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[rapunzelf]

I do not understand this desire you have, to cast me among the wolves. You know full well that I should fare poorly with them, much moreso than many - and especially if I am to be drawn from my home... before.

[Before she met Beren. Before she'd flown from her home and accomplished miracles just because she refused to let it happen any other way, refused to accept that it could not be done and then done it.]

I would not know how to kill others, or even how to make an attempt, and I am not sure I should wish to learn.

[Soft-voiced:]

My mother kept her protection long enough, after all, and there is such death already. Can not that be enough?

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[bythewaves]

They care little for our wishes, sadly. And where would your author send you, Tinuviel?

[rapunzelf]

She has considered thegames, and there are others she knows who would have me at box_network. The plan was to send me to exsilium, until it was announced that it was closing.

I don't know what the fascination is, but I would hope that it will pass.

[bythewaves]

I have heard of the Games and I pray that you are spared that place, at the least. As to that - I will hope for your escape, but they are persistent, you will find.

[rapunzelf]

At least there I would have a chance to win and be spared what followed, no matter how small it was.

[bythewaves]

Maybe, but could you bear the necessary cost? It is one thing to fight in war, it is another to be forced to slay your friends and fellows.

[rapunzelf]

[She draws herself up somewhat at that, eyes flashing bright and proud like stars. She is not well-versed in how to fight (or at all, in truth) but she is the daughter of a King and of one of the Maia and is not a doll to be fussed over by others, brushed and painted and put on some shelf.]

I have done neither, and had not planned to, but I am not made of glass. Flowers may blacken with frost at the coming of winter, and yet bloom again the next spring.

[bythewaves]

[ for his part, Maglor only looks calmly at her, his eyes old and sad ]

I did not say you were, Thingol's daughter. But equally so, you do not know how the taking of life will stain your soul. Am I not a Kinslayer? A life taken, even in such an arena where it may return, is still a life, and it will mark you. Only you may decide if the cost is worth it.

[rapunzelf]

[His words and look make her falter, the calm certainty of them more effectively doing so than nearly anything else he might have done. She's proud enough to try to hide how uncertain she suddenly is, but she's not quite so righteously indignant.]

It may indeed, but when the only choices are to slay or be slain, would you have me stand still that they may kill me without even attempting to fight back?

[bythewaves]

That, I cannot answer. I would that you would never have to choose, but such is not for me to decide. The only advice I may offer, poor though it be, is to offer you this - could you live with your choices afterwards?

[ she can probably read his answer in his eyes - Maglor is done with killing ]

[rapunzelf]

[She bites her lip, looking entirely uncertain now. She can indeed read his answer, which is intimidating. She has no wish to kill, but no more does she wish to die.]

If I could not, it would mean that either way I would be doomed, for if I did not kill then I would die, and if I did then I would be forced to do so.

[bythewaves]

[ well, Maglor is old, and really holds very little care for his life these days, so his choice is easy, where it may not be for others - he would sooner fall on his own sword ]

Yes. [ he sighs sadly ] All choices in such worlds are ill. I truly hope your path leads you elsewhere.

[rapunzelf]

If not there, it seems likely that I shall be somewhere where I shall have no such choices, and death shall find me all the same.

[No, she is not happy.]

[bythewaves]

The mundanes can be often cruel. [ he nods - his just killed him, after all ] But they can be kind, also, if it suits them. Mayhap yours will let you free, or avoid such fates for you.

idek, mun apologizes for him

[greatdragon]

[A smile from Smaug is just as terrible as a frown.]

Well, well...one of the Elves of old. I doubt you will last as long as you may think.

wahaha

[rapunzelf]

[She goes a little pale, but she has faced far worse than he, even his dark master, and she survived the experience. So she bows and does not look into his eyes.]

There are many whose time is not what they should desire, or which is not what they would expect.

mun just finished fellowship book, aragon sang about Luthien

[greatdragon]

[Avoiding to look at him, Smaug expected such respect and fear at his presence. However, he had not come across an elf before, though he had heard stories. There are always stories.

He exhales through his nose, almost a scoffing noise.]

A yes and no in the same breath. It is not an answer. Why are you here? [Suspicious Smaug, always assuming someone is going to steal from him.]

Oh nice! You just getting into the books, then?

[rapunzelf]

I was brought here, great one, for what cause I as of yet cannot speak with certainty.

[She has not fought dragons, but she knows of them, and she knows better than to meet their eyes.]

trying to, took me two tries to get past Tom Bombadil :S

[greatdragon]

So it would seem of all who wander here.

[Including Smaug, but he would not dare speak of that embarrassment.]

From where do you come, she-elf? [He folds his great forepaws and claws over each other as if they are having a proper conversation.]

honestly better than me. Took me 17 tries to break out of the first 200 pages

[rapunzelf]

[It's dangerous to answer a dragon when he asks a question like that, but similarly dangerous to avoid answering entirely. But dragons love riddles, and so that is what she speaks.]

I come from under stone and hill and through the air. I come from eternal springtime, and fled to eternal winter. Through fire and death came I, though I am she whose coming brings life, and death of a different sort.

yes, exactly! those first 200 are tough to slog through

[greatdragon]

[Riddles, more riddles. At least she is fairer than a certain halfling.]

Through fire and death to bring life...

[It's plain he thinks little of such a cause.]

Out of Imladris then? [Mun really hopes the spelling is right on that.]

there's this one place in TT that's tough too. Just... just trust me and keep reading

[rapunzelf]

[She's incredibly pretty, honestly. Morning Star of her people and all.]

I come through barriers both seen and unseen, held by power and held by love. From a cage come I, whose gilded bars I fled.

I'm up to two towers, next chapter is Shelob's Lair :)

[greatdragon]

[Not that dragons care much for beauty they cannot possess. Things like gold and jewels, those are coldly beautiful possessions.]

A bird from a cage. [He sounds as if feigning interest.] Escaped to here, I doubt it is much better.

oh man then you're aready way past Helm's Deep and what follows right?

[rapunzelf]

[THIS IS WHAT COMES OF MULTITASKING.]

[True, but she's like really pretty.

Not that she really WANTS a dragon to try to grab her for his hoard....]

In many ways, a good deal worse.

yep yep, last left the company at Saroman's tower which was flooded

[greatdragon]

[HA! The elven king in disguise! :D]

[Careful, he might want to keep her in a cage too. Just cause he could.]

Indeed. Better to find your way home...if you can. [Veiled threat there, perhaps.]

oh good that ride up after helm's deep where it's like NOW HERE'S ANOTHER ROCK kills me always

[rapunzelf]

[CURSES HER SECRET IS UNVEILED.]

[Well he probably couldn't, come to that, I mean she sort of beat his boss and his boss's boss but the point stands. And Huan is not here this time which would make it probably more difficult if it came down to an actual fight.]

There are roads enough which can be trod, but always the path must lead forwards, and never back.