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WHO: Elros & you!
WHAT: Back in Kirkwal after the dragon fight, and Elros is remembering how annoying having "parents" around can be. Help a man sneak out for an unsupervised drink?
WHEN: the latter half of December
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: probably nothing, but there may or may not be family drama.

For the Family - YOU ARENT MY REAL DAD

Elros glares, paces the floor agitatedly and snarls at the confinement.

"It's a scratch! Galadriel was away, Master Anders did a good job, I'm healed! I'll not be confined to my room like a child!"

For the Neighbours and those passing by - 90 is too old to be sneaking out the room, right?

It's taken him a full two days, and Elrond would shake his head at him if he knew, but he's finally managed to wrangle time alone without one of his kinsmen in the room, and its the work of a moment to pick the lock and sneak into the corridor. The yelling and throwing things probably was heard by all around, so Elros is hoping no one is actually here to see him slide silently across the hallway, wincing as he steps on a loose floorboard and it creaks.

Maybe tomorrow he'll try climbing out the window instead.

Tavern

He's laughing, open, friendly, sharing a drink or a tale or a song or a game of dice, totally forgetting that he was meant to be quiet and careful, so as not to be found out.

"Hello stranger! Come and join us!"

Training Fields

Normally, he'd have stayed away for a little while longer, but Anders' magic healing has left him itching in his skin. He has no ship to sail, and the fishermen can only sometimes be persuaded to take him out, so the training fields it is, the longsword singing in his hands as he pushes himself.

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"Immortal, eh? That only happened to the elves of long ago, supposedly. I wonder if being in Thedas will change that for them." Skadi shrugs, not able to say one way or another but no native-born elf in Thedas is immortal now. "So, a bastard bastard then." She grins at that. "He sounds like the ultimate black sheep of the family. I'm glad he's not here to stir up shite, we've enough to go around."

"I heard something of the like, although the natives all seem to be either EXTREMELY touchy or poorly informed, which strikes me as a mess all around." Elros shrugs.

"But I know enough of my elven kin as well as the nature and ability of the Powers to know that the Gifts of the One are not easily revoked - not for Men or for the Elves. They are tied to the world, and unless Arda itself be destroyed, I do not think anything here can change that."

He grimaces. "Times a hundred. The original, if you like. He was the greatest of the Powers, once, but he sunk so much of himself into the world that on the one hand he is tied to his physical form and may be harmed in that form, but he is also utterly and intrinsically tied to Arda itself, and although he is banished beyond the Doors of the World, everyone knows, inevitably, he will return. The only sure defeat for him is to destroy the world itself. As you can imagine, no one is terrribly keen on that last."

"You went and asked them about losing their immortality? Oh, Lady, that must've been a sight." Skadi shakes her head, knowing she lacks subtlety herself but hasn't yet provoked that response.

"So, the Powers are gods or akin to gods? And what are the Doors, exactly? Is that how you crossed over?"

"They lost their immortality? How did that happen?" Elros blinks confusedly.

"No, I asked about why everyone seems to hate elves so much and how they got conquered and got yelled at. It really is like dealing with the Easterlings." He sighs and shakes his head.

"Ah, as to that, I'd suggest if you want details you ask one of the Elves - my kinsmen, that is. Maglor, Maedhros, Fingon and Galadriel were all born in Aman, and studied at the Powers' feet. What I know comes mostly second hand, although my family in particular are Ulmo's favourites, and the Lord of the Waters and his vassals can be quite chatty, when the mood strikes them. Lord Osse is especially fond of me. But they are like gods, although they are always quick to remind us that they really aren't. The Doors of Night are... I really have no idea, in honesty! But apparently it has something to do with the barrier that the Valar hold around the world, so... I honestly have no idea!"

"Ah, they can be pretty touchy about the conquering...especially the Dalish. Their motto is 'never again shall we submit' or something like that. It's true that the Dales is now ruled by Orlais, but the Dalish left rather than bow to human rule."

Skadi shrugs, knowing little more than that. "According to legend, it was us humans that were at fault. Just being near us caused them to age and sicken and die. So, they turned inward and that caused a chain reaction that lead to Tevinter conquering them. Mind you, all that's so long ago that I can't say how much of it's the truth. Maybe they were never immortal and the old tales were exaggerated."

That makes more sense to her mind, but she can't prove it any more than she can prove the rest. "A barrier? What kind of barrier, and why would they make one in the first place?"

"I noticed." He says dryly. "You'd think, that if they can admit a 'never again', it rather implies that they WERE, but apparently they can't see that. You rather need to be conquered in the first place to be rebels at all."

He shrugs. "No idea how it works. I might've chosen my mortal kin, but that choice was mine, not anyone elses doing, and my brother Elrond and I are... something of a unique case. Turning inward is never smart, in any case. It always leaves you vulnerable."

He grins wryly. "To keep Morgoth out? I don't know, but that would be my guess."

Edited 2017-12-29 09:07 (UTC)

"You...chose to be mortal?" Skadi stares in open confusion. "How would that even work?" The rest of it can wait, she wants to hear about how that can possibly make sense.

"I did." Elros shrugs.

"I did say my brother and I are... somewhat unique. The sons of heroes, the foster-sons of villains. Children of Fate and Destiny, blah blah blah. We are related, by blood, to every royal line of the Edain and Eldar both - that's Men and Elves, if you like. And we're related to the Powers themselves - one of our foremothers was Melian, the Maia of the Twilight, who loved an elf and bore him a child, Luthien the Fair, who bested both Morgoth and Death for love of her mortal husband. Our father is Earendil the Mariner, the Morning and Evening Star, who slew Ancalagon the Great and pilots Vingilot in the heavens as a sign, our mother is Elwing, Elu's heir, who flies in a seabird's skin. You can see why the Powers gave a collective shrug and essentially passed the choice of our final fate to us! I suppose they thought they were doing us a favor."

"Lady above...I don't know what all those terms mean, but that sounds like a hell of a family tree." Skadi shakes her head, taking another swig from her drink that's been a mite neglected. "But why make that choice? If my twin sister chose one fate, I don't think I'd have it in me to chose something else."

"It rather is." Elros shrugs, and then falters, pain flitting through his eyes.

"We...didn't think to ask each other. We were...so sure. When Elrond heard my choice...oh my brother! The look of betrayal he gave me... But I couldn't stay. I wanted to know what was on the other side. I didn't want to linger. But Elrond wanted the opposite."

"Siblings can be contrary, that I understand." Her expression shifts to one of sympathy, for all that she can never truly understand what it is to be put in that situation. "And you couldn't take back that choice even if you wanted? That's a weighty choice to bear for the rest of time, either way."

"No. Death is the Gift of Men - to choose that fate is to step outside the known path of the Song, to surrender yourself to the unknown for the opportunity to change your fate. You cannot go back. I knew that then, and still I would not change it, but the grief that divides us is very great."

"Lady...I hope the end result is worth it to you, then. You've more than paid the price for it." Skadi raises her drink to him, a spark of respect in her eyes. As unthinkable as it is to her, the fact that he stuck with it in light of the consequences is still worthy of note.

"I hope it will be." Elros sighs and then smiles. "Hope, hah! The family motto, I suppose. Hail Earendil, brightest of stars, above Middle-earth sent unto Men! They say my father's star is a symbol of Hope for us all." He explains to Skadi. "But to me, it is only a way of reminding me that he will never be able to be there for us as a father - the problem with having heroes as parents! But thank you - I chose for the unknown, and only time will tell if it was worth it. But I think it will be."