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Who: Maglor and YOU! Also Maedhros is likely around somewhere
Broadcast: Video from one of the planet Mine sites
Action: Forges!
When: Anytime during this stop

I must say the good folk of this stop are very kind - they have allowed my brother and I use of the mines and forges here in exchange for some trading. My brother and I are going to be working on some proper swords - if anyone else is inclined to a bladed weapon, we are happy to make you one as well.

Grandfather, Fingon, you needn't ask, but your help in the forges would be invaluable - Maedhros and I manage, of course, but neither of us are... what we were. And we have neither Father, nor Curvo, nor Tylepe here to point out everything we are doing wrong!

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It's nice to be free from human hands. And it's easier for us to move through time than them.

[But hey! Upside is that war is coming here! Maybe. Someday. Even if Maglor is displeased about it, Doudanuki sounds happy for once.]

Must be why I got brought here. If you're gonna fight a war, might as well get a war sword.

A war blade, hm? [ A quiet, tired smile ]

Maybe. I would not refuse a good blade if war does come.

Yep, some of the best ever forged.

[He's proud of that, even if war swords aren't really in fashion anymore.]

Well, if you can promise me repairs, then I can give you my blade. Haven't been in a fight since I got here, so I could do with a little blood.

Long may it be until your wish is fulfiled. [ Maglor says gravely, but then he smiles ]

We would need a forge on board, but if we manage that, then you would be most welcome.

[He knows that non-weapons have a hard time with war, but he still wrinkles his nose at the sentiment.]

Thanks... Uh, the name's Doudanuki Masakuni. What's yours?

Well met, Doudanuki Masakuni. Maglor, at your service. Is there a name you prefer to be called?

[He shrugs.]

Doudanuki's fine. Some people called me Doutanuki 'cause of a stageplay, but it doesn't bother me whichever one you wanna use.

Maglor, huh? Where you from? That name doesn't sound like anything I've heard before.

Doudanuki, then. [ Maglor nods and laughs softly ]

Nor does yours! But few do, here. I do not think you will know the lands of my birth - but I was born in Valinor, although these days I wander the lands of Eriador, in Middle-earth.

Yeah...you're right. I don't know that at all.

[He's blunt, but at least he's honest??]

I was forged in Japan. Some of my blades went as far as America, but I don't really remember that very well.

...

Guess that's just gibberish to you, huh?

As much as your names are to me, yes. [ Maglor says wryly ]

Can you tell me of your world?

[He shrugs and scratches the back of his head, looking away.]

...Can't really tell you a lot.

I was forged back about six hundred years ago, was used in a bunch of wars and battles against foreign shores and people in my own country. But then the wars ended and I got stuck in sheds and warehouses, or melted for scrap.

[He grimaces at those memories. They're unpleasant, but it's the truth.]

Recently I got brought back in this body to fight a war again, but I don't see a lot of the outside world still. Too busy fightin' or stayin' at the Citadel.

What about you? The Valin..place or the other one, Middle-Earth?

I suppose that would be a problem, if you had no physical body, then. [ Maglor agrees ]

I am sorry to hear you were so ill treated! A good blade ought to be properly cared for. But perhaps now you will have your chance to see the world around you, even though this is not your own.

[ He pauses, and there is something painfully wistful ]

Valinor was beautiful. I suppose you could even call it paradise, of a sort. But I love Middle-earth very much, although many of my memories there are coloured in pain. But it is beautiful, and in some places, still very wild. There is much to see there, and all her peoples contribute something to her nature.

Yeah, the body thing's only, uh...about a year or two old.

[But he shrugs off the apology. It's just the thing that happens to swords that aren't considered valuable or important. He had no cultural importance, no aesthetic value, not even any real historical ties. He needs a war to be useful, to be necessary and needed. Otherwise, it's just forge fires and rust.]

But what d'you mean "was" beautiful. Is that Valinor place no longer around?

[ .... dawww precious baby ahem ]

So very young still! In this form, at least. I hope this time here will be enjoyable for you then - or at least, interesting!

[ He shrugs a little ]

It is now beyond my reach. [ He says slowly ] For I am Exile, you see. So although I hold the memory evergreen, I do not know how it has changed since I left.

[He's a fierce warrior baby, plz!!!]

Just the body - spirit's still over six hundred.

[Don't call him young, you--whatever you are!!!]

...Ah. Shit, I'm sorry. ....But uh... Maybe it's better though, to not know. Things may have gone to crap in your absence?

[That was his awkward attempt at trying to make Maglor feel...better? Maybe?]

[ Dawwww only six hundred! ]

Young still, by my count! [ Maglor murmurs softly, amused ]

And it is well - that hurt is an old one, and the scar one I am well used to. And I hope not! I have family still there, and those returning. That the home of my youth remains as joyful and glorious as I remember - that is my hope.

[He never gets it when people are super attached to things. But sure, okay. He nods and looks puzzled, but decides that as long as Maglor isn't depressed because he brought up a sore subject, things must be fine.]

So how old're you? A thousand?

Mm, the dates are hard to calculate exactly, but... I am roughly around nine thousand six hundred years of the sun, I believe.

[Holy shit, dude, you're old. And that comes from a thing that can't technically die.]

Rusted iron, you're old!

I don't think there's a spirit alive that can match that. What are you? Some kinda god?

[ Maglor laughs, a bright peal of sound ]

I suppose I rather am, aren't I? And no, no, nothing so grand! My people name ourselves Quendi the speakers, and Eldar, the people of the stars. But Men have always called us elves. We are bound to our world, you see, and so we die not of age as others do, for we will exist so long as the world does.

Well shit, so you're like...nature spirits?

[Thank the gods, he understood something in all that - star people, speaker, Quendi...stuff. He tried. He's a simple sword and really only cares about war. He tried!!!]

That's pretty interestin'. I've met a couple other spirits here, but up until now I haven't met any kind of...immortal one.

I suppose some think of us that way - but we are physical beings of flesh and blood - just... we don't age the same way as humans do.

But we can be slain - by blade or poison or grief! - just as any can.

...Grief?

You can get so sad that you just die?

[That's a new one. He's heard and see people die by the blade and by poison, but emotions?

Man, emotions suck.]

Of a sort, yes - it isn't unique to elves, although I understand it is very difficult to kill a human that way.

But... if the hurt to the spirit is deep enough, I have seen those who simply... stop.

[He doesn't quite get that, but he's not exactly great with ~emotions~ anyway.]

Having a heart sucks.

[He sighs in exasperation.]

I've never seen a human die of grief, but most of the humans I knew were killed in battle. [He huffs and scratches his head, thinking.]

But that sounds like a shitty way to go - dying 'cause you're so sad. Sorry you had to see that.

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