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driftfleet2017-02-06 06:11 pm
bythewaves) wrote in driftfleet2017-02-06 06:11 pm
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Who: Maglor and you!
Broadcast: Public broadcast from the Huntress
Action: in his room in the HUntress, which he is still slooooowly trying to soundproof and failing
When: forward dated to the next shuffle
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[ Finrod is gone. Maglor brushes a hand across the NauglamÃr, seeing without seeing where one day the Silmaril will sit (he is so glad that it is not there - the necklace looks better without that cursed gem anyway). It is a dwarvish design, and the artist in him appreciates the differences from his own work in the past, the solid, geometric shapes beautiful in their difference.
It is better this way. His brave cousin will doubtless walk again with his father in Valinor, released from the Halls. Better that he is far away from here, and safe.
Rising, he goes to his harp and tunes it to the old mode, and he begins with the very first song that Finrod ever wrote, and works his way through from there, the simple tunes of childhood right through to the great songs of later years, the silly and the sublime. He'll play until someone stops him, and eventually, inevitably, he'll raise his voice in Song ]
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[ Maglor Sings, and any who listen can See, the golden prince who was loved by all, wise and kind and brilliant as the summer. The King on his throne, in a castle hewn from stone beneath a mountain, a testament to the beauty that the collaboration between species could create. The loyal friend, forswearing his crown for an Oath made to his truest mortal friend. The hero, who killed a werewolf with his bare hands and saved his friends life.
Maglor sings Finrod, as he knew him in life, the young cousin and the dear friend, as well as the hero whose name is exalted still in Dwarven Halls as well as Elven ones, who Men called the Wise, and all folk named Friend ]
Thus Felagund in Nargothrond
still reigned, a hidden king whose bond
was sworn to Barahir the bold.
And now his son through forests cold (130)
wandered alone as in a dream.
Esgalduin's dark and shrouded stream
he followed, 'till its waters frore
were joined to Sirion, Sirion hoar,
pale silver water wide and free
rolling in splendour to the sea.
Broadcast: Public broadcast from the Huntress
Action: in his room in the HUntress, which he is still slooooowly trying to soundproof and failing
When: forward dated to the next shuffle
Action aboard the Huntress
[ Finrod is gone. Maglor brushes a hand across the NauglamÃr, seeing without seeing where one day the Silmaril will sit (he is so glad that it is not there - the necklace looks better without that cursed gem anyway). It is a dwarvish design, and the artist in him appreciates the differences from his own work in the past, the solid, geometric shapes beautiful in their difference.
It is better this way. His brave cousin will doubtless walk again with his father in Valinor, released from the Halls. Better that he is far away from here, and safe.
Rising, he goes to his harp and tunes it to the old mode, and he begins with the very first song that Finrod ever wrote, and works his way through from there, the simple tunes of childhood right through to the great songs of later years, the silly and the sublime. He'll play until someone stops him, and eventually, inevitably, he'll raise his voice in Song ]
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[ Maglor Sings, and any who listen can See, the golden prince who was loved by all, wise and kind and brilliant as the summer. The King on his throne, in a castle hewn from stone beneath a mountain, a testament to the beauty that the collaboration between species could create. The loyal friend, forswearing his crown for an Oath made to his truest mortal friend. The hero, who killed a werewolf with his bare hands and saved his friends life.
Maglor sings Finrod, as he knew him in life, the young cousin and the dear friend, as well as the hero whose name is exalted still in Dwarven Halls as well as Elven ones, who Men called the Wise, and all folk named Friend ]
Thus Felagund in Nargothrond
still reigned, a hidden king whose bond
was sworn to Barahir the bold.
And now his son through forests cold (130)
wandered alone as in a dream.
Esgalduin's dark and shrouded stream
he followed, 'till its waters frore
were joined to Sirion, Sirion hoar,
pale silver water wide and free
rolling in splendour to the sea.
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What a lovely song.
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Thank you for saying so - tis not mine, and it is, perhaps, not quite so beautiful as in it's original tongue! But I am glad you found it good.
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You are a bard yourself?
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[Though she still kinda does the murder part of being a bard....]
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[Well, since he was kind enough to share his song, it couldn't hurt.]
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Eventually, her shuttle docks with the Huntress. The music makes Maglor easy to find on the ship. Beverly comes in and sits quietly, not wanting to interrupt.]
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From Sirion's Isle they passed away,
but on the hill alone there lay
a green grave, and a stone was set,
and there there lie the white bones yet
of Finrod fair, Finarfin's son,
unless that land be changed and gone,
or foundered in unfathomed seas,
while Finrod walks beneath the trees
in Eldamar and comes no more
to the grey world of tears and war.
[ Only then, voice dipping low and sweet, grief mingling with hope, does he still the strings and look up at her. His cheeks are dry and his voice is calm, but there is a storm in those grey eyes ]
Beverly.
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That was beautiful.
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Thank you for saying so. Dearon of Doriath wrote the original, and it has taken some time before I felt the translation good enough.
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He is happy now. [ He whispers into her hair ]
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/wraps around tag in apology
no worries <3
<3 <3 <3 <3
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On earth I need no longer dwell,
friend and comrade, Beren bold.
My heart is burst, my limbs are cold.
Here all my power I have spent
to break my bonds, and dreadful rent
of poisoned teeth is in my breast.
I now must go to my long rest
in Aman, there beyond the shore
of Eldamar for ever more
in memory to dwell.' Then silence fell,
and shadows black in his dark cell
surrounded him. So died the king,
as still the elven harpers sing.
[ Maglor's hands falter on the strings and he turns into her hold, accepting the comfort offered. But his eyes are dry - he mourned his cousin long, long ago. This parting was always inevitable ]
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As she has no idea of Finrod's fate.
Or she didn't. But because of who she is, she'll save the interrogation.]
How are you holding up?
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Well enough. [ He murmurs softly ]
I always knew I would have to say goodbye.
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Because you out live him?
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I am the last. [ He whispers ] All of them, I will watch them die.
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His cousin doesn't need to be alone. None of them do, nor should they be.}
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I always knew I would have to say goodbye again. [ Maglor murmurs softly, eventually ]
But somehow, it still hurts.
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I hope to be here a good long while, so you have me as long as we may.
{He still desperately wishes he could have been stronger, somehow, and had managed to live.}
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I do not blame you. [ He says quietly ] Do not blame yourself.
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He chuckles softly, eyes closing as he makes himself comfortable.}
People keep telling me that.
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Because it is true. I will always miss you, Finno. But you are here now.
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