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[bythewaves]

There's a creature here who killed my friend, and injured my brother. I don't know what it calls itself, but my friend describes a woman with eyes as black as pitch.

[ His eyes are far too bright to be human, a feral fire lit behind them ]

Have a care for yourselves, for it has, apparently, killed at least once and tried to do so more than that.

[ And then almost absently ]

Findekano, my king, I ask your blessing on my hunt.

[ And you know, permission to torture and play with his prey but he won't say that aloud ]

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[bythewaves]

Thank you, Tyelpe. Will you check my armor for me? It has been a while since I needed proper armor.

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[handofsilver]

Of course. It will fit you like a glove and be without fault. (Only the best for his family.) Do not let your quarry touch you.

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[bythewaves]

I trust you, Telpe. [ Maglor smiles at him ]

You are the best smith this family has ever produced. I'll see your father avenged.

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[handofsilver]

I know you will see it done. Then you can return to Atar and tell him what he missed. (His face feels hot and he is certain he must be blushing.) I am competent, Uncle.

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[bythewaves]

You will need to watch him, Telpe, he's getting restless and trying to get up.

[ A fond, proud smile ]

Far more than that!

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[handofsilver]

I shall remind him of how much I have grown should he try getting up again!

(Carefully. Gently. Those poor lungs need time to heal!)

I am not like Grandfather.

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[bythewaves]

He could use the reminding.

[ Maglor's eyes crinkle in amusement and they are very very fond ]

No. You are everything he should have been.

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[handofsilver]

He is not as hard-headed as he once was, Uncle. That trait has softened in him. I should be able to keep him safe.

(Celebrimbor is proud of how far Curufin has come. If ever the older Elf needs a protector, he has one in his son.)

Now you exaggerate!

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[bythewaves]

I am sure you can - and I do not. I speak the truth as I see it, dear one. You are our pride and joy, and I wish father could see.

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[handofsilver]

I am proud I was born a Fëanorian. I know that is mad to say - dangerous to say in some places - but it is how I feel. I grew listening to your music, learning Father's craft and mannerisms, hearing stories from uncles who were nothing but patient and kind. I...do...have memories of Grandfather, but I wish I had been born sooner to know him better.

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[bythewaves]

Hush! Little silver fist! 'Tis not wise to say such things, although I suppose here is as safe as anywhere. 'Twould be kinder for you to forget us, but I thank you for your enduring love.

If you ever want tales of him, Telpe, you need but ask.

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[handofsilver]

How can I forget my heart? At least part of it. I left that part behind with you. (Because he can never quite let go of those he loves.)

What was he like when you were a child?

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[bythewaves]

Ever kind and generous. [ Maglor murmurs, and he smiles softly ]

Bright. [ He says ] Father always blazed. But in those days his fire was that of the home and hearth, warm and comforting. He was always abrasive, but he spoke only ever what he thought was true, and in the early days he was not too proud to accept correction - delighted in it, even, for he felt the joys of discourse outweighed the discomfort of disagreement in views. He was the one who started the great schools of debate, and would occasionally switch views and argue the other side, just to confound his opponent.