(Voice)

[twilightminstrel]

Who: Daeron
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Huntress
When: Evening 9/13

[The soft voice of one of the Huntress' resident elves pipes up one evening, mingling with the sound of a harp. Unlike his usual songs, as those who know him would realize, Daeron sings in the Common Tongue, and there's a clear note of wistful memory and almost joy.]

Her limbs were white,
Her hair like night,
Her BZZZZZ!

[A rather horrid noise, now painfully familiar around the Huntress, interrupts and ends his song, and the feed- he might be a bit busy shutting the vuvuzela up to answer immediately!]

Comments

[twilightminstrel]

[He better ;.; Daeron's ears are still ringing!

He holds the vuvuzela out, glad that at least his hands aren't shaking.]

It startled me, that is all. [and interrupted his praise of Luthian shhhhh]

...Does it often make such a loud sound around you? [Maybe he should stay closer? >>]

[bythewaves]

[ He's sorry, let him make it better?

Maglor takes it off him quickly ]

It likes doing that - it did it to poor Keith too. It doesn't normally do that to me unless I ignore it for a while though.

[twilightminstrel]

[Only because Maglor knows just how to braid hair. And make him relax.

Daeron flinches slightly.] ...Keith has been through enough. I hope he can rest...

I think you are fortunate that it likes you.

[bythewaves]

[ Daeron can do the same! Fair is fair! ]

He is a good lad. [ And Keith will probably kick him for thinking of him that way ANYWAY ]

I do not know about "fortunate", as it most often haunts me! But at the least, I can control it for a time.

[twilightminstrel]

[He does so happily! He likes Maglor's hair.]

He is. If...unusual, even for those of men.

[The slightest smirk graces Daeron's lips.] Which is more than some of the rest of us can say.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor likes Daeron's better ]

He is young. [ Maglor shrugs, amused ] They are all a little odd at that age, so far as I can tell.

[ Maglor ducks, abashed ]

Better than nothing, I suppose. Tea?