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'Tis a cruel title to give, my lady. Allow the madness that was my life to rest and be forgotten.
In death, at least, the Oath is no more.
In death, at least, the Oath is no more.
And now you linger amongst us in regret.
Given as I don't know it, I suppose there isn't much that needs to be rested and forgotten on my part.
[ Merry resists the temptation to smoke, those he still bites at his pipe stem, hankering to light his bowl. Elves usually don't like the smell of pipeweed, and Merry doesn't mind being courteous about it. ]
The shire's a nice place to rest and learn to love the little things, if you need it.
Big folk tend to forget the simple things.
[ Merry resists the temptation to smoke, those he still bites at his pipe stem, hankering to light his bowl. Elves usually don't like the smell of pipeweed, and Merry doesn't mind being courteous about it. ]
The shire's a nice place to rest and learn to love the little things, if you need it.
Big folk tend to forget the simple things.
[ .. what..? as small as a child, not so broad as one of the naugrim. then again, even in his life, he hardly saw everything, every creature there was to see, and he's given to understand that it's been a very, very long time since he lived. ]
Likely for the best.
[ a slight quirk of his mouth that might be a smile were it not so exhausted. ] And is that your home? This shire you speak of.
Likely for the best.
[ a slight quirk of his mouth that might be a smile were it not so exhausted. ] And is that your home? This shire you speak of.
Aye, it is. Well, technically Buckland isn't part of the Shire proper, but it counts.
[ He can read the exhaustion on his face, and it scares him a bit. Too much like Frodo, in the months leading up to his decision to sail. As though little pieces of him were falling, fading away.
He doesn't know this elf, and Merry still can't help but not want him to slip through his fingers like grains of water. ]
That still doesn't speak to the little things. Like a good song, or a quiet evenin' spent with family and good company.
[ Sometimes, Merry can be deeply perceptive, though whether it is a result of his greater maturity, the ent-draught, or his greater experiences, he could not say. Regardless of where the skill seemed to have come from, this elf screamed lonely in a way even Lothlorien couldn't even manage. ]
You should join me for food. It's about time for a meal, anyways.
[ Not untrue, since all times were almost mealtimes, if a hobbit could help it. ]
[ He can read the exhaustion on his face, and it scares him a bit. Too much like Frodo, in the months leading up to his decision to sail. As though little pieces of him were falling, fading away.
He doesn't know this elf, and Merry still can't help but not want him to slip through his fingers like grains of water. ]
That still doesn't speak to the little things. Like a good song, or a quiet evenin' spent with family and good company.
[ Sometimes, Merry can be deeply perceptive, though whether it is a result of his greater maturity, the ent-draught, or his greater experiences, he could not say. Regardless of where the skill seemed to have come from, this elf screamed lonely in a way even Lothlorien couldn't even manage. ]
You should join me for food. It's about time for a meal, anyways.
[ Not untrue, since all times were almost mealtimes, if a hobbit could help it. ]
Ah, indeed? [ after a moment, he drops gracefully into a crouch so that he's not looming so above the little one. there's a reason they call him 'maedhros the tall', after all. folding his arms lightly across the tops of his knees, he takes care to curve his good arm over the stump of his missing hand. (it can make others uncomfortable, particularly strangers.) ]
I fear your little things may be quite beyond me. [ he can barely remember the sound of music or macalaurë's voice, and his brothers are all dead.
even so, the offer makes his expression lighten, faint amusement in the pale eyes despite himself. ] A very kind invitation. Should we not perhaps become better acquainted first..?
I fear your little things may be quite beyond me. [ he can barely remember the sound of music or macalaurë's voice, and his brothers are all dead.
even so, the offer makes his expression lighten, faint amusement in the pale eyes despite himself. ] A very kind invitation. Should we not perhaps become better acquainted first..?
[Somehow, she always thought she'd be angry still, if she ever saw her cousins again. But the anger has long since burned out and she's left with...sorrow. Regret that things happened as they did.]
Such gentle words, cousin. [Can you blame her for her surprise? Her most recent memories of him are less than pleasant.]
Such gentle words, cousin. [Can you blame her for her surprise? Her most recent memories of him are less than pleasant.]
The oath, perhaps, might be no more, the but rest of us remain, must live on with the consequences, uncle. [Celebrimbor's face is an odd mixture. Anger was there aplenty, but also grieving sort of nostalgia, the memory of a time when his family hadn't inspired anger, but rather happiness.]
So you must, and so you shall. I ask for no forgiveness. [ he doesn't want it. to want it would be to think, perhaps, that he deserves it, and he knows far better.
better still had he called the everlasting darkness on himself after the first kinslaying, at the burning of the ships. he'd known then what madness he'd called upon himself, and how hopeless the oath was. ]
better still had he called the everlasting darkness on himself after the first kinslaying, at the burning of the ships. he'd known then what madness he'd called upon himself, and how hopeless the oath was. ]
/gently touches. I'm starting a re-read myself, it's cool
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2013-02-13 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[She nods, choking down a few little barbs that spring to mind. "I told you so" is certainly one of them, with regards to the Oath. But there's little satisfaction in sparring with the dead.]
Have you found some measure of peace?
Have you found some measure of peace?
[ and he probably wouldn't be entertaining, anyway. so much of the fire's gone out of him.. maedhros was always haunted, but now..? knowing there was never any hope in the first place..?
his mouth quirks a little, not quite a smile. ]
Did you expect that I would?
his mouth quirks a little, not quite a smile. ]
Did you expect that I would?
Your hands are stained with blood, Maedhros.
[He gives the Ñoldorin a stern glance.]
The Oath you took led you to your death, and even now you seek no redemption.
[He gives the Ñoldorin a stern glance.]
The Oath you took led you to your death, and even now you seek no redemption.
[None of them are as they were. Even the ones who came out relatively well. Even she is different- a little softer, a little sadder, a little wiser, she likes to think.]
No. But I might have hoped.
No. But I might have hoped.
Is this truly what you believe, or is this what you just believe should be said?
It has little to do with what you deserve. [It would have been easier if she could have stopped caring. But even at the worst of it, she couldn't. That's why she had been so angry. Why it had hurt so much.]
I have been...fortunate.
I have been...fortunate.
[Celebrimbor almost wishes that Maedhros had not been understanding. That he had instead defended his choices, had shown Celebrimbor anger. That what, he could have responded in kind and hid behind his temper. But quiet agreement and grief is all he gets and his own hot anger drains away instead, leaving him cold, with that same sadness overcoming him.]
[He looks on at Maedhros, who had been one of his favorite of his uncles, and sighs.]
The oath...You knew you knew the evil it caused. Why didn't you stop?
[He looks on at Maedhros, who had been one of his favorite of his uncles, and sighs.]
The oath...You knew you knew the evil it caused. Why didn't you stop?
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