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Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: July Planet!
When: The month of July!

[This is another planet mingle since the first one has nearly hit captcha! Feel free to continue threads or start brand new ones!]

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First Mingle Post

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[bythewaves]

"Will you oblige it?" Maglor teases. "Since it has such good taste!"

[mistyday]

Misty blushes. "Oh, no, I can't sing it as well as Stevie."

[bythewaves]

Maglor laughs softly.

"That may or may not be true, but Stevie is not here, eh? Only you. And what makes a song beautiful is the heart behind it."

[mistyday]

"Well..." she shifts a little, looking down at the boom box, which has moved to the next song. Not like she doesn't know Rhiannon by heart or she hasn't sung with Maglor before. Somehow, though, this is different, this song is different. It's hers, and it's Stevie's, and it's one of the only good memories she has from home, so it makes her nervous that she might screw it up. After a moment, however, she pushes the pause button and stands again. "Okay. For you. And for the tree."

Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night and
Wouldn't you love to love her?
Takes to the sky like a bird in flight and
Who will be her lover?

All your life you've never seen
A woman taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven?
Will you ever win?

[bythewaves]

Maglor smiles and hums along with her, low and sweet, once he gets an idea of how the chorus goes, and he applauds when she is done.

"Oh, nicely done! You underestimate yourself, I think!"

He does not notice that just behind the boombox, a small silver locket lies.

[mistyday]

She often does underestimate herself - but she's getting better about it here. "Thank you! Wanna hear another one?"

Already she's kneeling by the boom box again, ready to hit play when she sees the locket. "Oh!" She picks it up and holds it out to him. "And this must be for you!"

[bythewaves]

"I would love to, if it please the lady."

He smiles at her and blinks at the locket.

"This is... " His eyes are bright with tears. "This was... my mother's..."

[mistyday]

She smiles gently. "You must love her very much."

[bythewaves]

"Yes." Maglor's fingers run across the silver lovingly, but the tears do not fall, and he smiles up at her. "Father made this for her, after my youngest brothers were born. He made her something for all of us, but the twins were the last - we all knew that any more children would be too much. This is a gift beyond price."

[mistyday]

Misty hesitates a moment before asking, "Can I see her?"

[bythewaves]

Maglor nods, offering her the intricately carved locket and the cleverly hidden trigger that opens the clasp, revealing the portrait inside.

Maedhros looks terribly young, in the picture, as does Maglor himself, without mark or scar, and with simple joy in both their faces. The woman in the center has hair as red as Maedhros' own, twin boys on one side the only others to have their mother's hair. Of the others, two are as dark as Maglor, and one so fair it is almost silver. All of them look young, and content, and happy, laughing up out of the picture with love in all their eyes - presumably at the father.

[mistyday]

Misty lets out a little gasp. "Oh she's so beautiful!" And so happy. All of them are. It's a bittersweet sight, knowing Maglor's tendency towards melancholy now. She wants him to be happy again but Lord knows she's hardly an expert on that.

[bythewaves]

Maglor smiles wistfully in return.

"She is - by elven standards I suppose she is fairly plain, but I always thought her one of the loveliest people I knew."

[mistyday]

"What?! Elves must be blind if they think she's plain!"

[bythewaves]

He laughs at that.

"No indeed - my mother's face and frame is considered quite plain! And I suppose from a purely aesthetic point of view they have a point."

[mistyday]

Misty puts her hands on her hips, frowning with annoyance. "I don't know what the hell aesthetic means but whatever it is, it's wrong!"

[bythewaves]

He chuckles again, charmed.

"It means that by what measures my folk judge beauty purely in the physical sense, she would not ... what is you say? Ah... 'tick all the boxes'."

[mistyday]

"Well what else could they want! Some damn sparkles?"

Elves make no sense Maglor, you're all pretty okay???

[bythewaves]

Maglor laughs again, amused.

"Not quite! But, mm - here, shall I show you? My cousin Galadriel is considered quite the beauty - House Arafinwe in general throw very well in that regard."

He offers her his hand again.

[mistyday]

Misty gives him a skeptical look but she takes his hand anyway.

[bythewaves]

Maglor chuckles softly but there in all her glory is Galadriel, the Lady of Light, gold and silver in her hair, and quite easily identifiable as Finrod's sister.

But here in this place, with the Tree so close, the Lady overlays other images too, the girl-that-was and the lady-that-is both existing at once in Maglor's mind, fiesty young Nerwen, full of life and joy, and bold Artanis, a warrior beyond peer existing simulatenously with Galadriel, tall and sad and proud and free.

[mistyday]

Well...

Okay, Galadriel is beautiful, far more beautiful than anyone she's ever met. But that don't make Maglor's mother plain, by any stretch of the imagination.

So, very stubbornly, she says, "They're both beautiful, in their own way."

[bythewaves]

Maglor smiles for her, affection bleeding through the connection.

"Thank you, Misty."

[mistyday]

She's not sure what to do with that affection, other than to bask in it, giving him a bright smile in return. "Thank you, for showin' me - and for bringin' me with you."

A moment's hesitation, then she goes up on her toes and gives him a quick peck on the cheek - affectionate and almost more... filial than anything else.

[bythewaves]

He flushes shyly at the kiss and twinkles back at her.

"It was my honor, and my pleasure. Thank you for the song."