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[A scream begins this video, but all that follows is the sound of covers being shifted and someone walking, unsteadily, closer to the locket. Vanyel's face comes into view, his features washed out against his black hair.]

I must have... [His voice is hoarse, nearly cracking.] I am Gifted with Foresight. It has been...unreliable...since my arrival. Yet...

I fear what I see when I close my eyes. I fear what the fairies and imps say to us.

What becomes of this world may not matter, but what of our worlds?

[A shiver skates down his back and he clenches his teeth.]

Their magic could be interfering with my own. I pray that is the case. Otherwise...

[He glances over his shoulder before closing his eyes, pained.]

We deserve to see the future.

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[ooc: His future is sad.]

I am not the son my father envisioned. [Beautiful, musically talented, more prone to quiet study than wielding a sword... Somehow Withen had even predicted that he would be fey.] My younger brother is far more masculine.

[Chasing skirts and whatnot.]

The only reason I am treated somewhat better at home is because I am a Herald. [But there is still a great gulf between them.] Is there any way I can aid you?

Neither was I. [ Maglor shrugs - the best bard of the Noldor he may be, but how he struggled until Feanor was able to accept that his second son would not follow his steps in the forge ] You and I might have had much in common in our youth, I think - although for me it was bright Maedhros in whose shadow I always walked. [ not... that he truly minded, for Maglor adored Maedhros, even from his earliest memories ]

But tis a shame your father could not see your true worth - I grieve that even finding yourself exalted so was not enough to win his acclaim.

I? Nay - worry more to yourself, Vanyel. I will be well - as well as any can be in a place such as this, at least.

[ooc: "Their amusement" is putting it nicely.]

We would have either been fast friends or the worst of enemies. [All he wanted was to be a Bard - fully-trained - when he was a teenager. Once he arrived in Haven and the Collegium, he performed for the Bards, hoping to gain entrance to their school.

He was rejected. That was the day he thought his heart had broken.

How naive he had been.] Tylendel was like that for me. No matter how rude I was to him - or how much I tried to push him away - he supported me.

[It's no wonder he fell in love with him.]

Withen is...short-sighted. I believe he is learning - slowly - but there are some things he will never be able to accept. I understand that and I no longer blame him.

[He knows it's a waste of time and effort.]

I do possess the Healing Gift. I could - if you consented - try...

[ a soft amused sound ] Perhaps both, I think. Elemirrie was both my dearest friend and most vicious rival in the Academy. We ever pushed each other to great heights. I am glad you were able to find support from others where your father faltered. I was fortunate I think. Feanor was...a difficult person to live with but I never doubted that he loved me, despite how unlike my brother I was.

[ a startled pause and Maglor's eyes smile, warm and grateful ]

Thank you, Vanyel. Great indeed is your heart! But for this hurt, I think, there can be no true healing. Not here in these lands. E'en if there were, Vanyel, I am in thy opposing court, and I do not think your queen would think kindly on you aiding her enemy.

My Aunt saw to my tutoring and, thanks to her, I met my first love. He and I had to hide our relationship because same sex partners weren't openly accepted. We pretended to be enemies by staging fights.

[Fun fights. He smiles sadly at the memories.]

I recall one particular fight in the rain and mud...

[His chuckle doesn't last long but it speaks volumes. The fact that he can laugh and remember Tylendel without falling apart is an amazing step.]

The queen is no concern of mine. We could meet somewhere in between. The meeting wouldn't be long.

[ Maglor smiles wryly and then pulls himself up and his whole demeanor changes, the words snapping out with crisp perfection, an utterly faithful mimicry of his father ]

`No prince of the Noldor is to disgrace his family by brawling in public, do I make myself clear? You are Feanorionnath, and I will not have you disgrace me in front of my father and half - brothers.` [ relaxing back to himself Maglor shrugs ]

I had to find more politic ways of expressing displeasure in public! Elemirrie and I would savage each other's compositions, but fist-fights were reserved for at home and family. [ Not that it ever truly stopped Celegorm or Caranthir from throwing punches points out Curufin ]

I...if you truly wish to try, Vanyel, II will not gainsay you - but I warn you that I do not think this hurt is anything that might be healed. Can you come to the station? I can be there easily enough, if you truly wish to try.

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nooooooo why you link that ;A;

He dies a hero? ;-; ...after being attacked by multiple men and used as...well.

/cries. mags is going to kidnap him little bardling

Van with his slowly turning white hair...

nooooooooooo ;A;