Why you should never give an elf a Vuvuzela, a treatise

[bythewaves]

Who: Maglor and all of you
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Huntress
When: Right Now

[ The gift basket got a curious look, and Maglor fished idly through it before uncovering some odd instruments.

Which he tries.

So sorry, everyone on the Huntress, you just got disturbed by the most annoying sound in the world

Later on, he'll also try some of the other instruments, which will lead to the whole Fleet being "treated" to ... well something rather unexpected from an elf ]

Comments

(Action)

[bythewaves]

[ He nods, accepting that ]

I suppose we were.

[ He grins and wriggles free of his brother's arms, knowing what will happen ]

You are my brother - you should be used to me waking you up with loud noises by now!

(Action)

[castintoflames]

Do not run away from me! (Maedhros is in swift pursuit, ready to poke and tickle.) That does not mean it is welcome or acceptable! My hearing is delicate too, you know.

Re: (Action)

[bythewaves]

I don't want to be tickled!

[ Maglor objects with a laugh, dodging Maedhros' reaching fingers ]

And you mean I have no innured you to loud sounds yet? Clearly, I must try harder!

(Action)

[castintoflames]

But that is your punishment!

(Maedhros smirks and follows still, trying to foresee the direction of said dodging.)

Clearly, you must stop or I will tickle you until you can't speak each and every time!

Re: (Action)

[bythewaves]

But I don't want it!

[ It is a small room, and they know each other very well - Maedhros will catch him eventually, but Maglor means to make him work for it ]

This assumes I will allow you to catch me!

(Action)

[castintoflames]

It is a shame...

We know each other so well!

(Maedhros dives and lifts Maglor off of his feet, laughing richly.)

(Action)

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor squawks when the inevitable happens, laughing in return and squirming to get free ]

Nooooo! Let me down!

(Action)

[castintoflames]

(Completely unrepentant, Maedhros holds him still.)

Not until you promise to be good!

(Action)

[bythewaves]

But I don't want to be good.

[ Maglor laughs, young, for a moment, with shadows banished to quiet corners ]

I want to make noise!

(Action)

[castintoflames]

Then your feet shall never touch the ground.

(He cannot help but give him a brotherly nuzzle for that laughter. It is a sweet sound.)

Only if it is pleasant.

(Action)

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor stops fighting eventually - he might break free if he truly wished it, but he doesn't, really.

He smiles up at his brother instead ]

Then what song does my king ask of his bard?

(Action)

[castintoflames]

(Maedhros might let him, but for now, he is enjoying holding onto his little - not-so-little - brother.)

Sing me one I have not heard.

(Action)

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor leans against him and hums thoughtfully ]

I haven't sung you all the Ringbearer ones, have I?

Sing me a story of heroes of the Shire
Muddling through, brave and true
Stubborn as bindweed and tough as old brier
Never too showy or grand
Year after year they persevere
Now and for always

(Action)

[castintoflames]

No, you have not. (He lowers Maglor while he sings, head tilting curiously.) I would like to meet them.

Are they truly as small as Dwarves?

Re: (Action)

[bythewaves]

Smaller! [ Maglor smiles in memory ]

The very tallest would not be over four feet.

(Action)

[castintoflames]

I would frighten them for true! (Bless them.) Are they prone to being hairy?

(Action)

[bythewaves]

Ah, I doubt that! They are a hardy folk. They would not trust you, this is true, but Hobbits do not trust Big Folk as a general rule anyway - they consider us too noisy and overly fond of causing trouble!

Which I cannot argue with, mind.

Not in the way dwarves are, no - they do not grow beards, as a rule! But their feet are quite hairy, and the soles of their feet are tough so they go barefoot.

(Action)

[castintoflames]

Big Folk... (He chuckles, already affectionate towards Hobbits and their ideas in general.) No, I cannot argue either! They are very wise for avoiding us so. The bigger we are, the more noise and fuss we make.

(His eyes widen.) Why they are the perfect creations for Yavanna, are they not?

(Action)

[bythewaves]

So they call all of us, yes! Men and Elves alike. Dwarves, too I think, although I never asked.

As to that, I don't know, but it would honestly not surprise me!

(Action)

[castintoflames]

Their children must be...very small. (Can he foster a Hobbit baby? Please?)

They sound magnificent.

Re: (Action)

[bythewaves]

I suppose they must! I have not seen their babes, but the fauntlings are braver often than their elders!

(Action)

[castintoflames]

(His lips twitch helplessly.) I know what will happen to them should they cross our paths and be without parents.

(Action)

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor laughs at him ]

Are you wanting a babe of your own, brother mine? You would have to get past the uncles, and aunts, and cousins, and second cousins....

(Action)

[castintoflames]

The obstacles do not dissuade me! (No baby will be more loved.) Do not tell me you would say no?

(Action)

[bythewaves]

I don't think I could say no!