Let's just call this the OTA Catchall March post shall we?

[bythewaves]

Who: Maglor + ANYONE
What: various Citadel stuff + whatever
When: Day 417-... let's say the Burning Bridges event
Where: Citadel + Park/Pub/wherever you like
Rating: ...there is scripted violence, so PG I guess?

(ooc: several existing scenarios + come poke me now that I'm officially off hiatus YAY also I now have a plurk that I don't know what to do with here: http://www.plurk.com/bookwormfaith )

Option 1: Sparring with Elrond - closed to Elrond, but you can come watch & comment on two Elf-lords going to town on each other after if you like

Option 2: Training Alice the Elder - ....prrrrrobably closed to Alice and maybe Elrond, but again, if folk would like to watch or comment...

Option 3: The Park - he's usually by the lake, singing. Yes really. Especially late at night when the stars are out. Open as heck come bug him.

Option 4: The Pub - He's here if he's not at the park, also singing (he doesn't have much of a life outside music, I'm sorry) - one thread def. closed to Merlin, else come bug him

Option 5: Choose your own adventure - OTA obviously

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[bythewaves]

Her two boys they take, as hostage, as weregild, as amends, neither of the Two can tell. Yet love grows between them, and the boys call their captors Father, and so Maglor knows that they have to let them go. A star rises in the West, shining with the light of the Jewel, and the Two know that one is beyond their reach forever, and that light heralds the final war, as the Gods leave Paradise to fight their fallen brother. In the end, the world lies broken, the lands they once knew falling into the sea, but the Enemy is overthrown at last, and the Jewels are reclaimed. But not by the Two.

They come alone, this time, unwilling to curse any more of their people, and the Gods let them take the Jewels, and to their horror the Two learn that for all their sins the gems themselves reject them, and burn their hands. Disparing and fey, Maedhros flees from his brother, and throws himself and the jewel into a chasm in the earth, and the Two are now One, and Maglor screams his grief and loss and throws the last into the sea.

His voice is cracked and breaking, and the scars on his right hand have split when he is done, yet Maglor's eyes are dry of tears (they are empty, as if all his life had gone into the telling). "So ends the Noldolante, the tale of the Fall of the House of Feanor."

[dragonspeak]

Though Maglor may not possess his original talents in Asgard, his voice nevertheless captures his audience, leaving them spellbound as the tale unfolds. Merlin can hardly recall sipping at the drink while he's listening, and he couldn't tell if it had the warming, soothing effect on him such spirits should. Maglor's song is undoubtedly beautiful, but the tale is filled with such sorrow and loss, Merlin surfaces from it with what feels like an emptiness in his chest.

So ends the Noldalante, the tale of the Fall of the House of Feanor.

Words seem insufficient in the silence that follows these words. Instead, Merlin puts his hand on Maglor's, healing the newly opened scars with his magic. Hopefully that carries across the sentiment he feels.

[bythewaves]

Slowly, slowly, Maglor pulls himself back from the memories of blood and fire, his ghosts lingering close tonight. Merlin's hand on his breaks the trance a little, drawing him back to the present.

He manages a smile from somewhere, although it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Thank you, my friend."

He sighs, and draws the other hand across his eyes, suddenly seeming old and weary and diminished. "And now you know. I do not know how long I wept there, mourning by the sea, nor how I survived the years, although I being to suspect the Valar's hand in that. My next clear memory is the ships leaving for Numemor, the Silmaril gleaming above them, and realizing my Elros was at the helm of the main ship, tall and kingly."