The Noldolante will never not be sung

[seawanderer]

WHO: Maglor and you!
WHAT: Maglor sings and falls through chairs and beds
WHEN: During phases 3 and 4
WHERE: Gallows quarantine
NOTES: Mentions of wanton destruction and death, possibly more as certain expected threads go along.

One would think after falling through one's chair once to be enough. But no. Not for Makalaure Kanafinwe Feanorion, aka Maglor.

He falls not just once, not just twice, but even more! Along with whatever other surface he happens to be on, minus (thankfully) the floor. He's hardly stopped singing as he wanders.

There are few exceptions to when his music isn't pouring out. When his brother insists he sleeps, or his cousin or fosterling. Just because he went willingly enough into quarantine doesn't mean he has to be silent!

Perhaps it's because his heart is somewhat lighter than normal that he passes the falling through things off as a side effect and not something to worry overly-much about.

Except not all of what he decides to sing is light-hearted. He sings of his family's destruction, and the part they themselves played in it. His voice carries a note of wistfulness and longing love, even as his words speak of other elves being butchered for the sake of three bright jewels.

He just keeps singing and playing over. And over.

And over again.

Stop him?

Comments

[utulien_aure]

Amazing might be the wrong word for it. This is the first time Fingon is glad Maedhros is too ill to notice, because if he saw this sort of obsession in someone else Prince Elder-Brother-Complex would have a panic attack on the spot.

Fingon keeps his voice low and soothing as he scrambles for something they can do (jump out a window, a too enthusiastic voice in his head suggests, and he firmly shoves it back into his subconscious.)

"How about cards? Has Elros taught you any of the local card games yet?"

[seawanderer]

He'd be up for leaping out a window so don't even suggest it!

"Ok," because Fingon wants to play and Maglor will always try and make his cousin happy.

"What game?"

[utulien_aure]

Luckily, Fingon's protective streak runs deeper than his desire for fun adventures. For now, at least.

(Someone else please step up to be the sane one here; Fingon's not sure how long he'll last.)

"The most popular one here is called Wicked Grace. There must be a deck around here, I can show you...."

[seawanderer]

And everyone should be grateful! Along with the fact Maglor obeys this cousin.

(They need an adult, clearly.)

He looks around, humming quietly in agreement. "Let's look!" Maglor stands and tugs Fingon up.

[utulien_aure]

"Yes!" Getting up feels - all right, not good- but productive. As though they're doing something.

"I think Elros might have a deck," he nods at their young kinsman's sleeping form. "Do you want to see if he brought one? I'll look around for desks. Or... something."

Hmm, if there's nothing here maybe they can slip out and borrow one?

[seawanderer]

It's far better than what Maglor had been doing.

"I'll find it if he brought one," he agrees amiably and softly walks to Elros' side to both check on him and to see if he had what they needed. He smiles triumphantly when he leaves with one and goes searching for his cousin.

He can be useful sometimes!

[utulien_aure]

Everyone in the infirmary probably does agree on that front.

Fingon busies himself looking around for a deck until Maglor comes back with the prize. At his cousin's approach he looks up and gives a wide smile.

"Excellent! I knew he wouldn't let us down!"