Maedhros Nelyafinwë Maitimo Fëanorian ✧ Russandol (
castintoflames) wrote in
driftfleet2017-03-13 07:12 am
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Who: Maedhros
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the planet - more particularly, in the water.
When: Early morning.
(He is the first son of Fëanor and Nerdanel and he abides by no one's commands but his own. The water calls to him in the same way that the fire repels him. He remembers the agonizing burn as the Silmaril seared through his hand; he remembers how the flames and lava licked at his body, consuming him as if he were a rare treat that should not be allowed to escape. The water helps cool those memories and he makes a pretty sight, floating near one of the Water Temples, his copper locks turning dark red as they flow about him.)
I feel as if I am in the realm of Lord Ulmo; this planet would suit him nicely!
(The image shifts as he climbs out of the water and rests on the steps of a temple. He is not wearing his customary robes, but only a tunic and pants - both of which cling to him, leaving little to the imagination.)
If you have not taken the plunge, so to speak, fleet, I suggest you do so. The water is refreshing.
(For one who is plagued by images of fire and death, it must be.)
And the race that resides here is beautiful to behold. They are fond of their ornamentations and I think they wear them well.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the planet - more particularly, in the water.
When: Early morning.
(He is the first son of Fëanor and Nerdanel and he abides by no one's commands but his own. The water calls to him in the same way that the fire repels him. He remembers the agonizing burn as the Silmaril seared through his hand; he remembers how the flames and lava licked at his body, consuming him as if he were a rare treat that should not be allowed to escape. The water helps cool those memories and he makes a pretty sight, floating near one of the Water Temples, his copper locks turning dark red as they flow about him.)
I feel as if I am in the realm of Lord Ulmo; this planet would suit him nicely!
(The image shifts as he climbs out of the water and rests on the steps of a temple. He is not wearing his customary robes, but only a tunic and pants - both of which cling to him, leaving little to the imagination.)
If you have not taken the plunge, so to speak, fleet, I suggest you do so. The water is refreshing.
(For one who is plagued by images of fire and death, it must be.)
And the race that resides here is beautiful to behold. They are fond of their ornamentations and I think they wear them well.

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[ Maglor flushes, mortified ]
I did not wake everyone, did I?
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I am so embarassed....
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I didn't mean to keep you all up!
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It does not matter, toron! We love you. If it truly bothered us, do you think Atar and Ammë would encourage me to take you outside each day?
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Maybe they thought they could get some peace and quiet that way.
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The birds, or our parents?
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Oh... I... um...
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You have never been a burden.
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I feel as if I am, sometimes. You always have to look after me...
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[ Maglor leans back against him, calm for the moment ]
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As did you. I am your right hand, Nelyo. Always.
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You still have your left, after all!
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You have helped me keep it.
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I only wanted to help my brother.
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And I you, Nelyo.
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I am blessed for that alone. My Kano does not hate me.
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Never. [ He promises him ] I was very angry with you, but I could never hate you, Nelyo.
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