Yet even as hope failed Telperion bore at last upon a leafless bough one great flower of silver

[bythewaves]

Who: Maglor and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Iskaulit - Garden
When: NOW/anytime this month tbh

Video

[ Maglor is sitting in one of the rooms just off the garden in Iskaulit - a dark room, where a small little sapling is glowing. Yes. It's not your imagination. The little tree is glowing. (So is Maglor, but the fleet should be used to their glowy elves by now). ]

Milady Makie is asleep, so I thought I should make this announcement on her behalf - as per the wishes of Doctor Beverly Crusher, we thought it would be good to have a memorial in the gardens for those who leave us. The tree is still very young, but you are welcome to come and leave candles or simply to sit and remember. The gardens remain open to all, as well, despite the good Doctor leaving.

Please feel free to come and if you wish to help, anything would be welcome.

[ He reaches to turn off the feed and then pauses ]

Ah, and if anyone wishes any forgework done, the forge should be finished, soon. Please contact me, Sokka, or my brother Maedhros or cousin Fingon, if you wish anything.

Action

[ Maglor can be found anywhere in the garden, tending to basic chores, or in the room with the little sapling, singing softly to it of growing strong and bright. ]

Comments

[twilightminstrel]

[His fingers clutch at cloth before relaxing, those sobs tear at his heart and slowly he reaches out towards Maglor before pulling back again to wrap around knees, drawing them close.]

...He promised me not to abandon you again. I demanded proof.

[bythewaves]

You won't touch him again.

[ Maglor demands of him through his tears ]

He's my brother, Daeron. [ Mine to punish, mine to reward, mine to hold ]

[twilightminstrel]

[Daeron draws in a ragged breath before letting it out. His initial answer is to slowly reach out, fingers inching closer until the tips brush over Maglor's hair. Then softly he starts singing, a song of times passed. except not London shush]

He left me some things. A blanket and food...

[bythewaves]

[ lol

Maglor flinches, but lets Daeron soothe him, eventually, slowly, voice rising to twine with his ]

He was always one to care for others.

[twilightminstrel]

[He pulls away again, not forcing his touch on the other for longer than the song itself lasts. And manages to bite back the 'Not always' before it slips out.]

...I need more time to see it again.

[bythewaves]

You never saw us at our best.

[ Maglor says softly, and does not chase the withdrawn touch ]

But Maedhros will look after you, if you let him.

[twilightminstrel]

Has anyone, since you left Valinor? [His voice lacks heat. It's easier to ask that, rather than think about Maedhros wanting to look after him.]

[bythewaves]

Only each other, I think, and that probably at the beginning, before it... really sunk in. After the Nirnaeth...

[ After the Nirnaeth, Maedhros was too broken to hold them, and they were all too angry ]

[twilightminstrel]

Not the twins you...took in? [He challenges, voice still quiet.]

[bythewaves]

We tried our best but by then....

[ Ambarussa dead, another kinslaying to their name ]

We...I don't know. We loved them but....

[twilightminstrel]

You were broken. [More and less than now, he thinks.]

Did they love you?

[bythewaves]

I... yes, I think they did. I am sorry.