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driftfleet2016-09-18 01:10 am
valiantfire) wrote in driftfleet2016-09-18 01:10 am
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Who: Fingon
Broadcast: Accidental fleetwide.
Action: S. S. Huntress
When: Early 9/18
{It's useful to be an Elf who didn't need much rest. And even when Fingon does rest, it's never easily thanks to memories that he's yet to address. So he sews. His grandfather spoils him and gave him enough cloth for a couple robes, and that's precisely what he's working on. Spread out around him in his small bunk are various bits of ribbon, thread, and lots of cloth, all of which are coming together under his skilled fingers.
The Elf has a light on, of course, but even with it his own natural faint glow is there if one looks. Black hair is braided back, and he's humming quietly as the needle darts in and out of the vibrant blue cloth in his lap. He doesn't want to disturb his mortal crewmates, after all! That would be rude. The song is an old one, for those who know Arda and its music, of brighter, more innocent days.
It's impossible to not realize he has no idea he's being observed.}
Broadcast: Accidental fleetwide.
Action: S. S. Huntress
When: Early 9/18
{It's useful to be an Elf who didn't need much rest. And even when Fingon does rest, it's never easily thanks to memories that he's yet to address. So he sews. His grandfather spoils him and gave him enough cloth for a couple robes, and that's precisely what he's working on. Spread out around him in his small bunk are various bits of ribbon, thread, and lots of cloth, all of which are coming together under his skilled fingers.
The Elf has a light on, of course, but even with it his own natural faint glow is there if one looks. Black hair is braided back, and he's humming quietly as the needle darts in and out of the vibrant blue cloth in his lap. He doesn't want to disturb his mortal crewmates, after all! That would be rude. The song is an old one, for those who know Arda and its music, of brighter, more innocent days.
It's impossible to not realize he has no idea he's being observed.}
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You know I love your songs. And you are not boring!
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[ Maglor retorts wryly, but he settles next to Fingon to watch him work, absently starting to hum softly ]
Did you want me to sing?
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Never me!
{Then smiles hopefully, fingers starting back in tugging thread through cloth.} If you don't mind?
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[ Maglor smiles and shakes his head at him ]
Ah, and so your true motive for having me visit becomes clear, I see. What do you want to hear, cousin?
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And now you claim I lie! {Fingon's quite happy to tease and cajole his cousins into happiness.
A subtle shift and he rests a bent knee against Maglor, seeking to keep some small contact with one of his dearest friends.}
I fear you know me far too well and see past anything I can design! But in knowing that, what do you think I want to hear?
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[ Maglor knows what he is doing but cannot find it in him to begrudge it, only shaking his head at him ]
I am not singing the Elf and the Fruit Vendor!
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Laughter utterly ruins it, naturally, and Fingon struggles to reign it back in as he peeks merrily at his cousin.}
But it's one of my favorites!
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It is also simply the rudest, most vulgar song I know! All thirty one verses of it!
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Which is why I only ask you to sing it in private company!
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I never thought you the type to be so fascinated by the...many creative uses of fruits, cousin!