Middle Earth born who have such large family. Usually it is one or two offspring. The lord and Lady of Imladris are blessed with three. Two were twins, which is an even rarer event!

[She herself was uncertain about ever having so many children. One certainly seemed more than enough for her. Of course she would need to find someone to marry... there was a faint blush then as her thoughts wandered far afield for a moment.

The mentioning of Morgoth quickly brought her back.]

His defeat did for a time bring peace, but his successor arose in might and power. He too was beaten but not defeated and an uneasy rest remains. Before I cam here, dark things were gathering to the ruins south of the realm but my king would not allow us to venture there to wipe it out.

[There was bitterness about that, and a bit of sorrow as well. Even now that decision did not sit well with her.]

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So the Lady Celebrian tells me. [ He smiles back ] Tis not that surprising, I suppose, as Elrond himself was a twin, but doubtless it was something of a shock at first!

I suppose to many it would seem strange, but 'twas fairly normal for us [ he shrugs wryly ] I can scarce imagine a small family, in truth.

[ He listens quietly ]

That is grievous indeed to hear - I am sorry your people were besieged so. Yet I have met King Thranduil, if briefly here - I cannot but think he forbids it for good reason. Mayhap he has word of what stirs in the ruins.

I sometimes wonder what it might have been like to have a genuine sibling. As I said earlier, Legolas is a bit like one to me, but even so he is a prince and was able to get away with things that I could not. Perhaps one day you might share with me stories of growing up with all your brothers?

[She finished fletching one arrow then, and was now moved onto another, working quickly, despite talking with him across the locket.]

As for my king... He was not quite the same here as he was back home. He was kinder here and perhaps a touch less temperamental. [A frown appeared as she listened to Maglor's thoughts.] As captain of his guard, you would think he would tell me of any greater threat if he truly knew it! [She sighs a little. That problem was back home where she could only hope that another was managing in her stead.] As far as I knew it, the only problem that lurked there was an infestation of spiders. Large, ugly creatures who came up into Mirkwood, covering it with their webs.

[ Another quirk of a smile ]

It is a little like living in a war camp, and a little like living in a stable... Some days you wish to strangle them, others, that they were never born. But most days they are simply... there, and you know you would not change them for anything. If you wish for it, I mind not the telling.

He ought to have [ Maglor shrugs ] but kings will be kings, and perhaps he waited still for more information - who knows? He is gone from here, alas, and cannot tell us his reasoning. But spiders now... [ he frowns ] The way you describe them. I wonder... they say Ungoliant vanished into the shadows from whence she came, but that ever and anon in the dark places of the world came creeping those which must surely have been her get. If twas Her in those ruins, tis no wonder your King refused you to go.

[She listens as he describes what it is like to have a large family, smiling softly at how diverse the reactions are.] Any time you wish to talk, I will listen.

[Tauriel sighs a little thinking of her King. For a long time she had trusted in him and in his judgement, even when she began to question if it was flawed, so a part of her still felt at odds talking ill of her king, even if her was no longer here.]

You might very well be right. It certainly would explain his reluctance. Even now it remains a fear of mine, that through his inaction that the evil will grow stronger and be far more powerful without someone there to act against it.

[And with her not there... She forced that thought away, setting down the arrow so that she might instead reach down to pick up Braig and give the pup some cuddles. He protested, wanting to play, which served as distraction enough for her as she played a little with him.]

[ He smiles a little, sad and wistful ] Then ask what you will and I will answer.

Evil will always grow stronger. [ he says quietly ] Even guarded behind the fence of our swords, Morgoth still grew great enough to assail us - and yet He himself remained unassailable. If tis indeed Ungoliant in those ruins, no might of arms will drive Her out. You can but guard against Her in readiness and hopes it will be enough. Of course, it might not be Her in there - I do not presume to know your Lord-King's mind, but I warrant he waits to learn what truly lurks there... and if it is something worth the lives he must waste to win, or not.

[ It is, after all, what Maglor would do (has done) ]

[She decides then to drop the matter of the spiders, even though it troubles her still in lieu of happier thoughts, at least for her. Such a large family as what Maglor described sounded like it had been a challenge on the best of days... and yet she desired to know more.]

Who among you is the oldest of your brothers then? And did you have a favorite among them?

In order from the beginning then [ Maglor chuckles lowly ] - Eldest was Maedhros, and then I. After me was Celegorm, and then Caranthir, Curufin, and last were the Ambarussa, twins so alike we said that they were one soul in two bodies. Of them, Maedhros and the twins were the two who inherited mother's copper locks, although Amras' darkened a little as he grew. I do not know that I could pick a favourite, truly - I loved them all, and still do. But in terms of closeness, I suppose for me it was always Maedhros - he was there from my earliest memories, you see... [ And I was his last ]

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