His fellows are used to him wandering off at the oddest of times. Daeron hardly even thinks about it, though at least has forced himself to observe enough to not be downright rude to those who don't know him.
But the trees draw him, and he must answer. It's only a bonus that he senses Maglor follow soon after. He lets himself be heard, if only to those who can hear the Music almost as well as he can. He's even right, that Maglor is one of them.
He's leaning against one of the trees, listening to it's song with eyes closed when Maglor comes upon him, but holds his silence, waiting for the other to speak first.
He's never seen the Trees, yet still there's a Light about him. Strange and terrifying to some, but it's part of him. Daeron resists the hum that wishes to break free, instead simply smiles, eyes opening just a little to study the Noldo prince.
"Unlike you. Ask what you will, I might even answer."
Like Luthien, Daeron is happiest under trees or swimming. Both call to him, asking him to play! He resists though, deciding to spend some of this time with Maglor, who is interesting.
Laughter brightens silver eyes and he grins, quick and bright. "Maybe because he knew I wanted to come." And one reason is before him.
"And I am grateful! But none of the reports mentioned that the one they
compared me to was Thingol's own son!" He murmurs, watching Daeron with
Treebright eyes.
"I am both flatters that reports of my skill reach so far and pleased that
the comparisons fall short of reality."
Strangely enough, silver eyes do not seem to blink, so intent are they on Maglor. He's been told this is strange, but sometimes it's difficult to remember, when he's fascinated by something, or someone.
Daeron laughs softly, quick and light as starlight. "And why should they, when I am all but unknown?" Playful.
"Not so short as you think. I am not disappointed as yet with your skill, though surely you have not shown all!"
Daeron grins, eyes bright with interest. What would this Noldo decide to ask, should he allow it? Maybe he should find out...
Later.
His sister would dance to this tune, he knows as he listens, eyes half closing and turning his full attention to the nuances. A moment, then two, of quiet, falls after Maglor's hymn then Daeron picks his harp up and echos the song, but with his own edits. Additions. Twists to both play and pay homage to the lady of the stars.
Delight thrums through him and he listens eagerly to this new melody, then laughs as he takes up the melody. This time, however, he changes it. Changes it, to be for Yavanna, and Vana. The trees shiver around them, branches swaying in appreciation and adding their own voices.
Maglor shivers with delight as the trees respond, once again picking up the melody Daeron gave him and modulating it, but lower, deeper, more rooted and yet wild - Aule, and Orome.
The deeper melody thrums through his core and he almost purrs with delight, eyes flashing silver like the mythril the Dwarrow are so fond of.
Daeron's voice rumbles deeper in answer, reaching further into the wilds of wood than he believes Maglor to have ever travelled. Deeper into the earth, darker. But always with the silver-star light to guide the way. Perhaps of the very eyes that remain transfixed on Maglor.
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Date: 2019-12-11 09:31 am (UTC)But the trees draw him, and he must answer. It's only a bonus that he senses Maglor follow soon after. He lets himself be heard, if only to those who can hear the Music almost as well as he can. He's even right, that Maglor is one of them.
He's leaning against one of the trees, listening to it's song with eyes closed when Maglor comes upon him, but holds his silence, waiting for the other to speak first.
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Date: 2019-12-11 09:48 am (UTC)Maglor stops at the edge of the trees, watching him.
"You are a mystery, Prince." He murmurs. "Your family has kept you very secret."
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Date: 2019-12-11 09:53 am (UTC)"Unlike you. Ask what you will, I might even answer."
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Date: 2019-12-11 10:24 am (UTC)Like and not like, and Maglor drifts closer, intrigued, drawn by the light that reminds him of home, and yet is utterly a part of Beleriand.
He laughs softly. "I would not know where to start! I am honestly surprised your father would allow you to come, considering what he thinks of us."
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Date: 2019-12-11 10:57 am (UTC)Laughter brightens silver eyes and he grins, quick and bright. "Maybe because he knew I wanted to come." And one reason is before him.
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Date: 2019-12-11 11:09 am (UTC)Maglor snorts, amused.
"And why did you want to come, O Mighty Singer?"
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Date: 2019-12-11 11:15 am (UTC)"Curiosity. I've been hearing of a Noldo bard who sings and plays with great skill, and was given the report that he would be attending."
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Date: 2019-12-11 11:33 am (UTC)Maglor smiles, flattered.
"And I am grateful! But none of the reports mentioned that the one they compared me to was Thingol's own son!" He murmurs, watching Daeron with Treebright eyes.
"I am both flatters that reports of my skill reach so far and pleased that the comparisons fall short of reality."
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Date: 2019-12-11 11:45 am (UTC)Daeron laughs softly, quick and light as starlight. "And why should they, when I am all but unknown?" Playful.
"Not so short as you think. I am not disappointed as yet with your skill, though surely you have not shown all!"
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Date: 2019-12-11 12:06 pm (UTC)"Thank you! And neither have you, I doubt. Not in such a place as that."
Public performances are not for showing off. Not that way, in any case.
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Date: 2019-12-11 12:19 pm (UTC)Daeron grins, drifting ever closer. "Certainly not," he murmurs serenely. "We could change this, here, if you wish. If your brother can spare you."
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Date: 2019-12-11 12:26 pm (UTC)"Maedhros won't mind. I told him I was ... seeking to strengthen alliances." Technically true.
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Date: 2019-12-11 12:36 pm (UTC)Since he's agreed...
Daeron grabs for a hand to drag him further into the trees, steps light and quick. Purposely breaking eye-contact...for now.
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Date: 2019-12-11 12:42 pm (UTC)"We'd best not go too far, or we might run into the outer sentries." He warns.
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Date: 2019-12-11 12:51 pm (UTC)But he does slow, listening then stops and lets go of Maglor's hand. "They won't hear us," he assures, turning to smile at the Noldo.
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Date: 2019-12-11 01:01 pm (UTC)"Somehow, I am not surprised." He smiles back. "What do you propose?"
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Date: 2019-12-11 01:07 pm (UTC)"Play for me, and I will see to match or better it."
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Date: 2019-12-11 01:22 pm (UTC)"Very well. And are we to have a forfeit?"
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Date: 2019-12-11 01:27 pm (UTC)"Should I lose, you may ask of me what you will."
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Date: 2019-12-11 01:33 pm (UTC)"A tempting prize indeed! Then I will offer the same - tis only fair."
He plays an idle tune for a moment and then shifts into one of the hyms of Valinor - a song in praise of Varda. One he wrote himself, of course.
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Date: 2019-12-11 02:07 pm (UTC)Later.
His sister would dance to this tune, he knows as he listens, eyes half closing and turning his full attention to the nuances. A moment, then two, of quiet, falls after Maglor's hymn then Daeron picks his harp up and echos the song, but with his own edits. Additions. Twists to both play and pay homage to the lady of the stars.
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Date: 2019-12-11 02:12 pm (UTC)Maglor grins and when Daeron finishes, he takes up the melody again, picking up Daeron's edits and running with them, embellishing on them again.
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Date: 2019-12-11 02:26 pm (UTC)Delight thrums through him and he listens eagerly to this new melody, then laughs as he takes up the melody. This time, however, he changes it. Changes it, to be for Yavanna, and Vana. The trees shiver around them, branches swaying in appreciation and adding their own voices.
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Date: 2019-12-11 02:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-12-11 02:42 pm (UTC)Daeron's voice rumbles deeper in answer, reaching further into the wilds of wood than he believes Maglor to have ever travelled. Deeper into the earth, darker. But always with the silver-star light to guide the way. Perhaps of the very eyes that remain transfixed on Maglor.
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