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Video. I apologise for the crazy

"A friend told me to be wary of my life." Maglor's voice is almost merry. But there's a ring to it, an edge that draws attention.

"Slain ye shall be they warned us and we were, oh we were. O my brothers, my cousins, my bright kin! Three Ages of the world and all those I loved died around me and yet I am still here."

Maglor throws out his hands and laughs, his eyes burning silver bright and fey and his voice with a shine to it like the polished edge of a blade.

"Three Ages we stood against our Enemy and all he could throw at us, and paid in blood for every inch we held against him. But we held! Dragonfire and Balrogs and betrayal of kin and ally, but he is defeated and I remain. And now you would name me enemy? Come then and let us see if you can do what the Enemy of the World could not! But."

And his voice drops to a low croon, darkly caressing, promise in every word.

"Anyone who touches my family dies."

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Biased enough to make you some tea too. (He pulls away to heat a pot of water.)

[ He snorts, amused. ]

That is not bias but good sense!

I can never tell the difference! (He gathers some herbs to steep, smirking.) Therein lies the fault of our family, hm?

I suppose that is true! Do you want milk or honey?

Honey. (He has a helpless sweet tooth that he doesn't often indulge.) It's a wildflower honey. You should try it.

This jar? I will, since you suggest it! I think... ah yes. We still have milk too.

Yes. (He pours the hot water into mugs and adds the herbs to steep.) I am not a growing Elfling that needs his milk!

It's good for you.

[ Maglor laughs ]

Also, try some in the tea, it changes the flavor profile.

(He wrinkles his nose like a spoiled child.)

Does it really? Well if my uncle approves, I will give it a try. (Once the milk is mixed in, he will blow on the steaming brew and take a sip.)

Some of the hobbit matrons prefer it that way! [ He advises with a laugh ]

You don't need much - just a dash.

[ he follows suit ]

I do like the idea of you drinking tea with them. (His adorable uncle. Celebrimbor smiles and drinks, humming at the nice flavor.) It is good.

Mistress Belladonna was a terror. [ he laughs. ] You would have liked her.

Did I not say so?

She would've been my favorite! (He chuckles and sits at the table.) Dwarven women can be like that too.

Yes, yes you did. (His put upon sigh does not match the way his eyes sparkle.)

Were they surprised by your First Age Kuzdul?

[ Maglor only chuckles at him] Not all my advice is bad!

I think it endeared me to them. (That and he had already made a friend amongst their ranks.)

Most of it is sound. That which isn't is...usually not for your benefit. I worry then.

As it should!

My life is of little account if you stay well. But...I promise to be careful?

Your life is of great account to me. (He frowns.) I don't want to lose contact with you.

I will be careful.

[ He promises]

Will you make new armor for me? I even promise to wear it!

Yes! (He perks up.) What style? I am afraid you cannot choose the metal, though it will be light and durable.

Anything you want! I have not worn more than leather since the First Age - so I will abide by your inclination.

You are giving me too much leeway! (He prefers it that way; it's more fun.) I will take your measurements and get to work right away. You have been without armor for far too long!

I refuse to argue with a Master Smith.

[ he smiles at him ]

You can ask your father for what he has made for me before if you like. Although I have no horse here! Besides a wandering bard needs no armor.

[ he hums softly ]

Fingon calls council - don't skip dinner! You can work on it tomorrow.

You had best not. I could leave you looking silly!

(He sits back, expression a near match for Fëanor's when he was faced with a challenge.)

A wandering bard that is threatened needs armor and I will see you have it.

(Council. His lips twist uncomfortably.)

I only ask that we consider all of our options before throwing ourselves into war or worse.

So you could! But I trust your skills, Tyelpe - I trust your ability. How proud your father must be! How proud grandfather would have been. You are truly the best of us.

[ He smiles a little ]

Fingon has asked it of me as well - I will not refuse it. And I did promise!

[ He shrugs a little ]

A little too late for that, I think. War has come to us - or it will, at this rate. But I will not do more than this, unless the threat becomes real.

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