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Who: Maedhros & YOU
Broadcast: Fleet-Wide.
Action: Open to HS Marsiva.
When: Morning.

(Marsiva's hospitality cannot erase what Maedhros has endured. He is dressed cleanly and his hair is braided neatly and away from his face. Even his burns have been healed with minimal scarring. But there is something untamed in his eyes.

Something that burns like a hungry, desperate fire.)

...why? (His low voice resonates clearly, cutting through the air with ease. He needn't ever shout.) Surely these quarters are not located within the Halls of Mandos?

(He feels life flowing within him and it is wrong. Lifting his only fist, he hits the nearest wall, clenching his teeth.)

Do not trap my fëa. Arda is safer with me dead.

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Finrod is my cousin and Maglor is my brother. Are they...well? (He cares for both, yet his worry lies more with Maglor.)

Quite well! Maglor even more so with one of his brothers here. Are you the elder, or one of the younger?

[She's doing this on purpose; flooding him with good will and positivity. Because he's wearing unhappiness like a shirt. A wet shirt, that clings to him, weighs him down.]

Do not speak prematurely. (Maglor may not be so glad to see him - and Maedhros cannot blame him.) I am the eldest.

Ah that makes you... wait, I remember it. I always remember stories, even if I was drinking when I heard it.

[Just give her a moment. She'll remember.]

Maitimo. That's it! He spoke with great affection about you. He called you bold, with a leader's quality. And said also you are his rock, and that when he was little you would sing him lullabies.

(His frowns, face scarred and pale. His wariness comes from a very dark place and he finds it difficult to believe that Maglor speaks of him at all - much less that he speaks well of him.)

He must not know. Perhaps that is best - kindest. (But how will he hide his guilt?) We hail from a big family. He and I are all that is left.

I don't wish to distress you, but I'm certain he knows.

[He spoke of being left dead, so it is not hard to guess at what he meant.]

I simple must say so, because he has indeed spoken highly of you, and has clearly missed you.

[She chuckles softly.]

Even if you hadn't told me, I think I might have guessed at a relation between you two. You both highly underestimate your worth.

(Then she knows too. Maedhros feels ashamed. Dirty and cursed. He should be accustomed to such by now, but he's not. He never will be.)

Then he is kinder than he need ever be. (His nose wrinkles and he looks at her, confused.) My worth is nonexistent, lady. I am a murderer and a coward. What could be worse?

[She actually knows less than you think, Mae. She only knows you died and are loved.

Oh and all of it is really your father's fault. :c

And really, that is all she needs to know. He is loved by Maglor, and so he must be Good.]

You judge yourself too harshly, sir. You both do.

(It's still a stain on his reputation - and on Maglor. The latter matters far more to him.)

He deserves a second chance. I will see he has it even if I must do so from the shadows.

Everyone deserves second chances. So you may as well stay out in the light, with everyone else, and have yours too.

[Whether you want to or not. As if she wouldn't out him to Maglor in an instant. Foolishness and pride, that's ask this is.]

Most do, yes. Not all. (He is stubbornly immobile on that point.) I know you mean well and I thank you for befriending my brother, but our past is not for your ears.

There's plenty of friendship to go around.

[Yeah, she's not going anywhere.]

My name is Syeira.

(Ah. Polite niceties. He has forgotten those.)

Well met, Lady Syeira. I am called Maitimo, Nelyafinwë, Maedhros or Russandol. Some even refer to me simply as "the tall".

[She forgets her manners so often when acquiring new friends.]

You all have so many names, and I've only the one. It makes me think we're doing it wrong on Toril.

But it's just Syeira. Formality is not required between friends.

But that reminds me, I forgot to ask your brother, and since you're here you can tell me honestly. Exactly how tall does one need to be to be called "the tall"?

(He just hasn't been around people in a long time. Besides Maglor, that is.)

We are given two at birth and the rest we acquire over time. (And considering how long they live, a handful of names isn't that much.)

As you wish, but I would caution you on choosing your friends wisely.

(And not from a couple of half-mad Fëanorians.)

I have not measured myself in some time. I know I am over seven feet.

I've been so cautioned before, and likely will be so again. I'll tell you stories sometime of some of my friends from home.

[You two don't even rank in the top of worst friend choices she's ever made.]

Seven feet? My you're all so gigantic. It's really not fair. Piles of names, and you get to reach the top shelf.

[It's so unfair! Elves from Toril are tiny! :c]

(He will make no assumptions on her friends, but he silently thinks they are more deserving of friendship than he is.)

I am...uncommonly tall. Even for an Elf. (Maedhros isn't a bulky Elf either - as if Tolkien Elves ever could be. He has very long legs, but he is well-proportioned, which is how he earned the name Maitimo. It means "well-shaped one".)

[Don't wager money on that assumption Maedhros, you'll end up a pauper.]

Still, Finrod and Maglor are both very tall compared to the elves of Toril. Pure elves only grow as tall as five and a half feet, if they're truly blessed with height!

You have Elves in your world? (Now that catches his interest.) There are different branches of Elves in Arda. I am not the tallest to ever exist - that honor belongs to an Elvish King - but I am taller than most.

Indeed there are.

[She pulls back her hair with both hands, turns her head to the side so he can see her pointed ear.]

We've many kinds as well, but all are invariably short.

Ah forgive me. (Those ears are oh so telling.) Are you immortal as well?

No such luck. While full blooded elves are immortal, my particular heritage denies me that.

You are...mixed? It is uncommon - dare I say rare - for Elves to mix with other races in Arda, but it does happen.

Half-elven is the general term on Toril. We're not as prolific as humans, or any other race, but we're not uncommon either.

There are two who are Half-Elven that I hold dear. You should not consider yourself less or different if you accept your heritages.