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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]

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.