I... do not know any other way to be. [ Maglor makes a sad attempt at a smile, and despite the tremble in his hands, his voice is low, soothing and even, repeating the words told to him, long ago ]
Slowly, slowly. You can hear me, yes? The stars are the highest register, do not go seeking them. Listen to me, try and focus down.
[ He would tell Adalwolfe to listen for his own Song, but he does not know what his is, the only Song he has never been able to hear (Maglor sounds like the Ocean, like the Stars, like Grief). But he can and does start to hum, low and soothing, and although the magic is gone, his voice is still as good as ever ]
Just like picking out a voice in the crowd, or a solo instrument in the orchestra - there is a sound you are trying to hear - the others are extraenous.
/pets him gently
Slowly, slowly. You can hear me, yes? The stars are the highest register, do not go seeking them. Listen to me, try and focus down.
[ He would tell Adalwolfe to listen for his own Song, but he does not know what his is, the only Song he has never been able to hear (Maglor sounds like the Ocean, like the Stars, like Grief). But he can and does start to hum, low and soothing, and although the magic is gone, his voice is still as good as ever ]
Just like picking out a voice in the crowd, or a solo instrument in the orchestra - there is a sound you are trying to hear - the others are extraenous.