Axe 01 - Audio - Open to Both Courts - Forward-dated to October 2nd

[gloinul]

[Not a video, just audio. It’s clear, however, that the person on the other end is inspecting the locket]

--hmph, thought as much. "Say a phrase and the magic will work", hm? Ridiculous. Who ever heard of speaking over distances with a locket.. Not even Legolas with all his fanciful Elven stories would have come up with something so foolish.

[More tapping and poking can be heard]

There’s nothing special about this at all. No gems, not even made of precious metals...and those creatures expect me to believe their stories? [A snort] I’d sooner believe there’s a man in Rohan afraid of horses! [He pauses, and then scoffs] Bah, listen to me, talking to myself. Legolas must be rubbing off on me more than I thought!

[Click goes the locket.]

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[jaywalks]

[ lmao bruh please. mako recognizes the name legolas, and this gruff fellow seems a little more along his line of logic (for real, gems or precious metal? you're speaking his language there, buddy) so it's not hard to drop in a line after all. ]

Sure, it looks cheap but I bet people'd still pay an arm or a leg for an extra one.

[ mako no ]

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[gloinul]

[Excuse him, he didn't expect to hear the locket talk back to him, so he actually drops the locket in surprise as is indicated by the clattering of metal-on-stone.

Apparently the faeries were telling the truth. Huh. That's...worrisome, really, because that means they might have been telling the truth about other things.]

Hmph. And why is that?

[Audio] because a certain dwarf has the darn thing closed

[tough_love]

You can believe the stories...well, this one at least. Whether or not you should believe them is something I'm not yet sure of.

[Yep. That surprisingly loud yet completely bored voice is definitely coming from that locket, Gimli.]

[Audio] whaaaaaaaat he thought it was a trick!

[gloinul]

[Another voice! Durin's beard, what has he gotten into?]

Seems if I'm to believe the stories, I ought to believe the storytellers.

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[inafadingcrown]

[Now that is a voice that she is not likely to forget anytime soon.] Strange as it may be, there is truth in this tale. I would advise you to keep the locket close; mine has proven indispensable.

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[gloinul]

[....oh hells no.]

Lady Galadriel! You--but how?

[Focus on that for now, respond to her advice later.]

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[bythewaves]

[ Have an elf who is not an elf you know, although there may be something of Elrond in his mannerisms (something of him in Elrond's) ]

What, are the tales of the Palantiri of Feanor forgotten amongst your folk now, Master Dwarf? Although I grant that even they were not so simple to use as these, nor as small.

You are a friend of the Woodland Prince then? He is here, you will find - and will doubtless be glad to greet you. In lieu of him, be well come to the Drabwurld, poor welcome though it be.

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[gloinul]

[Squint. Hm.]

The palantiri are cursed stones, no longer used by any of the Free Peoples--and my folk never had any tales of them to begin with!

[Hmph]

You know Legolas? I do not remember you from our travels.

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[chromosomes]

Legolas does that.

[ There's a laugh in his voice, and clear fondness. ]

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[gloinul]

You know Legolas?

[Hello strange voice. How do you know his bro?

Thankfully Maglor's already told him he's here, otherwise there'd be a bit more yelling.]

voice. private.

[orcsurfing]

[ It's slow, quiet tears that begin to fall here and now, before he even decides to ask to respond to Gimli. For months now he had not taken rest proper, for months the world around him was spinning out of control, ever changing swiftly and suddenly. So much has happened, even still back home, back at Arda- so many years he had watched Gimli grow into a great Dwarf of his time, but with those years his hair and beard both lost their vivid colours to silver first then white, in those years too little by little his hands lost their previous strength too. He had not died in battle like many of his kin, but in a fine bed, on the finest of sheets in a land only but a handful of mortals were ever allowed to see.

Gimli has fallen to an enemy not even the elves could fight for the mortals. Age.

Legolas still remembers (and he always will) the months, years, of grief that followed. He still recalls every little detail carved into his tomb made of smooth stone. Such tears, silent and slow fell then too, interspersed with song of bone-deep grief. But those are all memories he should not be sinking into now, though the circumstance is terrible, this is a dear friend who has been returned to him and so it should be time to rejoice and to be merry. His chest aches with all sorts of conflicting emotions, but there is one that wins out and it's relief. With Gimli at his side, after all, all that he had set out to do is bound to be much easier to achieve. Such is the depth of his trust and belief in one of the greatest friends he has ever made.

Finally, he chooses to respond in the same manner Gimli has made his message, glad for it to be nothing but voice so that it gives him a convenient excuse for his own use of it. When he speaks, he sounds plenty cheerful, plenty teasing just as Gimli must remember him by. ]

Is this to say, I have managed to abate your stubbornness just a little as well?

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[gloinul]

Legolas!

[You can hear Gimli's smile when he hears his Elf's voice. He doesn't even think to ask the locket to let him see the Elf, he saw him only a few days ago and he sincerely doubts he's changed all that much]

So you are here. I was doubting what others had said, but I see they were telling the truth. Where are you?

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[brainiest]

[ She brightens, hearing the name. That's all she focuses on, really, all things considered. ]

-- You're a friend of Legolas'?

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[gloinul]

Aye, I am. And you?

[digophelia]

Legolas?

[ And then she can't help but wonder. ]

Are all the elves like that?

[gloinul]

Like what?

[Good grief, Legolas, just how many people do you know here?!]

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[menelluin]

Ah, but it is quite special, my friend. The lockets allow communication and what is better than that?

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[gloinul]

They certainly do not look very special. I have seen fancier lockets from apprentice jewelsmiths!

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[enjoymyatelier]

They may not look like much, I agree with you on that... however, they are extremely intriguing. I'm half tempted to ask for another one to take apart and see how it works, really.

[nerd alert]

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[gloinul]

[Pfft]

It's not large enough to hold any sort of mechanism. I doubt you'd discover anything of use.

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[somethingprecious]

[Someone from his world? Surely if they know Legolas and of Rohan...]

As strange as it may be it does come in handy more often than naught.

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[gloinul]

Oh, I've no doubt of that now. I still do not understand how they are meant to work, however.

video because may as well encourage have them recognize each other sooner rather than later

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili doesn't recognize the voice right away, though there is something familiar about it. Clearly it's a dwarf, one that knows Legolas, and naturally his interest is peaked.]

Elves do tell the most wild tales, do they not?

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[gloinul]

[Gimli just stares for a second. It's Kíli.

In the flesh.

Still seventy-seven. (And that is one hell of a thought, to be nearly twice his older cousin's age.)]

Aye, cousin, that they do.

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[firith]

[ ... Well, then. If there's one thing Gimli is good at and has a lot of experience in, it's hanging out with Thranduil's son. ]

Are you going to once more travel with Legolas? I would know of it, if your plans veer in that vein, as his father.

[ It would make him feel a lot better, truthfully. ]

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[gloinul]

[Gimli gets instantly defensive. The last time he remembers talking to Thranduil, it wasn't exactly pleasant. Civil perhaps, but not enjoyable]

Of course I am going to travel with him! Why would I not?

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[gwynbleidd]

[Oh no, he can recognize the familiar gruff and accented voice anywhere. Dwarves. It's starting to almost feel like home. Sort of.] I can dispute the foolish elven stories. I've heard my fair share of foolish stories from plenty of dwarves. [He still loves them all the same.]

But when a dwarf is unsure about a magical locket, then I know to be worried.

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[gloinul]

Bah, if a Dwarf is telling you foolish stories he is drunk! We're much too practical for Elvish nonsense otherwise.

[Says the Dwarf who is basically life partners with an Elf.]

Any Dwarf worth his salt would be wary of anything that claimed to be magical. Nothing good has ever come from enchanted trinkets.

two lost Durins find each other

[goldsickness]

[ This time at least, when he wakes, there are no injuries to recover from. So with no need for Thorin to sit on his bed all day, he all too promptly goes about the castle as he always does when for a reason or another he finds himself back here. Today, particularly, he knows it to be the day of the feasts, and though he has no intention whatsoever of staying around and socializing, finding himself some food would do no harm.

Besides, one never knows - some of the new faces might just be familiar to him.

Of course the whole thing is easier said than done, and perhaps predictably to just about anyone else, while Thorin was intending to go to the feast hall, he turns up elsewhere entirely, one corridor that looks just about the same as all the others, and no fairy in sight to give him directions.

Not that he would admit to needing them, of course. Even now he looks like he knows exactly where he's headed - even though he really doesn't. ]

yup

[gloinul]

[Gimli, meanwhile, is trying to find the way back from the feast hall. There was food, there was drink, he wasn't really interested in partaking of either, etc.

It's only natural that he end up lost, of course, as he's a new arrival. Still, when he sees someone walking towards him (too far away to see if he knows them, but anyone will do), he calls out]

You wouldn't know how to get to wherever it is they expect us to sleep, would you?

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[walkingarsenal]

[He has a guess as to the identity of the owner of this voice, and if his guess is right, then it seems best to get surprises out of the way sooner rather than later.]

The magic works. That's one story we can believe.

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[gloinul]

[He's already spoke to Kíli. He knows, and he manages to smile a bit at seeing Fíli]

Aye, so I've discovered. I think your brother is looking for you, cousin.

[wroughtsteel]

[ Only a few hours ago did she arrive at the Court, brought by magic most powerful of young Hermione's doing, to find that Legolas indeed had fallen to his enchanted sleep and rested now on one of the beds meant for the injured and ill. Yet not much could she do. She stood by his side and made sure he was as comfortable as he could be, but that done, she decided to go for a walk around the place, her own arm still bandaged and resting on a sling that hung from her neck.

This is how she comes to find him, at first only seeing him from behind but his stature, along with his hair, giving him away, and before she can think that perhaps it is not him, she is already calling out, a relieved smile on her face. ] Gimli!

[gloinul]

[He spins around as soon as he's called for and--oh, it's Lady Éowyn! He smiles and heads towards her.

Her arm is broken. Did she come straight from Pelennor?]

Lady Éowyn! I did not know you were here as well.