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Who: Maedhros
Broadcast: Fleetwide~
Action: On the S.S. Huntress.
When: Friday morning.

The best secrets are never told; they are buried down deep and killed before they reach the lips.

(His family has many such secrets and he has added a vault or two of his own to them. He also knows the power of denial. A secret can't hurt if you believe it isn't real.)

I am experienced with secrets and lies. There are not any that could hurt me now. However...

Those rumors relating to my family shall do them no harm. If they were heard, you will forget them.

(There is a steely glint to his eyes now; threatening, mad.)

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(Maedhros looks on the verge of arguing, but Maglor knows what he might say. He gives an awkward shrug.) You might say the same for yourself but that does not change my reaction.

(He shudders and closes his eyes, envisioning thousands of stars overhead on a cloudless Arda night. In his visions of perfection, he is ringed by family; all of whom are enjoying the sight at his side.)

[ Maglor has no skill with osanwe, mind forever too full of music to be able to reach beyond. But like this, when he Sings, he can follow his brother's thoughts, his brother's heart, and his Song shifts, a memory of nights far from Tirion, on the edges of Aman where the Treelight was dim, and firelight flickering on beloved faces, voices blending in joyful laughter and teasing.

A happier time for them all ]

(His tension melts away as his mind drifts to those memories. He can hear the wind and sense the presence of all of his family gathered about him. There is no worry of safety; no threat to their peace. A small smile tugs insistently at his lips.)

I have not played the flute in so long.

[ Maglor smiles, proud in knowing he can do this, ease his brother's worries, even if just for a time ]

You could try picking up a whistle, maybe.

(He hums and shrugs a shoulder.) Those days are in the past. I will leave the tunes to you.

You can still sing, brother mine. [ Maglor smiles at him fondly ]

I still love your voice.

My voice cannot touch the stars, but I suppose I am content if it touches your heart. (Humble desires are not celebrated enough.)

[ Maglor's eyes are very fond ]

You touch my heart without needing to try, Nelyo. I have no need of stars when you are here.

Would you like to sit with me as we watch them again? (They have a special place for that and he will sing for his brother.)

[ Maglor nods eagerly ]

Have you the time?

I have plenty of time for you. (He chuckles.) I will meet you there?

I will see you shortly!

[ And sure enough, Maglor is there, in their favourite nook, waiting ]

(Maedhros has to stop on the way to grab some drinks for them. If he is to sing, he will not have it be a half-hearted, thirsty attempt. Then he is walking into the nook and setting the bottles down.)

What would you like to hear? If I were to sing...

[ Maglor's eyes light at the anticipation of his brother singing ]

Our star song. [ He teases impishly ] But truly, whatever you like, Nelyo.

(He sits down and clears his throat.) I cannot possibly replicate your voice... (Even so, he closes his eyes and lets the melody come to him. His voice is deep and it resonates pleasantly. The song he chooses comes from Valinor; from deep within his memory when they were simply brothers enjoying the cool night air by a fire.)

You do not have to - Nelyo is Nelyo, and Kano loves his brother's voice.

[ He smiles and curls next to Maedhros, leaning against him, and lets himself be carried on the song with a sigh ]

(He wraps his arms around him, pressing his cheek against the dark hair. The song comes from the heart and he loses himself in it too, only coming back to himself when it concludes.)

Was that acceptable?

[ Maglor sighs happily, curled in his arms ]

More than acceptable. Thank you Nelyo.

How was your day? (Or what they called days in space. He smiles at the sigh, gently touching Maglor's hands, checking his scars.)

[ The scars are, for now, quiescent, silvery and not red, although some show signs of being split, testament to the fact that Maglor is using them for music more often ]

Good. I like this place - there is much music, here.

(He runs his thumb over them, frowning at the splits. The skin will heal and Maglor might have greater mobility. Even so...)

I would like to hear what you hear.

[ At least he does not seem to be in pain? Although Maglor barely reacts to the touches, as if sensation is dulled ]

I wish you could too, Nelyo. It was always so frustrating when I was younger.

(He brings the hand, scars and all to his lips, kissing the abused skin.)

The faces you would make! I tried my hardest to hear; I continue still to try.

[ Maglor lets him, docilely, smiling at him ]

Maybe one day, Nelyo, but until then I will sing them for you.

With our luck, I will manage it at Arda's last moments. (He nuzzles the hand, remembering when it was much smaller.)

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