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

[noprophecies]

That is more than most know, if I am being honest.

[no she's just being mean. Her smile widens a bit]

I use magic, so I suppose I cheat a bit. But I know some about the proper way to grow things.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor chuckles ]

Truly? The water bit is not so hard to surmise, I would have thought! And since I have no magic, I have only this as a recourse, eh?

[noprophecies]

You would think that, but when it comes to some, I wonder if they even know to water themselves, let alone plants.

[she tilts her head] You've no magic at all?

[bythewaves]

That is a highly disturbing thought.

[ He says dryly and shakes his head ]

No - not as you and many others here seem to have. I can hear the Song of the World and coax it a little to do things that might seem like magic, but that is Art, not magic.

[noprophecies]

People can be quite foolish.

[and she can be very mean, even in her jokes. She tilts her head, though, curious]

If I may ask, is that common for your people? Though, I would also call it magic of a kind, just not . . . mm, traditional.

[bythewaves]

Not quite to my extent - there are, so far as I know, only a few others who can hear the song as we bards hear it, and I only ever met one of my skill - Daeron of Doriath. He is here, you might have heard him in the garden.

But all my folk can hear, at least in part, something of the Song.

[noprophecies]

I have not met him yet, though I have likely heard him. [her lips purse]

It is fascinating, how alike and different our worlds are. Elves, where I am from - they all have some magic to them, though those like my cousin prefer to focus on their archery or other skills.

[bythewaves]

If you came in via the gardens, you have. [ Maglor smiles ] Although you might not have realised you did - he's much more a creature of the woods than I, and his songs are far wilder.

Also he's new, and a little frightened of this place.

[ Maglor hums thoughtfully ] It is, isn't it? Although as I said, none of my folk would consider this magic, only Art - and you could find it manifest in the forges as the smiths sang to metal of the shapes and strengths they wanted, as in the gardens, like how Daeron is doing now, coaxing green things to grow.

[noprophecies]

I cannot say I blame him, for being frightened. It takes quite a bit to adjust, if you are not of a place with the things seen here.

[she quirks a smile at the thought of smiths singing] The only thing I've heard smiths sing are the curses they spout when one catches them on a bad day.

We have bards, and they have power over their song, but I do not think it is the same. There is no . . . mm, song that all elves hear, nor my kind.

[bythewaves]

Nor I.

[ Maglor laughs softly at that ]

Oh you will hear that too. Father had a most impressive vocabulary, although he tried not to use it around us when we were younger. And that is a little sad, I suppose - I wish everyone could hear it, in truth, for despite the marring, it is beautiful.

[noprophecies]

Hah. My parents never cursed in front of me; I learned my foul mouth from the men I would work with. [to think, she was once a proper lady . . . at least when it came to that] We are able to "hear" the trees, just . . . it is not a song. It is a language.

[bythewaves]

Ah, but is music not a language of it's own? I think that means your folk probably do hear it, you know. Just not quite the same way as we do. And even amongst my folk, people like Daeron and I are exception, rather than the rule.

[noprophecies]

[she hums, lip quirking wryly] I've not spoken to one of my kind in a long time, but I know they do hear what I do.

. . . my cousin . . . he has a good ear for that sort of thing. [she taps her own ear] He can hear far more than I can.

[bythewaves]

[ He nods ]

That is so with us, as well - my older brother Nelyo is quite... 'deaf' to most of it, as it were - for him the hearing is more an instictive knowing than anything he can shape. But our younger brother Curufin heard the Song of the Forge from very young - father was frankly quite delighted to have a son who could do so.

[noprophecies]

That is . . . good, then? That he can hear that Song? [she purses her lips] I know that in my mother's family, they are all skilled when it comes to . . . mm, things like that. They are made up of healers and warriors, so it is something passed down, I suppose.

[bythewaves]

Father thought so! But we all of us had our own gifts and talents, which is as it should be, I think! But some things definitely are.

[noprophecies]

A good variety, I'm sure. [she shrugs a shoulder] I am an only child, so I do not know much about that sort of thing. Only word of mouth and all.

[bythewaves]

Well I think if you look at it, even putting aside that most parents will teach their children their own craft, you do seem to see that certain things seem to run in families, you know?

[ Maglor says thougtfully ] So there must be something to the thought that things can be passed on in the blood.

[noprophecies]

[she hums a bit, amused] Such as tempers? Because I know mine comes from my mother.

Aside from magic, of course. I know that is passed down - the noblemen make a rather big deal about it, at least the human ones.

[bythewaves]

Considering the sort of tempers in my family I would say so. [ maglor winces in fond memory ] Ai, but the shouting some days!

[noprophecies]

Goodness. [she can't help the chuckle that escapes] Mother never raised her voice, but she had a tone about her that did not welcome argument. Father, on the other hand, was . . . what is the term, "laid back"? I only ever saw him angry once or twice.

[bythewaves]

Both my parents had tempers. [ Maglor remembers ]

Father was the forest fire, but Mother the Volcano, slow to build, but you did not want to be in the way when it erupted! And all of us had tempers of our own, to one degree or another! It was certainly never a quiet house.

[noprophecies]

Ah, Mother was like that as well. She was from a noble family, so she always kept herself in check, but if one angered her - you did not want to be anywhere nearby when she exploded. She had a tone that could shatter glass.

[a puff of amusement] I have earned a reputation for my temper back home.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor chuckles softly ]

She sounds like she might have gotten on with my mother, although Nerdanel was a blacksmith's daughter, not a highborn lady. Ai, but the scandal when Father wed her! But that they loved each other no one doubted.

I am widely regarded as the "calm" one of my brothers, but you can ask Maedhros about my tantrums!

[noprophecies]

Mm, she may have. Mother did not care much for one's status; she was highborn, but she rarely spent time with others from those families. And she fell in love with my father, and he was anything but highborn.

[she hums] I cannot picture it, I'm afraid.