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[twilightminstrel]

Who: Daeron
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Heron
When: Now!

[One of the newest passengers of the fleet jerks out of the bed he'd woken on and slams back against the cold steel. On second glance, ignoring the quiet gasps for breath, one can see delicately pointed ears peeking through silver hair, along with wide grey eyes before the elf- yes, another one- holds his breath, then slowly exhales a shaky breath as he forces some meager semblance of calm. He frowns, gaze falling to the red light blinking at him, and places a hand over the screen, effectively ending the transmission.

Not that it lasts long, as just as Daeron regains some sense of self and begins to absorb some of the new knowledge running through his head, he's transferred to another ship! He shakes his head slightly, hands clenching as he finds himself staring at a room- the bridge- with another screen watching him. Judging him. Pain and grief touch his gaze before flowing away like water.

He steels his nerve after casting a glance over his shoulder towards the stars, and stares back at the screen with feigned calm, brittle enough that even a breath could shatter it.]

A minstrel among the stars has a certain ring to it. Is it a reward or a punishment, to be separated from worlds of green and living water and air?

Comments

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor looks very doubtful at that but he does not query the point - if Daeron thinks Thingol can convince an eagle that's his business ]

Do you need anything here? As I said, for me it...has been some time.

[twilightminstrel]

[So many doubts hang over them both. But this is one that Daeron's held close for too long to just let go, that if Thingol really wanted him somewhere he'd find a way to tell him.

He lets out a quiet breath.]

I have only just arrived. I hardly know what I need or not.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor nods, understanding ]

Whenever you need to ask - you need but call. These machines are a marvel, and certainly easier to use than palantir. [ He adds wryly ]

[twilightminstrel]

[Daeron hums quietly, agreeing with the comment. He's already learned much about these machines, both by the start of experimentation, and by the small device implanted in his head.] But colder.

[He won't forget the offer.]

[bythewaves]

Machines always are. Although the ships have their own songs, too.

[ He doesn't doubt that Daeron will learn to hear them, too. ]

[twilightminstrel]

Few things don't.

[bythewaves]

Will you be alright?

[twilightminstrel]

[A quiet sound, almost a scoff. Aborted.]

Are you?

[bythewaves]

Nelyo is here. [ Maglor says simply. So he's alright. Because Maedhros needs him to be alright. ]

[twilightminstrel]

[Part of him is insanely jealous then, and he's silent for a long moment. Maglor isn't alone anymore, but Daeron is.]

...Don't let him go.

[bythewaves]

I won't.

[ For both their sakes, since Daeron has no one ]

I promise.

[twilightminstrel]

[They don't have to say it to know it. And he doesn't say good-bye, or any sort of fare-thee-well. Just a quiet sound, almost a hum of acceptance, and a quiet click as the link is closed.]