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Who: Maedhros & Open
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Yes! On S.S. Huntress.
When: Early on the 2nd.

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(Maedhros is breathing shakily, unevenly as he peers at his reflection in a mirror. He pushes away from the glass suddenly, knocking over various odds and ends (a hair brush and hair ties) in the process.)

What...happened...to me?

(He cannot bear to be in a closed room for any longer. In a panic, he hurries to the door, opening it to find...more of the same. This isn't right. This isn't right!)

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(The tall Elf will be found in the corridors of the Huntress, stumbling as he takes in the strange environment. The blood has completely left his face, leaving him as pale as a ghost.)

Can anyone...help? (Fear makes his voice sound young. At least, that seems to be the case. Why else would he sound like an Elfling?)

Atto? Ammë? Kano?!

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[ Maglor is minding his own business until his brother calls, and then he's out the door and running, responding as he has always done, instinctively, to the very first voice that he knows, running straight into his brother's arms ]

Nelyo, Nelyo, be calm, I am here, what is wrong?

[ Except it's Maglor himself, isn't it, with scars on his hands, and madness in the depths of his eyes, fine silver at his temples and lines around his eyes ]

(Instinctively, he grabs onto Maglor, pulling him close; keeping him safe. This is his Kano. If he is here -

But then he sees the changes. There are signs of age and events far worse written on his brother's face. Frightened tears spring into his eyes and he staggers back.)

Why are we so different?! This is not Aman!

[ Maedhros' flinch calls an answering one from Maglor, pulling in and looking away, ashamed. ]

N-no... I... sorry I ... frightened you... I...

(His heart is pounding in his ears and he touches his face, fingers following a scar across his nose.)

Kano, what happened to us? My face...my hand! Y-Your hands...

[ Pull yourself together, Makalaure Curufin snaps at him and Maglor takes a deep breath, shoves his grief and panic into a little ball and makes an attempt to smile.

(He cannot help tucking his hands away, hiding them from sight) ]

Ssh, ssh. Don't panic, Nelyo. What's the last thing you remember?

We... We were on horseback with Atar. Y-You had to ride with me. (Because his little brother was so small! Now he is...much bigger! And changed...like himself.) I'm frightened.

[ So long ago, and Maglor has to gulp back the sudden surge of grief and anger because how dare Maedhros forget ]

Ssh, it's alright, it's alright, I promise. We... we're just older. That's all. You... you remember how we used to play at adventures? Well... we've... had them, that's all. You've just... forgotten for a bit.

(He seeks his brother's comfort, reaching out his hand - his only hand! - to pull Maglor closer.)

Older? Why don't I remember? (Tears well in his eyes, spilling over.) Where are we? I s-saw the stars...so close!

[ Maglor curls his hand around Maedhros' in return, reaching to draw him close ]

I do not know. But this place... feel behind your ear - that bump? there is a machine of some sort there. It... can do strange things, at times. Including changing memories, it would appear.

[ He reaches up and strokes his brother's hair, trying to be comforting ]

I know. We sail in a ship amongst the stars, Nelyo.

(He does not resist, but instead tucks himself around Maglor, trying to even his breathing.)

It took my memories...? (The idea is frightening and though he is taller than ever - though somehow less vibrant - Maedhros feels vulnerable.) Has it hurt you?

(With a shuddering sigh, he leans into the hand in his hair.)

How could the Valar allow such? We are meant to keep our feet on the ground!

For a time, I suppose - I do not know how, or why. [ Maglor clings close, letting his brother feel that he is here ]

No. [ This, at least, he can reassure him of - nothing here has harmed him ]

And they are beautiful, are they not, this close? It will be alright, Nelyo.

(His fingers find the bump behind Maglor's ear, curious if it matches his own. It does indeed and there is some comfort in that; some stability.)

I have never seen them so close. Could we touch them? (Is that why their hands are scarred? His brow furrows and he reaches for one of Maglor's hands, nuzzling the palm.)

[ Maglor lets him without concern, allowing his brother the chance to ground himself ]

No - they look close, but they are still very far away, and far too large. [ His breath catches, but he let's his brother see ]

(As children, Maedhros knew every bump, bruise and cut on Maglor as if they were his own. All of the new marks, scars and changes intrigue him - and worry him. His brother has obviously endured great pain.)

They look like jewels from below. I see now that they are so much more. (His words taper off and he holds Maglor's hands to his chest.) Toron, who hurt you so?

They sing like them. [ Maglor murmurs softly ]

But yes, they are. They are mostly fire, I am told. Concentrated flame, held together in one spot.

[ A hitch in his breathing but his voice stays level ] No one that you need worry about. [ Myself ]

I wish I could hear their voices. (But no matter how he strains his ears, he cannot.) Concentrated flame... No wonder we are drawn to them!

(Their family burns so hot with every emotion.

He frowns, disliking the answer.) Kano, are they still a threat to you?

I wish you could too - I would share it with you if I could, you know that, Nelyo.

[ Yes ] Not here, no.

{Fingon hears the plea and goes running, searching for his cousin. It's not that hard, once he gets to the corridors. Grandfather's safe, and not going to wake up just yet so he leaves him behind for now.}

Maitimo! All is well, cousin, trust me.

{Except it isn't, but he knows he needs to calm Maedhros down.}

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(Though he obviously regrets not sharing such a gift with his brother, Maedhros smiles, the expression warm and sweet.)

We needn't share everything. As long as you are safe, I do not mind being deaf to them.

(There are shining tears in his eyes, ready to overflow. Though his features and build are that of an adult, there is something about his expression and the look in his eyes that screams Elfling.)

F-Finno? (His voice catches. Even this child - this babe - is grown! He shies away, overwhelmed.)

{The innocence and youth in all Fingon sees slows his pace, understanding dawning and he smiles warmly. He opens his arms in invitation but otherwise forcing himself to stop and let Maedhros - Nelyafinwë come to him.}

It's me. I'm all grown, aren't I!

[ A smile and Maglor leans against him ]

That is because you are always kind. I will find a way to sing it properly for you, one day.

(His complete lack of hesitation is so very child-like too. Maedhros tucks himself as best as he can into Fingon's arms, his shock and confusion making him tremble.)

Just like Kano. A-And me. I don't remember.

(He rests their heads together, murmuring:)

Your voice is lovelier than theirs.

{Fingon wraps him up in a tight embrace. Just because he's short doesn't mean he doesn't do his best to shelter his beloved cousin. He presses a kiss to Maedhros' forehead then leans their heads together.}

Try not to fret about it, we are safe here. And I am sure you will remember, just be patient.

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