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hadriel2017-08-16 05:20 pm
bythewaves) wrote in hadriel2017-08-16 05:20 pm
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Video/Action if you're by the lake
[ 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. ]
(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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The North Pole? Why would I be from there? I did not even know the North had a pole, although I suppose it is not as if anyone other than the Lossoth live in the north, and even they do not know the whole of those lands.
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[A pause.]
Those were jokes. There were stories about elves where I'm from. Who or what's a lossoth?
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The elves in your stories sound like they must be very different to us! The Lossoth are the Snow People - Lossoth is their word for themselves. They are a tribe of Men who live up in the ice of the northern wastes of Forochel. A hardy people, but they have little contact with outsiders.
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Well, I have made a toy or two at need for the young ones in my care, but I am no toymaker!
[ He smiles and sketches a bow to her ]
And now you have. I hope I do not disappoint!
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No disappointment at all.
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From what I remember of the shoemaker story, there was a married shoemaker with a kind heart. He would give away shoes to people who couldn't afford them. He and his wife were very poor because of that and he ran out of money. He only had enough leather to make one pair of shoes. He went to bed and decided to make the last pair in the morning. When he woke up the next day, the shoes had already been made. The shoes were so amazing that someone bought them and paid extra. The shoemaker bought more leather and the next day, he found more shoes made. He sold those shoes and made even more money. It kept happening and one night he stayed up with his wife to see who was making the shoes. It was elves. The elves were working so hard on the shoes, but they only had rags to wear. And so the shoemaker's wife made them clothes. There was probably more to the story, that's all I can think of.
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