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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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Not on the Marsiva, but surely on the other ships. [ Maglor nods, agreeing ] I am sure you will master it as swiftly as you may.

I wonder if I...should?

[ Maglor pauses for a long time, and his answer is slow in coming ]

That... I cannot say, if it will be for the better, or the worse. But we have no weapons here save those we are granted, or those we purchase or fashion on our own. What things there are here are unfamiliar, and it seems to me that ... it would be useful to at the least be familiar with their workings.