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?

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[castintoflames]

A large hand will cover Maglor's mouth at some point. Brother, dearest, shut it. Maedhros lowers his head to speak directly into the other Elf's ear:

"Our sorrow is heavy enough; I will not have your beautiful voice adding to it."

Sing of lighter things. Do not remind him of what has been.

[seawanderer]

Oh fine. Only because you're big brother. Maglor sighs and leans against his brother.

"I wrote it," is his only protest, muffled against Maedhros' hand. "I won't forget what we did, Nelyo. Someone most remember."

[castintoflames]

"No. No more." Maedhros's voice is hoarse, tired, "You do not need to remind or inform those in this world. I do not have the energy to fight." he moves his hand cautiously, eyeing him, "Are you done?"

[seawanderer]

His shoulders sag. But at least he has enough presence of mind (BARELY) not to say they'd deserve it if others outside their world knew what they'd done.

Maglor nods, unhappy with the thought that he'd disappointed his brother again, and possibly put them at risk- more than they already are.

[castintoflames]

Oh it is entirely true that they would - do - deserve it. Maedhros can hardly argue with him. But he is in no shape to defend Maglor, Fingon, Elros or anyone else. Wars should be started when one has the energy to see them through.

"Here. Drink." he holds out a flask of mulled wine, "I want you to stay in one piece; that is all."

[seawanderer]

Perhaps Elros is able, but none of them really are in the right mindset for now. And so he must behave, for all of their sakes. Maglor trusts his brother enough to not question what is in the flask, only obediently drinks.

"I wasn't thinking...I'm sorry Nelyo."

[castintoflames]

The drink is meant to calm - and it has the added effect of tasting quite good. Maedhros sighs at the apology and kisses Maglor's cheek.

"You needn't be. We are not ourselves."