A promise made is a promise kept. Even... weird ones.

[bythewaves]

Who: Maglor and you
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Huntress
When: Now

[ The video flips on to Maglor carefully setting his communicator down. He waves at the camera. ]

This is for Vash.

[ He tells everyone cheerfully and then backs away, gesturing behind him, to where a vuvuzela sits calmly on a table. Nothing special to see here. He walks away, from the communicator, picks up the vuvuzela, and then the shappy mop of pink on the table, that turns out to be a wig. He straps that to the vuvuzela, comes back and picks up the communicator, and starts to walk ]

As requested, we are conducting an experiment, to see if the wig stays on.

[ He stops by the airlock, where there is a bit of fumbling around, and then the vuvuzela, complete with wig, is shown drifting off into space. The communicator stays on it until it's vanished into the distance. And then Maglor turns around, and you can hear him sigh.

The same vuvuzela, complete with wig, is lying on the floor behind him ]

And now we know.

[ CLICK. Yes. That's literally the entire reason for this post. Blame Vash. ]

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[bythewaves]

But I'm not sorry!

[castintoflames]

He's lying. (He consoles the little instrument.) My brother has a very odd sense of humor, you see.

[bythewaves]

You're putting words in my mouth!

[castintoflames]

These words should be in your mouth.

[bythewaves]

Don't want to say them!

[castintoflames]

(He sighs woefully.) Then I'm afraid I must tickle you.

[bythewaves]

You'll have to put it down first!

[castintoflames]

(Suspicious! But he sets down the vuvuzela carefully.)

Now... (Let the tickling commence!)

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor leaps away - oh no, you'll have to catch him first ]

[castintoflames]

(Very well! He gives chase, snickering at every evasion.)

Stop being so quick!

[bythewaves]

Absolutely not!

[ Maglor dodges around a table to avoid him ]

[castintoflames]

Kanafinwë Makalaurë! (Uh oh. Full name time. He is ready to toss the table aside. Elven strength is fun like that.)

[bythewaves]

[ Sadly, that tone does not work on him any more. Usually.

Maglor only backs away faster ]

[castintoflames]

(The table out of the way, Maedhros seeks to corner him, wiggling the fingers of his left hand in a silent threat.)

You are running out of room.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor sticks his tongue out and focuses on dodging out of the way ]

Not yet!

[castintoflames]

(He dodges one direction when truly planning to go another.)

You will not escape.

[bythewaves]

I can try!

[ Maglor dances out of the reach of grabbing fingers but does not see the trap ]

[castintoflames]

(And then Maedhros has him, wrapped in his arms. Laughing helplessly, he spins them.)

I'm not letting you go, Kano!

[bythewaves]

[ He squawks and clings as they spin ]

Nelyo!

[castintoflames]

(Only when he feels a bit dizzy does he set Maglor back on his feet.)

Now... Onto the tickling, hm?

[bythewaves]

Noooo~

[ Maglor squirms to get away ]

[castintoflames]

(Maedhros snickers and kisses his cheek.)

Take it bravely, Kano.

[bythewaves]

I don't feel brave!

[ Maglor retorts back fondly ]

[castintoflames]

Why ever not? You who defeat foes as if they are made of paper! (He arches a brow, gently poking at ticklish spots.)

[bythewaves]

I do not! [ Maglor wriggles away from poking fingers ]

You exaggerate, Nelyo!