And We Danced (Masquerade Overflow!)

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[bythewaves]

"Oh I see!" He hums. "It sounds as if you are....mm, sensitive to their presence, I 6is the best explanation. It must be a very helpful thing, in trying times."

[mistyday]

She nods. "Sometimes I waver though and don't believe. But I always come back."

[bythewaves]

"It can be hard to hold hope." Maglor murmurs softly. "I am glad you have been able to find yours."

[mistyday]

Finally daring to move closer, Misty sits in front of Maglor, her face full of compassion as she looks up at him. "You been hurt too." It's not a question, for she knows it must be true. "I'm sorry."

[bythewaves]

He smiles at her - a little wistful, a little sad, but mostly tired.

"Do not be - my pains are mostly my own fault."

[mistyday]

"Don't mean they don't hurt any less."

[bythewaves]

"No." He agrees quietly. "But one grows... accustomed."

[mistyday]

"Music helps, though, doesn't it?"

[bythewaves]

"A little, I suppose." He shrugs quietly. "For me, at least. I suppose it is different for everyone."

[mistyday]

"Oh it helps me a lot. Especially when it's got magic in it, like yours or Stevie's."

[bythewaves]

He smiles again at that. "Ah now, I am only a simple bard - I am glad you hear something in it, but there is no magic in what I do, only a wish for better things."

[mistyday]

"If you say so." She looks doubtful, but she won't argue neither.

"Say, what's your name anyway?"

[bythewaves]

"Ah, now I have been most rude, I see - forgive me! Maglor, at your service, lady. Might I have the pleasure of your name, as well?"

[mistyday]

"Misty! Misty Day." She smiles. "Do you know you sound just like a prince out of a fairy tale or something? Are you?"

[bythewaves]

"Well met, Misty Day." He smiles, but it falters, briefly, at her next words.

A prince, yes - he was that once, wasn't he? A prince, a king, a captain.

Oath-sworn, Thrice-damned, Dispossessed.

Not long. Just the barest flicker, the tiniest crack in the mask.

"Not I! I am but a simple bard, nothing more than that."

[mistyday]

If she notices the flicker, she doesn't mention it. "Oh. Well, bards are good too! Maybe even better than princes! Will you sing some more?

[bythewaves]

He chuckles lowly at that.

"I do believe this is the first time any have told me that." He says dryly.

"I can - is there anything in particular you wish to hear?"

[mistyday]

"I doubt you know my music so... why don't you sing me your favorite song?"

[bythewaves]

"Ah now." He wags a finger at her. "No bard worth his salt admits to a favourite song! But let me see now, how about this one?"

He pauses and then his voice rings in one of the oldest hymns of his people.

"A! Elbereth Gilthoniel!
silivren penna míriel
o menel aglar elenath,
Gilthoniel, A! Elbereth!
We still remember, we who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees
The starlight on the Western Seas!"

The song conjures images for her, if Misty lets them, a Lady who is the very night sky herself, with stars in her hands, glittering jewels that she casts out into the night in brilliant patterns.

[mistyday]

When those images come, Misty welcomes them with open, eager arms. As powerful as Stevie is, she never conjured anything like this and this, this is... quite simply, enthralling in its beauty. Without even realizing she's doing it, she's moved closer and closer to Maglor until she's sitting right next to him, any lingering sense of shyness gone.

When he finishes his song, it takes a moment for her to come out of her dreamlike state and fix her gaze on him, her smile big and full of wonder.

"Oh! That was amazing! Can you... is that something I can learn how to do?"

[bythewaves]

"Thank you." He smiles at her, an artists pleasure in his art being well recieved.

"I do not know - I suppose the theory is straight forward enough? I am... weaving my memory into the music, and offering it to those who would listen."

[mistyday]

"You mean you knew that lady? The one carryin' the stars in her hand?"

[bythewaves]

"I did, yes. That was Elbereth herself, the Lady Varda, the Queen of the Stars. I performed for her once, when I was younger."

[mistyday]

"Wow. She's beautiful! Can I see her again?"

[bythewaves]

He chuckles softly and obligingly begins another one verse.

"A Elbereth Gilthoniel
silivren penna míriel
o menel aglar elenath!
Na-chaered palan-díriel
o galadhremmin ennorath,
Fanuilos, le linnathon
nef aear, sí nef aearon!

A Elbereth Gilthoniel
o menel palan-diriel,
le nallon sí di'nguruthos!
A tiro nin, Fanuilos!"

Before he translates it for her. "And in the common tongue that might be rendered, 'O! Elbereth who lit the stars, from glittering crystal slanting falls with light like jewels from heaven on high the glory of the starry host. To lands remote I have looked afar, and now to thee, Fanuilos, bright spirit clothed in ever-white, I here will sing beyond the Sea, beyond the wide and sundering Sea. O! Queen who kindled star on star, white-robed from heaven gazing far, here overwhelmed in dread of Death I cry: O guard me, Elbereth!'"