Video/Action if you're by the lake

[bythewaves]

[ He's drawn to water, he always has been, and it's no different here. This world is strange, and although it is joyful to see again the dead, it is very strange, too, and he retreats, away from the bustle of his family, down to the water's edge with his harp, to try and get his balance back.

(He has to be well. Maedhros and Curufin will worry, if he's not. Elrond too. He can't let them see)

Anyone who walks past will hear it, although they might not realise that it is a harp, at first, but the song ripples, moonlight on the water, the stars clear above, the emotion carried through on clear notes that seem to blend into the sounds of the world around them despite there being no stars or moon, here. And then the voice, deep as the rolling sea, full of heartrending sorrow, but climbing to defiant hope.

Sometime during the performance the phone flips on, bumped, maybe, to reveal Maglor crouched over his harp, singing.

Pay attention, and the song will tell you a story, even if you don't know the language he sings in - war and blood and tears and light-against-the-dark. ]

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[handofsilver]

(The blood has him moving and the video darkens to pitch black as he ends the feed. Then he is closing the distance between them - having known where Maglor sat - and gently he comes to kneel beside him, a hand hovering over those precious fingers.)

Stop, Uncle. Your hands will thank you.

(Action)

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor surfaces from the song at the hands on his, blinking up at Celebrimbor confusedly, hands falling still ]

Tyelpe? What are you doing here?

(Action)

[handofsilver]

(He takes out a bandage from his pack and quickly, skillfully wraps up Maglor's hands.)

Seeing to a Master Bard's ailing hands.

(Action)

[bythewaves]

[ He doesn't protest the care, looking down shyly ]

Oh. I didn't mean to make you worry.