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hadriel2017-07-12 12:54 pm
so_dark_a_road) wrote in hadriel2017-07-12 12:54 pm
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Drive truck, pull hose, withstand extreme heat, meet the devil face to face and not be frightened
I have a project in mind. We have a city guard and a city clinic, and I was thinking we need some city firefighters, too. Then we'll have a trio of emergency services.
[ He's had it in mind since the ceiling of Guard HQ fell in on him while the building was burning at the end of the Doubles event. But also, there was talk of other incendiary incidents -- such as the one Sato was involved in? And Curufin himself had, erm, something to do with a few of the Colosseum walls being demolished by explosives while he was under the influence of Rage. And then there was the tragic demise of Delight's Bar. ]
In Hadriel, we are not strangers to the dangers of fire. Moreover, we could potentially see worse events than those that have occurred so far. And yet, here we are with no better ideas for dealing with fire than the traditional bucket brigade, and we have no real organization even for that!
So, I propose that we organize, recruit, build our own equipment, and train ourselves. I would welcome volunteers, ideas, and expertise. We will need people who will be firefighters, and we will also need people who will work in a support capacity (fire engine drivers, mechanics, electricians, and anything else we can think of).
If you would like totake insane risks, and don't mind ending up as toast, or at least dealing with a fair number of ouchies on a regular basis fight fires, or if you would prefer to work in a support role, then you are welcome to join the Hadriel Fire Brigade!
Respond here if you have questions, comments, or want to volunteer. (Or hit me up at my voicemail.)
[ He's had it in mind since the ceiling of Guard HQ fell in on him while the building was burning at the end of the Doubles event. But also, there was talk of other incendiary incidents -- such as the one Sato was involved in? And Curufin himself had, erm, something to do with a few of the Colosseum walls being demolished by explosives while he was under the influence of Rage. And then there was the tragic demise of Delight's Bar. ]
In Hadriel, we are not strangers to the dangers of fire. Moreover, we could potentially see worse events than those that have occurred so far. And yet, here we are with no better ideas for dealing with fire than the traditional bucket brigade, and we have no real organization even for that!
So, I propose that we organize, recruit, build our own equipment, and train ourselves. I would welcome volunteers, ideas, and expertise. We will need people who will be firefighters, and we will also need people who will work in a support capacity (fire engine drivers, mechanics, electricians, and anything else we can think of).
If you would like to
Respond here if you have questions, comments, or want to volunteer. (Or hit me up at my voicemail.)
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Yes, isn't it strange?
How are you doing, Maglor? And where are you now? Shall I come to you?
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At home. [ Amusement colours his voice, and something a little lost, a little confused ] Where you and Maedhros put me to bed and insisted I stay there.
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[ He hears that tone in Maglor's voice and it goes straight to his heart. ] We did that for a reason, brother! You're better at taking care of others than at taking care of yourself. [ And he's not the only one in this family who has that character trait, Curvo! ]
[ He puts down his project and hustles across the city to Delight's housing and taps on the door of the bedroom Mags is occupying. ] It's me!
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Mostly well.
[ He smiles at Curufin when he arrives, reaching to fall into his arms, still so uncertain that this is real ]
Oh my brother!
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Dear Macalaurë!
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I'm so glad to see you smile again. Tell me of this place and how you fare?
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I smile a lot, nowadays. [ And he can't help smiling again. ]
I've been here for seven months. It's an extremely odd place, as you've probably noticed. A city in a cave about six miles wide (as I pace it). Looks like it was designed by somebody who was hallucinating at the time! Run by eight gods who are named for some of the basic emotional states: Hope, Fear, Love, Rage, Sorrow, Confusion, Tranquility, Delight. They meet some of our basic needs -- such as an atmosphere we can breathe and a terrain that has a few growing things, and most of the buildings, and the running water in our houses and apartments. There are goods such as clothing and food that can be scavenged from some of the disused shops. In return for this, they feed off our emotions. Each god feeds off the one he or she is named for. They create events that tend to produce the emotions, and we have not much choice about this. Sometimes the events are pleasant, but mostly they're frightening, sad, or horrible.
You wouldn't think a person could be happy here, but for the most part, I am. The first people to greet me here were Celebrimbor and Maedhros, and I cannot even express to you how good that was. And we Hadriel residents, we all find things to do, we try to help each other. Which is not to say there is no dissention here -- there is, and it can be fairly nasty at times -- but there is a strong current of cooperation. Celebrimbor and I have a forge, and we make whatever people ask for. And. . . [ Another big grin. ] . . . I have a dear friend, Yukari, for whom I care very much. [ The grin says they're lovers, though the words do not. ]
And now I have you, too. [ The smile fades a little. ] I would wish you in a safer place, brother. But since I can't send you to one, I'll do my best to keep you safe in this place.
But tell me. . . what is the last thing you remember from before you awakened in Hadriel?
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I am glad you are happy. [ He says softly. That is all that matters, really. His brother is well, he's happy ]
I watched the White Ship sail. [ He murmurs ] You have all been gone for so long. But I watched. I waited. Sauron is overthrown and Galadriel sails, and I remain.
[ THreads of white, in hair that should be as black as Curufin's own, age carried on the soul ]
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And Fingon is here, too! [ As of course Maglor knows since they're all living in the same house. ] Strangely, we get along. I wouldn't have missed that for the world. It feels like yet another second chance.
[ His eyes shining. ] I hope. . . I hope that you will be all right here, too.
You saw Galadriel's ship leave the Grey Havens? I guess she must have sailed at last. I am glad to have it verified that Sauron was finally overthrown, like his Master.
[ He sees the threads of silver in his brother's hair, and strokes them softly. ] You outlived us by whole Ages, I take it. I am sorry you were alone.
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[ Than Beleriand, than madness and cruelty and the Oath eating away at them all ]
I don't know, Curvo. But I will try, since you are all here. As for our little Artanis, she has grown wise and great, and won her battle, and I am pleased that she returns home. Poor Uncle Arafinwe! At least one of his children will return to him by the Sea instead of the Halls, and she will do so victorious, as none of us could do.
[ He leans a little into the stroking hand ] Two Ages of the world. [ He murmurs softly ] It is...what it is.
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No one ever knows, until we try. [ Hadriel being what it is. ] But you have family to support you here, and you can have friends, too. We never did that, really, back in Beleriand, we Fëanorians -- outside of the family, we had allies, but not friends. Here, we have the choice of connecting with those we're not related to. It's not always easy, but it's worth the effort.
[ He smiles. ] I remember Artanis when she was little. Smart, swift in a race, sharp in a game of chess, a little shy but very sweet. She grew up to be a fine young woman, and I wish we had cared to keep her as a friend. But things got ugly even before we left Aman. . . I think I stopped talking to her around the same time as I stopped talking to Finrod. [ Thoughtful, and a little sad. ] But I am glad that she came into her own, finally. And that she prevailed against our common enemy. She deserved such a victory. And though I never had much affinity for Uncle Arafinwë, I wish him well, and hope that he is proud of his beautiful, gallant Queen of a daughter.
[ He remembers that Maglor always did like to have his hair stroked. He was very catlike in that!! ] Two Ages. How did you pass the time?
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I do not know if I remember how. [ he murmurs softly ] But I can try, I suppose.
And I am sure he is - she has endured and she has won. As for me... I... [ tried very hard to Fade but it turns out I am too good at not dying ] .... wandered, mostly. Watched.
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You'll remember, and I believe you can. I have much faith in you, brother.
[ Not being good at dying is probably a good thing, in the long run. Especially since it is a skill the rest of the family doesn't seem to have. Maglor could teach the rest of them! ] Poor Maglor, I wish I could have been with you! Where did you go? And if you watched, what did you see? Were you proud of what the Elvish race accomplished after the end of the First Age?
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[ She committed no Kinslayings, but yet she must have fallen under the Ban, because she was a leader in the host of Finarfin, departing against the will of the Valar. ]
There was forgiveness for her, but not for you, who nurtured the sons of Elwing and Earendil until they were grown? I know the story, but still, you had your part in their greatness.
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She beat Sauron, my brother. I think she rather deserves to go home. What have I ever done but marr instead of mend? Yes, I succored Elwing's children, but it was my fault she was not there in the first place!
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But you have done much besides mar things. I know, I'm your brother, I'm prejudiced in your favor. But still. . . if it were not for us, Beleriand would have been overthrown long before the Nirnaeth Arnoediad. We stood in Morgoth's path and checked his progress for hundreds of years. If it were not for us, there would have been no Elves left to save, when the Valar finally sent their troops to rescue them.
[ He laughs a little, a bitter unhappy laugh. ] A mortal friend of mine bred and raised sheepdogs and guard dogs. He used to say that the ideal proportion was one-quarter wolf. Any less than that, and the dog did not have the right instincts. Any more, and the dog guarded the sheep but also ate them. I guess that was our problem, we were just a little too much wolf.
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[ Maglor looks at him searchingly and nods ]
You've grown. [ He approves ]
And what little good we did changes not the fact that we killed those we should have been protecting. [ A bitter smile ] If anything, we only got worse, after you died.
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[ Curufin looks back. He can see the approval in Maglor's eyes, and he smiles at him. ] I hope so.
[ Sigh. ] And so we did. We had our priorities all mixed up. [ A searching look of his own. ] When I died, one of my last thoughts was the hope that I could take some of the madness with me. But apparently, the Oath was having none of that.
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We did not realise a lot of things, then. I suppose we couldn't.
[ He smiles sadly ] I wished, so many times after that, that we had all died there, that day. It would have been kinder. I still sometimes wonder, if Ambarussa was brave enough that time in Sirion, to simply drop his guard.
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No, I suppose not. And that was partly because we were so. . . insular. And partly it was the Oath itself, which made us even more partisan than we already were.
[ He reaches up to that hand in his hair and strokes it with his fingers, with affection and gentleness. ] It just about ripped my heart out to leave you. But I did not wish the rest of you death. I wished you life. And freedom from the Oath, and healing, and a way to make amends for the wrongs we Fëanorians committed against our own people. [ With sadness. ] All things that none of you could have had.
Ah. . . I remember. It is said in some Ardas that our brother Amrod died in the fire when we burned the ships at Losgar. I remember it differently; he was still with us at Menegroth. But after my own death, long after, when I was still wandering as a disembodied spirit, I heard that he and Amras had both died at the Mouths of Sirion. Different Ardas, I guess! But no matter the difference, you and I are still brothers, and we loved our younger brothers as we love each other, whatever the exact history. Do you think that maybe Amras chose death in battle rather than continue to live on without his twin?
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I know you wanted us to live, but it was no life, Curvo. Only existing.
A different Arda? It... it would have been kinder if they had survived...I am glad at least somewhere they had each other. But... you...you did not... Atarinke Curufinwe what were you thinking! Sauron is a Necromancer! How could you endanger yourself that way!
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[ Soft, rueful but amused laugher. ] What a conference that would have been! Do you suppose we would have agreed on a destination, or would we have argued as usual, with snarling and laughter, the waving of hands and the stomping of a foot, the rhetoric flying fast and furious, and you exasperated and attempting to mediate as always? Trying to herd Fëanorians is worse than herding cats.
Yes, I like my Arda's version of events, with respect to the twins. At least they had each other, up until the very last.
But. . . yes, brother, I did. I refused the summons of Mandos. I know Sauron has the reputation of being able to command the spirits of the dead, but his abilities are vastly overrated. He can only command the ones that come seeking his favor, weak and deluded and hoping to achieve power through him, and literally willing to sell their souls for it. And that is most definitely not me. [ ARROGANT, WHAT? XD ]
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[ Maglor snarls, very real terror in his eyes ]
Bad enough I couldn't bring you home alive! What if you had strayed too close? He's a Maia, you ... you reckless arrogant fool! Did you even stop to consider how many ways that could have gone wrong? What if he caught you? What if he decided you'd make a nice weapon against the rest of us? What was I supposed to tell amil?!?
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[ But all the same, Curufin is affected by the fear in his brother's eyes. How not? ] Oh Maglor, I do not want to make you unhappy. That was never my aim.
[ He still has one of Maglor's hands in his own, and now he folds it between his palms, with tenderness. ]
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[ He says brokenly, gripping tight ]
Lost you in all the ways that really matter. Dead is dead, but you'd have been safe!
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