Maglor Makalaure Canafinwe Feanorion (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2016-04-08 02:03 pm
bythewaves) wrote in driftfleet2016-04-08 02:03 pm
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First song
Who: Maglor
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Now until shuffle
Broadcast
He comes awake in a gasp, hands flying immediately to weapons that are not there as he rolls into a wary crouch. The man is slender, almost beautiful, long dark hair and clear grey eyes that seem to glow from within. He is dressed in what are best described as robes - once fine but now faded and worn, if clean due to the efforts of whoever put him there. Almost innocuously compared to the shabby state of him, there is a silver eight pointed star pinned to his clothes that looks impossibly untarnished and is obviously of very high quality.
"Who is there?"
Action
Maglor moves silently through the halls, no sound of his footfalls. He is wary, anxious - this is something totally outside his experience. But then he passes a window looking out and he stops, a cry of wonder breaking from his lips as he falls to his knees. A hand comes up to his mouth, the other gripping the harp that seems to have been the only thing that came with him, as silent tears run down his face.
"A! Elbereth!"
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Now until shuffle
Broadcast
He comes awake in a gasp, hands flying immediately to weapons that are not there as he rolls into a wary crouch. The man is slender, almost beautiful, long dark hair and clear grey eyes that seem to glow from within. He is dressed in what are best described as robes - once fine but now faded and worn, if clean due to the efforts of whoever put him there. Almost innocuously compared to the shabby state of him, there is a silver eight pointed star pinned to his clothes that looks impossibly untarnished and is obviously of very high quality.
"Who is there?"
Action
Maglor moves silently through the halls, no sound of his footfalls. He is wary, anxious - this is something totally outside his experience. But then he passes a window looking out and he stops, a cry of wonder breaking from his lips as he falls to his knees. A hand comes up to his mouth, the other gripping the harp that seems to have been the only thing that came with him, as silent tears run down his face.
"A! Elbereth!"
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"There is no ship to bear one who refused the Valar twice."
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"Oh, cousin."
The thought of Maglor wandering Middle Earth, alone, for all eternity- it's more than heartbreaking. It's his own doing, he knows- that Oath, that damned Oath. But somehow that only makes it worse.
"What will you do?"
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"I will remain, and I will remember. I... there are folk that I still care about, remaining. I will watch over them, and I will tell our story, so that it is not forgotten, for as long as there are folk willing to hear."
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"A bard to the last, hmm? I would expect no less. And I am glad; there is much that should be remembered."
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"Someone should remember - the good things, as well as the bad."
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"Oh cousin. You always knew how to bring a smile. Do you want a gleaming white horse? They're terribly hard to keep that way, you know. Or perhaps I should add long passages devoted to your taste in fashion?"
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"You say that as if you were not brilliant, yourself. Indeed, in some areas you were probably better than me, in case you have forgotten!"
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