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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[utulien_aure]

Once ought to be enough, but obviously not even deathly illness can defeat the Feanorian sense of masochism. Fingon keeps an eye on his cousin, when the tension between physical weakness and the desire to climb the walls of the infirmary isn't distracting him, and he doesn't like what he sees.

Is not always pleased at what he hears, either- he's never heard Maglor's song before, but he knows enough of its events that the horror twists in his stomach. To obsess can't be good for Maglor, nor for Maedhros either to hear it, and he wouldn't bet on this beautiful terror helping anyone else either.

"Kano?" He reaches over, gently grabbing Maglor's wrists. "I think it's time you did something else for a while. Just as a change of pace?"

[seawanderer]

He slowly blinks, attention turning to his cousin at the unexpected interruption.

But it works, he stops singing the Noldolante finally. He doesn't protest the hold on his wrists, hardly seems to notice.

Maglor is amazing at obsessing!

"What do you want to do?"

[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?"

[tar_minyatur]

There's an irritated growl after the first round ends and Maglor begins again, and the harp is abruptly tugged from his hands and Elros plops down beside him.

"Sing something else."

[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]

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?"

[seawanderer]

He pouts when his harp is tugged from his hands, but because it's Elros he doesn't grab for it back. Instead he wraps an arm around him, thinking a moment.

And then starts singing the Carol of the Star, paying respects to his fosterlings' father.

Is that better?

[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."

[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?

[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?"

[tar_minyatur]

"I don't know that one."

Elros leans against him, pleased he doesn't fall through Maglor.

[seawanderer]

He's focused on Elros, so that's a start? He smiles and nuzzles his hair fondly.

"Now you do. Want to hear it again?"

[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!

[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.

[tar_minyatur]

Elros accepts the cuddles and considers.

"Do you know any others?"

[seawanderer]

"I know a few," he answers playfully. And because Elros is being sweet and snuggling, he'll launch into the others one at a time.

....He might be making some up as he goes along.

[tar_minyatur]

This is fine~

Elros hums happily along if he recongises any, but is otherwise happy to listen. MUCH better than listening to the Noldolante ad nauseum.

"......You made that one up!"

[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!"

[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."