His lips curled in distaste at the strange word but he refrained from comment. Maglor would know anyway, but it hardly mattered. Just...as long as he could just keep hearing that song. It was too quiet, the air too still and stale, and cold.
The song changed and he sat up, listening intently, seemingly drinking in the picture. A lifeline. "When will we dock next?" People would have difficulty convincing him to return once he was back among trees. Maglor might manage it.
Might.
He wasn't surprised at the lack of answer, and simply dismissed it. The Feanorian was well enough if he was singing images for him.
"Roughly every month, we move on to a new location." Maglor tells him, never stopping the lifeline he provides for the other, a steady hand until Daeron has his feet under him well enough to manage on his own.
"We usually stay no more than a few weeks. Some places are green, others... not so much so. But it is a reprieve. Also, the Iskaliut has a small garden."
"Are we forced to leave with the ships?" There was a hard edge to the question. The minstrel slowly began to gather himself, body gradually relaxing and uncurling from the tightly defensive posture.
"The Iskaliut?" Just a hint of curiosity, finally.
"I do not know, but I assume so." Sulkily. "I have never had the chance to find out, my brother has always dragged me back on board." Unwillingly.
There, that's a good sign.
"Mm - the fleet is the Marsiva, where you are now, the smaller ships where we all stay, and the Iskaliut, where one can find, or set up, shops, pubs, and so on."
There was a flash of irritation on Maglor's behalf. Daeron scowled. "So we are prisoners." Flat tone was flat. Though, he supposed they both deserved it. "Which brother?" Who else did he need to watch warily?
Fingers slowly began threading through silver hair, smoothing out imagined tangles, listening to a voice which was both hated, adored, enjoyed, and yes. A lifeline.
"Is that where you spend your time? In this garden on the Iskaliut?"
"Yes. Kept in comfort, but without a doubt, we are here for their entertainment, and no more than that."
Maglor's is equally flat.
"Maedhros. Also, my cousins Finrod and Fingon are here, as is my grandfather, Finwe." So, you know. If Daeron would find it easier, he can ask one of them to keep an eye on him instead?
"Sometimes, yes - I... have a room that I have soundproofed, on my own ship. I compose there, often, though... I might move to the Iskaliut."
Then settled. "That must be...strange." He cautiously ventured. For Maglor. Difficult.
Daeron hummed quietly, pulling a leg up to loop arms around it loosely, resting his chin on his bent knee, hair forgotten. "It...sounds like the Iskaliut is better." At least it had a garden.
Daeron frowned, looking away. "You were there before me." Despite it all, here was someone who understood his need of music and nature and could help settle him. He found he didn't want to chase Maglor away from a place that clearly brought him comfort.
It could be seen, if only through the nuances of the music they both understood so well. "I will probably go straight to the Iskaliut when I am allowed" lips twist "to leave. I will...contact? you when I do so."
Which was one reason why Daeron could handle Maglor better than others.
A soft hiss, shying from that thought. It also answered his prior question, asking after Maglor's well being. "...You are not alone." He was there now. Which...mixed blessing.
Daeron even managed a hint of a smile. "Do you know about how long it will be before I can leave?" Because playing music together would only help them both.
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Date: 2016-11-15 11:10 pm (UTC)The song changed and he sat up, listening intently, seemingly drinking in the picture. A lifeline. "When will we dock next?" People would have difficulty convincing him to return once he was back among trees. Maglor might manage it.
Might.
He wasn't surprised at the lack of answer, and simply dismissed it. The Feanorian was well enough if he was singing images for him.
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Date: 2016-11-16 05:08 am (UTC)"We usually stay no more than a few weeks. Some places are green, others... not so much so. But it is a reprieve. Also, the Iskaliut has a small garden."
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Date: 2016-11-16 05:24 am (UTC)"The Iskaliut?" Just a hint of curiosity, finally.
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Date: 2016-11-16 05:52 am (UTC)There, that's a good sign.
"Mm - the fleet is the Marsiva, where you are now, the smaller ships where we all stay, and the Iskaliut, where one can find, or set up, shops, pubs, and so on."
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Date: 2016-11-16 05:59 am (UTC)Fingers slowly began threading through silver hair, smoothing out imagined tangles, listening to a voice which was both hated, adored, enjoyed, and yes. A lifeline.
"Is that where you spend your time? In this garden on the Iskaliut?"
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Date: 2016-11-16 06:24 am (UTC)Maglor's is equally flat.
"Maedhros. Also, my cousins Finrod and Fingon are here, as is my grandfather, Finwe." So, you know. If Daeron would find it easier, he can ask one of them to keep an eye on him instead?
"Sometimes, yes - I... have a room that I have soundproofed, on my own ship. I compose there, often, though... I might move to the Iskaliut."
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Date: 2016-11-16 07:11 am (UTC)Then settled. "That must be...strange." He cautiously ventured. For Maglor. Difficult.
Daeron hummed quietly, pulling a leg up to loop arms around it loosely, resting his chin on his bent knee, hair forgotten. "It...sounds like the Iskaliut is better." At least it had a garden.
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Date: 2016-11-16 07:34 am (UTC)He smiles a little.
"I like it there too. You could... maybe spend some time in the garden?"
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Date: 2016-11-16 08:03 am (UTC)Daeron frowned, looking away. "You were there before me." Despite it all, here was someone who understood his need of music and nature and could help settle him. He found he didn't want to chase Maglor away from a place that clearly brought him comfort.
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Date: 2016-11-16 08:28 am (UTC)"I don't mind sharing." He offers shyly.
"Once... we played together." A long, long, time ago. "I do not mind doing so again."
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Date: 2016-11-16 08:37 am (UTC)A glitter of emotion, shy and hopeful, flicked into silver eyes. "...I have my flute still." Quiet consent. Then a sigh. "Thank you."
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Date: 2016-11-16 08:56 am (UTC)"Thank you. I am assigned to the Huntress - you need but ask for me."
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Date: 2016-11-16 09:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-16 10:22 am (UTC)"I will see you then. There are good people here, Daeron. You are safe."
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Date: 2016-11-16 09:14 pm (UTC)"It does not feel safe."
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Date: 2016-11-17 02:58 am (UTC)"And there is no true safety in the world. But so much as anything is, this place is safe enough."
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Date: 2016-11-17 03:04 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-11-17 08:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-17 09:52 am (UTC)"Yes. Maedhros tries, but..." But he doesn't truly understand.
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Date: 2016-11-17 10:06 am (UTC)"Is he...well?" The keen loss he'd heard around Maglor felt muted. Only a little, but it was.
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Date: 2016-11-17 10:20 am (UTC)"He is...better." He nods. "But ... well. They...brought him from the moment of his death. He...recovers. Slowly."
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Date: 2016-11-17 10:31 am (UTC)A soft hiss, shying from that thought. It also answered his prior question, asking after Maglor's well being. "...You are not alone." He was there now. Which...mixed blessing.
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Date: 2016-11-17 10:49 am (UTC)"Thank you." He hums gratefully.
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Date: 2016-11-17 11:02 am (UTC)Daeron even managed a hint of a smile. "Do you know about how long it will be before I can leave?" Because playing music together would only help them both.
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