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[twilightminstrel]

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[bythewaves]

"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."

[twilightminstrel]

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?"

[bythewaves]

"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."

[twilightminstrel]

His lip curled again, silver flashing.

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.

[bythewaves]

"It is." He admits quietly. "But... we manage. I ... can call for them if... it is easier for you?"

He smiles a little.

"I like it there too. You could... maybe spend some time in the garden?"

[twilightminstrel]

"No," he quickly replied. "Do not bother them."

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.

[bythewaves]

Maglor hums in understanding.

"I don't mind sharing." He offers shyly.

"Once... we played together." A long, long, time ago. "I do not mind doing so again."

[twilightminstrel]

If anyone understood, Daeron knew Maglor would.

A glitter of emotion, shy and hopeful, flicked into silver eyes. "...I have my flute still." Quiet consent. Then a sigh. "Thank you."

[bythewaves]

Maglor's smile is audible.

"Thank you. I am assigned to the Huntress - you need but ask for me."

[twilightminstrel]

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."

[bythewaves]

Maglor nods, understanding. If he had known, he would have done the same.

"I will see you then. There are good people here, Daeron. You are safe."

[twilightminstrel]

He wanted to deny that. And yet if Maglor believed it safe...

"It does not feel safe."

[bythewaves]

"I know." He murmurs softly.

"And there is no true safety in the world. But so much as anything is, this place is safe enough."

[twilightminstrel]

Understanding licked around him. "Then that is well enough," he decided. It was difficult to breathe, but Maglor's music had helped.

[bythewaves]

"I am glad to have another here who can hear."

[twilightminstrel]

A flash of startled surprise, then a snort. "You have been without too long."

[bythewaves]

Wry acknowledgement.

"Yes. Maedhros tries, but..." But he doesn't truly understand.

[twilightminstrel]

"But," he echoed. That was all that really needed said.

"Is he...well?" The keen loss he'd heard around Maglor felt muted. Only a little, but it was.

[bythewaves]

"Mm" The two of them understand - few others would.

"He is...better." He nods. "But ... well. They...brought him from the moment of his death. He...recovers. Slowly."

[twilightminstrel]

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.

[bythewaves]

It did. It helped a lot to have someone who understood, as awkward as things between them are.

"Thank you." He hums gratefully.

[twilightminstrel]

It made a big difference.

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.

[bythewaves]

It seems to release folk every seven days... so... [ Maglor does a quick calculation ] tomorrow.

You should simply appear on your ship. The same device by which we communicate now will be on you.

[twilightminstrel]

[A quiet sigh of relief. Only one day.]

Tomorrow then. Day after at the latest.

[bythewaves]

Yes. I look forwards to it.

[ soon ]