homeless, possibly looking to settle into a game somewhere

[summerlord]

Several thousand years' worth of history is daunting, Daughter of Man, and especially so when the manuscripts are not in your possession. These reservations did not cause such hesitation with prior muses. What brings them to the surface now? If I speak to you, then let me speak. If I do not, then let me go. It is a simple - though perhaps not easy - choice that awaits you. I will wait, though I, too, have reservations.

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[summerlord]

[It has been a very long time, even by the reckoning of elves.] And if some other place has need of me? What then?

[silmarils]

[ he's always a little stunned to see elrond like this, as lord and father, the weight of so many years on his shoulders. ] What need could be greater than that of your people?

[summerlord]

[Elrond returns the feeling. This conversation seems surreal.] I have long stood as a protector of Middle Earth. To leave that behind would not be an easy thing, but if it is decreed I go elsewhere, I will accept that fate and put whatever skills I have to their best use.

[silmarils]

[ between morgoth's hospitality and centuries spent bound to his oath, maedhros is not a particularly demonstrative man when it comes to affection. still, elrond and elros had been--at one time--the closest to children he'd ever had, so after a moment, his expression softens. ] .. It is beyond strange to see you this way, knowing the life you have led.

[summerlord]

[And Maedhros, despite his failings, had once been counted as a sort of strange family to Elrond. Those days may be long past, but they are never forgotten.] I did not think that I would see you again.

[silmarils]

It was my wish to pass from this world and all memory. I fear the lady has other notions.

[summerlord]

My memory holds you. [You cannot pass from all memory, Maedhros. His is long indeed.] May she help you find peace.