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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.

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There is too much water. [ Maglor murmurs softly from nearby ]

But Ulmo is not here, the Song ... lacks.

Stay near, brother. (Maedhros reaches for him.)

It is only different. I wish I could hear it with you.

At least one of you is enjoying this place.

[Says the guy who just had to drag Maglor back across the entire map after a particularly long walk in a trance.]

And the water ain't all that refreshin' unless you're made of flesh and blood.

You speak of Kano. (Yes, he knows. Bless his brother.) He has good reason to be haunted by the sea.

(He frowns faintly.) I suppose. I cannot say otherwise as I mostly am.

[What the hell?]

Who the hell is Kano? [Because he is very confused now.]

My brother. (Elves have many, many names.) You likely know him as Maglor, yes?

Oh, yeah, Maglor.

I caught him before he wandered into a monster infested temple and brought him back.

[But--]

Why do you call him Kano? Is it some kinda nickname?

You have my thanks for seeing to him. (Monster infested, hm? He doesn't look happy about that fact.) One of his names is Kanafinwë. Kano is a shortened form.

I know.

[ Maglor moves over obligingly ]

I wish you could too - but then you might be as trapped as I.

(He gathers him in his arms, not drawing him from the water but also not letting him drift too far.)

You know what a poor musician I am! Even if I could hear it, I would not hear the subtleties as you do.

[Great, so not only 9000 years old, but he also has a bunch of names.]

...I'm just gonna stick to Maglor.

Besides, he's my only forgemaster right now so I need him in case I get injured. I think I saw you at the forges, right? Didn't get a chance to say hello. Dunno, if he said anything about me but I'm Doudanuki Masakuni, the war sword.

(Maglor is technically much older than Maedhros now, which is strange too.)

He will not mind.

(Forgemaster, hm?)

I can work in the Forge too if you need more work done. Our father taught us both. (Though his craft is slower thanks to his hand. He is relearning, however.)

Well met, Doudanuki. I am Maedhros, the older brother.

[ Maglor doesn't fight, letting Maedhros support him ]

As always, brother mine, you underestimate yourself! But I am better, I will not deny.

If you did deny it, I would call you a liar! (He splashes him playfully.)

I just need to make sure I got someone here who can repair me if I get chipped or scratched. My injuries will mostly heal on their own, but damage to my blade leaves the wound around until the blade's repaired.

[And, you know, he likes you guys. So don't go dying/disappearing/wandering into some hellhole temple, please.]

Mae...dhros. [He is trying really hard with that name.] Right, uh, well met. He talks about you sometimes, but it's good to actually say hi.

Understandable. (Though he wants to ask how a weapon - a blade - can be a person. Yet that seems rude and he knows better. Magic can do many a thing he thought impossible.) I would not mind repairing you if you give me your trust. I know my brother would aid me in such a task - or I would aid him. We work well together, he and I.

(They had no other choice and that partnership originally bloomed from brotherly love. It's sad that it became a burden - a consequence of their damned oath.)

You may call me Nelyo if that is easier. (Short for Nelyafinwë.) What does he say?

If I can trust Maglor, then I can trust you. [He hopes] I saw the blade you made earlier - the skill was what I'd need. Hopefully you guys can repair as well as you can craft.

[And he'll...try that. Nelyo is easier to say that Maedhros, but which is...more proper he wonders? Why do they have so many names akjd;fa]

Uh, I'll call you whichever one you prefer. He just talks about home sometimes and that you an' him were the oldest of all your family.

[ Maglor squawks and then splashes back ]

I would never deny that gift!

We do, more oft than not, travel as a pair. (Maedhros's temper is far worse than Maglor's, but he needn't get into that. It has been quiet for some time now and he prays it remains so.) We can; you have my word.

(They have seen to their own weapons for many years.)

We are the first and second son of Fëanor. Praise and vitriol have been relayed towards us for that fact, though none of it need concern you.

Thanks.

[He shrugs and his armor clinks softly.]

Eh, whatever you guys did, it doesn't really bother me. I served a lot of people over the years, some of 'em were borin' and some of 'em let me kill things. So I don't got room or really care to judge.

(He shakes wet hair from his face, grinning.)

As you should not! My darling brother, singing in his cradle to keep himself calm and content!

What we did should not be put into words. You were in the command of others; we were in the command of ourselves. (The carnage was not lessened for that sake.)

I don't see the big deal about it, except that people get kinda twitchy when you talk about killing.

[Which is entirely what the deal is, but sword morality is vague at best.]

Swords are made for killing. If you don't use 'em, why make 'em?

There is a difference between killing and murdering.

(The end is the same, but the weight - the guilt - is not.)

I would rather use them in defense; not hunting, not pillaging.

I guess so.

[That's the part only humans and those who wielded him had to worry about. He just wanted to kill things in the service of some cause, whatever it was.]

I mean it's all the same to a sword what you use us for - as long as we get used, the rest isn't such a huge problem to us.

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