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[castintoflames]

Who: Maedhros & Open
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Yes! On the planet~
When: The 17th.

(There is a tall Elf amongst the wreckage, a gun at his side. His eyes are unfocused and there is a strain to his features as if he is listening to something hard to distinguish.)

I do not like the Song of this world. Have others noticed it? (Elven ears are sensitive to such things and this Song is one of...calling? Summoning?

It wishes to keep us. The thought comes unprovoked and his grip tightens on his gun.)

I would not spend overlong looking amongst the wreckage. I cannot say if it is possible for you to forget you are part of the fleet, but -

(It is not impossible and that concerns him. Leaving anyone behind brings back bad memories.)

I stand ready to guard anyone who wishes to explore, however. Tell me of your arrival and I will meet you.

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{Action}

[castintoflames]

Melmë nóren sina
núra ala Eäro nur
Ilfirin nairelma
ullumë nucuvalmë
Nauva i nauva

(Maedhros's deep voice resonates, combating with the trees. He does not falter before the force, raising his voice further.)

Uich gwennen na 'wanath ah na dhín.
An uich gwennen na ringyrn ambar hen.
Boe naid bain gwannathar,
Boe cuil ban firitha.
Boe naer gwannathach...

(OOC: * Our love for this land
Is deeper than the deeps
Of the sea.
Our regret is undying
Yet we will cast all away
Rather than submit.
What should be shall be.

'You are not bound to loss and silence.
For you are not bound to the circles of this world.
All things must pass away,
All life is doomed to fade.
Sorrowing you must go…)

{Action}

[valiantfire]

{Fingon is quick to join his voice with Maedhros', understanding and knowing the song and adding his own power behind the words. His voice is bright, with a ring of command and calling.}

{Action}

[castintoflames]

(His voice seems to come from the depths, rising like lava to change the land. Fingon's voice swoops in from the air, bright and fierce. Together, they imprison the trees between them.)

Kano belongs with us! Release him.

{Action}

[valiantfire]

{They won't leave without Maglor.}

He does not belong here, though well loved is he. Give him back to us!

{Action}

[castintoflames]

(The trees creak and seem to move, stretching out their limbs like hands and fingers. Maedhros pulls Fingon against his side, scowling.)

I will cut you down if you touch us.