(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!]

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[bythewaves]

[ Ah, that familiar refrain...

Maglor doesn't even bother with the network, bolting out his room to find Daeron ]

Daeron! Are you alright?

(Video)

[castintoflames]

Has my wayward child caused you frustration, Daeron? (Yes, Maedhros has adopted it. Shhh.)

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[tempredmental]

[Keith was walking past, sort of used to the singing elves now, so he didn't think much of someone playing a harp and singing a song somewhere on the ship until-

BZZZZ

That horrible noise got him to stop dead in his tracks, frozen for a second...

He slowly turned around. Sure enough, he spotted Daeron grabbing the offensive red plastic horn to get it to stop. Keith had been on his way to the Iskaulit to train a bit in the bigger gym with his laser sword. He pulled the currently deactivated handle from his pocket and walked over.]

I know Maglor said he tried stabbing it already, but I wouldn't mind trying again.

[twilightminstrel]

[This is somehow your fault, Maglor, he knows it :| Daeron's bolting for the cargo hold only to stop still at the sight of his fellow bard, hand tight around the cursed/haunted/thatdamnthing!]

...Yes?

[twilightminstrel]

[...Of course he had.

Daeron takes a good couple minutes before sitting back down, the 'instrument' blessedly silent, and huffs out a breath.]

You could make an effort to teach it better manners.

[twilightminstrel]

[Keith has had much practice by now, poor guy.

He's sorry? Daeron was just trying to sing a pretty song about the most beautiful elf he's ever known!

He pauses at the offer, and studies the man for a moment- it doesn't need much thinking, really.]

I welcome the attempt. [He sets the vuvuzela down and backs away to watch, just in case it tried to escape again.]

[bythewaves]

[ .... oops? He'll make it up to Daeron with hair braiding? ]

Oh... I'm sorry. Here, I'll take it. It seems to behave for a little while if it's in my room.

[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?

[castintoflames]

(With Maglor treating the poor thing so badly, Maedhros can't help taking up for it. This is the basis of their brotherly quarrels. No, really.)

They are slow to learn, but enthusiastic, I would say!

[tempredmental]

[So, yeah... okay then. Keith activated the double blade, and then, not knowing what to expect, really, because he hadn't seen the first stabbing, he took a swing at it. He sliced across, aiming to cut it in half.]