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[castintoflames]

Who: Maedhros
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Not right off the bat, but that can change in the threads.
When: Early Evening.

(Trimming hair is easier said than done, but the tall Elf has done an...admirable...job? Shhh don't tell him it's uneven in parts. He sets down a pair of scissors and cocks his head, peering at himself in a mirror.)

I must have been...angled...incorrectly. (His left hand doesn't quite smack his face, but it does try to cover it as his ears go red.)

It was getting too long, you see. I became tangled in it every morn and the brushing of it was a painful business.

(Clearly annoyed, he grabs a brush, sets about smoothing it and puts it all in a ponytail. Some of the strands are rebellious, however, and fall out of the ribbon to frame his face. The tickling sensation annoys him more and he tries to tuck them, instead, behind his ears. His mangled ear doesn't make a proper perch for the copper strands and some of them fall right back where they started.)

Aica umbar!

Comments

[castintoflames]

(Adorable. He grins and shakes his head.)

I know you will be successful. Shall I bring along your vuvuzela to complete the song?

[bythewaves]

[ Not!!! ]

[ He makes a face at the thought ]

I don't want to encourage whatever spirit is living in there.

[castintoflames]

(Is too. He grins.) Perhaps they only seek a friend?

[bythewaves]

[ NOT!!

The face gets worse ]

I don't care, it sounds terrible.

[castintoflames]

(Is too is too is too!

Aw, sweet Kano. He chuckles.)

It is only too enthusiastic.

[bythewaves]

[ notnotnotnot!

Still making faces ]

It is an inanimate object.

[castintoflames]

(Cute faces. Maedhros is very happy to see them.)

Is it?

[bythewaves]

[ INDIGNANT HUFFING ]

It is a terrible sounding inanimate object and I refuse to dignify whatever warped sense of humor posesses it.

[ HUFF ]

[castintoflames]

Now, now, that isn't any way to treat a guest, unwelcome or not. I thought I taught you better.

(He kisses Maglor's cheek to throw him off-guard.)

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor pauses taken off guard by the kiss as expected, and frowns at his brother ]

It's not a guest it's an annoyance! [ He manages to protest ]

[castintoflames]

Have you wondered why it likes you so much? (He doesn't - can't - frown back, but he tries to hold in his grin.)

[bythewaves]

Because it is annoying

[ Maglor huffs and then hisses indignantly ]

It followed me! [ Because yes, the vuvuzela is sitting on the bench behind Maedhros ]

[castintoflames]

(He tuts and picks the vuvuzela up.)

Would you be so harsh with a little student?

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor glares at it and visibly inches away ]

Yes!

[castintoflames]

Makalaurë‎. (Disapproving older brother has been initiated!) I do not believe that.

[bythewaves]

Fine, maybe not. [ Still inching backwards ]

But it isn't a student. It's a ... a... a Thing!

[castintoflames]

A little instrument that only knows dissonant sounds. If only a wise Bard could teach it better or give it a new form!

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor looks at him flatly ]

Nelyo it's an instrument, it can only make one sound.

[castintoflames]

Why must that sound be annoying? The horns of Men only make one sound.

[bythewaves]

Because it's mean! [ yes we have indeed degenerated to that level ]

[castintoflames]

I'm sure he didn't mean that, little one. (Maedhros pats the vuvuzela.)

[bythewaves]

I totally did. [ SULKING ]

[castintoflames]

I think you need a nap. (If you are going to act like a child...)

[bythewaves]

Dun wanna. [ SULKING IS INTENSIFYING

...


but.


there's a gleam in his eyes that says

"Make me" ]

[castintoflames]

Am I going to have to tuck you in? (He places a hand on his hip, expression stern.)