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hadriel2018-01-02 02:14 pm
roseofthetyrells) wrote in hadriel2018-01-02 02:14 pm
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Video 3 - Margaery's Apartment
[The video opens not in the Sewing Shop but in Margaery's apartment where she's sitting in the middle of her bed, a pillow clasped in her arms. she's looking down from the camera and she's in a bathrobe and nightgown, both wrinkled. her hair is disheveled and her eyes are heavily rimmed with red, as though she's spent a long time crying. which she has been. a whole day and night and a new day of crying.
she tries to look up at the camera, clear her throat and speak, but the words don't come. fresh tears well in her eyes and she looks down again, biting her lower lip.
a long moment passes with nothing but Margaery fighting back tears and silent. finally, she looks back up at the camera and speaks]
I--I thought people may want to know that Matt Murdock is no longer among us. His. His help was invaluable in the time before the Null invasion and [her voice breaks] he will be missed greatly.
[she brushes a tear off of her cheek, looking down again. she forces herself to look back up and continues]
I need to apologize to those I promised garments to. I. It will be at least another month before they're finished. I'm--I'm sorry.
she tries to look up at the camera, clear her throat and speak, but the words don't come. fresh tears well in her eyes and she looks down again, biting her lower lip.
a long moment passes with nothing but Margaery fighting back tears and silent. finally, she looks back up at the camera and speaks]
I--I thought people may want to know that Matt Murdock is no longer among us. His. His help was invaluable in the time before the Null invasion and [her voice breaks] he will be missed greatly.
[she brushes a tear off of her cheek, looking down again. she forces herself to look back up and continues]
I need to apologize to those I promised garments to. I. It will be at least another month before they're finished. I'm--I'm sorry.
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I suppose I should be grateful that Westeros has no such enemy. The Seven Kingdoms could never manage to pull together to defeat such a foe, not when they've spent the past five years killing each other. The wars have caused us to lose nearly an entire generation of young men needed to combat such an enemy.
[takes a moment to consider this] That sound so sad, to lose an entire race and culture like that. You are the first Elf I've gotten to know, but if the others are anything like you, the loss would be terrible. Are you planning on staying until the bitter end?
It could be a gentle whirlpool? Just enough to stir the water without agitating it? And you can call light as well?
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[ Maglor sighs softly ]
To loose the young folk makes a war even harder, for they are the future that will now never be.
[ He nods ] I am Exile. [ He says softly ] For my deeds, for the sins on my hands, I cannot return. So in Middle-earth I will stay, to hold alive the memory of the past.
[ But that question brings a smile that makes him look young ]
Calling light is one of the first things all of us are taught - for it is one of the most useful things against the dark, and also one that is easy to do, for the memory of light is something that almost all things hold, and it is easy to awaken.
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Yes, it's terrible. There are hundreds upon hundreds of orphans in King's Landing alone, to say nothing of the ravaged countryside, especially in the Riverlands.
[at the news that he's an Exile, her eyes widen in shock and sympathy and her hand on his arm squeezes]
You mean that you won't be able to join your kin? That you're doomed to stay in Middle-earth alone? What--what could you possibly have done to earn such cruelty?
[yes, that's a much better look on him]
It must be wonderful, to be able to do such things at will. Could you call the light in here?
[because with the exception of the light cast by a small table lamp, the room is dark]
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Belive me, that punishment is the least I deserve for what I am, and what I have done.
[ He says hollowly, but he smiles a little at that. Reaching for a flask, he tips water into his hand, and sings, low and clear, of the memory of starlight in a world with no moon or sun, a million brilliant pinpricks of light, and the wonder of those who looked up and saw them ]
Aiya Earendil Elenion Ancalima!
[ a spark answers him, a flicker of light drawn from memory and love, flickering to a steady, silver gleam, twinkling merrily in the small puddle in his scarred hand ]
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What is it you have done? And become? If I--if it's not too much of an intrusion to ask?
[she watches him pour the water into his hand and marvels as he begins to sing. it's so clear and so beautiful, she can't help being in awe of it.
her eyes widen at the spark of light and she looks at it, at him, and back down to the light. a hand reaches out towards it, then shies back for fear of disrupting its beauty and clarity]
...I've never seen or heard such a thing. Never even imagined they'd be possible.
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It is one of the first things we learnt - calling light! Many of our jewelsmiths used to use it to set in gems.
[ he sighs softly ]
I swore once, that I would refuse none thos tale, so that all might take warning from our mistakes, and although you do not realise, but you have asked for the same tale now twice, for the reason I am sundered from my wife is part of it. Still...it's easier to sing then to tell.
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There are two trees, living light, and a woeld that can only be described as paradise. There are three jewels, created by the crown prince of that land, that capture that light living within them. Evil covets the jewel, and the king is slain, the jewels taken, and the distrought prince swears a terrible oath,and all seven of his sons swear it too as their mother turns away and weeps. Evil has fled across the sea, so the prince goes to the swan havens, to ask for their ships...and they turn him away, for they fled the shadows of Middle-earth and do not wish to return. The prince kills them, and steals the ships.
(Maglor's wife comes from the Havens. In the chaos of battle, she dies on his sword, and his brothers have to drag him onto the ships)
There are more of them than ships, but rather than send the ships back, the prince burns them, and accidentally kills his youngest son. His half brother curses his name, but decides to take the rest of their people the long way round over the Grinding Ice - he will lose almost a quarter of them on the ice, and the survivors will never truly forgive the others.
The prince leads his sons against Evil but is slain. His eldest is taken captive but his dearest friend, who braved the ice, saves him. For a while...things look good. And then Evil breaks them. Time and again, they are thrown back, and every death is someone they cannot replace. Heroes and legends are written across centuries in blood and tears....and the jewels remain out of reach, and Evil unassailable.
A maiden dares the impossible for love and wins. A jewel lives in elven hands. The Oath wakes.
Twice more, the sons assail their own people for a jewel they do not want but are sworn to retrieve. In the end, it takes the Gods returning to overthrow Evil, and once again, the last two brothers kill their own, and steal the jewels.
But the jewels are holy, and they have stained their hands unjustly with kinsblood. They burn.
The eldest brother kills himself - unable to face their utter ruin. And Maglor...throws his into the sea ]
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It's so beautiful. And your jewelsmiths use it? They must do beautiful work.
[she blanches slightly at his telling her that she's asked for the same painful tale twice, but. she's trusted him with the politics of Westeros and her own heartbreak, he can trust her with his pain. she'll never tell a soul]
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she weeps harder at the death of Maglor's wife.
and even harder at the deaths of all the brothers but two and the theft of the jewels and the way they burn the hands.
when Maglor throws his jewel into the sea, she lifts her head to face him. tears still stream down her cheeks, but her expression is compassionate and non-judgemental.
she reaches hesitantly to touch his scarred hand]
I'm. I'm so sorry. For what you've been through.
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Thank you. But I think it is fair to say that I brought it all upon myself. We cannot say that we were not warned!
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Perhaps not, but. After all you've been through? It hurts to think that you'll have to endure more.
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[ He says softly]
After all the pain I brought to others, how can I shirk from the pain that comes to me?
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[she clasps his scarred hand with hers]
You can't. Not and be able to look at yourself in the mirror. But how can those who care for you abandon you to such a fate?
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Thank you, Lady Margaery. You are very kind.
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Thank you.
Do you know, for years I endeavored to appear kind, but wasn't truly kind in my heart? I think. . . this place is changing me.
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I think that those who wish to appear a certain way eventually do become so - the outer becoming the inner, if you like? A deliberate action becoming habit, becoming part of you.
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There are certainly worse things to become. I could have become cruel, callous, like so many in King's Landing.
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It can take fear and distrust and warp it easily. I am glad you proved the stronger.
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...I didn't trust my mother-in-law. With good reason as she's the one who killed me along with countless innocents. But I don't want to be like Cersei in any way.
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We are going to try and take her with us, if we ever get free of this place.
I am glad you are here, Lady Margaery - at the least, you are free of them!
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I would miss her greatly, but I can't go to Westeros and it sounds as though she does not wish to.
[she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly] Yes, free. Though locked in another sort of cage.
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[ He grimaces ]
Aye - a gilded cage remains still a cage. But at the least, we have hopes to escape this one, one day.
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Yes. Hope to escape. And leave Westeros behind me for good.
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Tis only because my brother has claimed her as his fosterling - I would not impose that on anyone else.
[ He squeezes her hand ]
To escape and to return to your beloved. [ He agrees ]
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I should like to meet this brother of yours. If he's taking care of one of my dearest friends, I owe him a debt.
[she squeezes back.
a single tear runs down her cheek] Yes. Yes, to both. There is no alternative.
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