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[twilightminstrel]

Who: Daeron
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Heron if people decide to barge into his room XD
When: A day after they all return from the Marsiva

[A shuddering breath is the first indication anything is wrong as pale hands pull out a picture of a rather lovely elven maiden. Daeron's hands shake and he places it carefully beside his bed, on the small table there.

There are no words, and the feed eventually times out, but not before viewers are treated to the lovely sight of a ukulele and harmonica just waiting to be played along with the rest of the by-now expected gifts. Not even the leaf-wrapped travel-bread (lembas) are touched.]

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[castintoflames]

(This might be the most unwelcome barging, but Maedhros pays no mind to that fact. He enters Daeron's room, picks up the ukulele and attempts to play it. Badly.

Come on, little Elf, don't look so sad.)

[twilightminstrel]

[Daeron's curled up in a miserable ball on his bed, staring at the picture by the time Maedhros arrives. Not even a kinslayer barging in without invitation gets much of a reaction, but when the very bad playing begins, he stirs to frown in confusion.]

...What...?

[castintoflames]

(Clearly this is the time for the harmonica! Maedhros sets the ukulele aside and blows into the small instrument curiously.

That was almost something, right?)

[twilightminstrel]

[He wrinkles his nose and pushes himself up, finally tearing his gaze from Luthien's image to stare at the Feanorian.]

...I would think even you could do better... Here. [The bard in him can't just let this pass! So he reaches to take the poor abused harmonica from Maedhros.]

[castintoflames]

(He doesn't look in the least bit ashamed as he holds out the harmonica. Mission accomplished?)

I have been told I am immune to music lessons. (Shame. These look like fun! And he rather likes Maglor's vuvuzela.)

[twilightminstrel]

[Daeron looks down at the harmonica for a moment, just holding it, studying it trying to figure out all its secrets even before playing it

He almost even smiles, gaze half flicking up at Maedhros.]

If Maglor told you so, I can hardly say otherwise.

[castintoflames]

No one can have all the talents they wish. (He chuckles and plucks one of the ukulele's strings.) He does say I can sing.

[twilightminstrel]

[A shudder and he nods slightly.]

Would you...sing for me?

[castintoflames]

(His deep voice lends itself to song easily enough. He closes his eyes and a sonorous sound will fill the room, ringing against the walls. Even though the piece he chooses is lighter than most, there is always a hint of sorrow behind the notes.)

[twilightminstrel]

[Daeron listens intently, it's easier to focus on another than on the picture just at his side. Easier to relax to music. Only when Maedhros' song ends does he lift the harmonic to his lips and experiments with various notes and scales before slipping into an attempt at a cheerful tune.]

[castintoflames]

(The song brings with it good memories - of happy little brothers and cousins galavanting around a garden. Maedhros holds the images dear to his heart and when he opens his eyes, the blue of his irises is softer. He grins at Daeron's addition, thrilled to see the young Elf thriving.)

Much better.

[twilightminstrel]

[The forced cheer dies quickly though, and he lets the instrument drop to his lap as he stares at Maedhros.]

Why do you care?

[castintoflames]

(This one is changeable indeed. Maedhros dislikes how difficult Daeron is to read, but he is determined to keep trying to navigate these waters.)

Why should I not?

[bythewaves]

[ Oh. Oh dear.

Maglor doesn't know how to help, but he creeps over to the Heron and sits outside his door, singing to him, sweet and soft, the ocean to his wood ]

[twilightminstrel]

[Wood which weeps in the rustle of remembered wind and rain shushing through branches and leaves. The Sea wiggles through sorrow to draw him out after a long few minutes of mind bogged down. He stumbles to the door before sinking down to lean against it, strength spent in the effort.

He doesn't deserve it! But he clings to that song and tries to draw strength from it, unable to respond yet.]

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor can wait. He knows how badly it hurts. Like the sea which holds his heart, he sits and sings and offers comfort ]

[twilightminstrel]

[Eyes closed, he listens and lets himself lean into the familiar music. And eventually draws enough strength to reach up and pull the door open before collapsing against Maglor.]

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor is ready for him, opening his arms to drag him close, wrap him in song ]

I'm here. Don't follow her.

[twilightminstrel]

[Maglor knows him so well. Breath shudders out and he burrows into him.]

But she calls...Even here.

[bythewaves]

I know. But she is gone beyond all of us.

[twilightminstrel]

Then why is she brought back to where I hear her?

[bythewaves]

I don't know. But we walk in memory. You and I both know how real that can seem.

[twilightminstrel]

[He sighs and slowly pulls away.] Our ghosts walk where no others dare.

[bythewaves]

Mm. [ Maglor doesn't attempt to hold him, letting Daeron decide how much he's able to accept ]

But ghosts they remain, if powerful ones.