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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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I don't envy you explaining yourself if she shows up here. [True. Which means the fact that she hasn't sent out soldiers after him is...probably a good sign?]
You'd think the Valar would have learned something after having Morgoth lie to their faces for as long as he did. [Groaning. And then he pales-Maglor can probably see the moment the realization really sinks in.]
And they punished the king by drowning the kingdom? What- the whole country could hardly have had Sauron whispering in their ears, what were they thinking?
[Nope no subconscious projection here at all why do you ask?
And no it isn't.]
Well, so off from it's original, I suppose. Might be easier to sing tipsy, actually, I never thought to compare.
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I had hoped to simply avoid the topic, but...
[ But well... Galadriel And he will take what he can get! ]
Well...they rather did? [ Maglor winces and hurridely picks a few new keys to transpose into along with a few extra flourishes ]
According to reports they had started practicing human sacrifice. Of...well...anyone who disagreed with them but most especially anyone who was friendly with the elves or venerated the Valar.
[ is too ]
It rather is, if you want me to teach you the new words!
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At this stage that might be for the best. Denial will just put you in more trouble.
What? [Total bewilderment and utter horror flash across Fingon's face, and for a few moments, he can't think of what to say. The notes just trail off.] But...even then... five ships. There had to be more people who didn't deserve that than five ships worth....
[...Right?
Onto more important matters: your sense of humor stinks, Maglor.]
I would, actually.
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Knowing her, probably!
[ A sigh and Maglor stops playing to reach out and grip his hands in comfort ]
It really was that bad. [ He says sadly ] The stories say the smoke from the sacrificial fires could be seen for miles out to sea by the end, maybe even as far as Tol Eressea, and it never ceased. Most of the Faithful got out as early as they could. Those five... sorry, nine? I'm not sure how many, in truth. Those were the only ones left who hadn't fled the Island years ago or were locked in the dungeons awaiting the next available alter. I'm sure there were young ones who didn't know better though, and there was poor Tar-Miriel, who should have been queen. They say she tried to speak against her husband, but he ... I don't know what he did to her, but the fact that everyone knows she was one of the Faithful but never left his side...
[ He shudders. Eol aside, the Eldar do not go in for spousal abuse. But he has lived and worked with Men. He knows how things can get, at times ]
She drowned, the stories say, trying to climb to the top of Meneltarma, the highest peak, to beg for mercy. But since no one was there to see and so cannot truly say... I... sometimes wonder if she was glad to die. Elros would have been broken-hearted.
[ He squeezes his hand ]
I would be glad to teach you.