The Doorway: a panfandom game

My Lords! (And Lady, as always)

I have procured a gift for you. Or more, for one of you, but as we are small in number it might well be passed around to each of us. Or not, as you like. Be aware I am not particularly fond of the color pink, but it looked too darling not to include it on him. But the point! A gift.

I have found a dog for you.

He has three legs.

You might see how I thought he would relate to the Lord Maedhros, being as handicapped as he is by his missing hand. They're practically brothers!

The humans call him 'Hershey' but he has quite a limited attention span--or perhaps that's just me--so I haven't caught his name as he tells it. Perhaps on some windy day he'll say it for the world to hear.

You need not thank me for this service. As gifts are gifts!

Since the fees at the Marina are quickly depleting my funds, I've found myself a job giving tours of New York Harbor on my ship. Which...means I'm going to have to read up more on all the things in New York Harbor. But the company that hired me is going to be helping out with that, so it looks like I am going to have some reading to do.

Are people really willing to pay that much just for an hour on the water and some facts about the area? Amazing.

[Grandfather]

I hope this means I will be able to pay you back for some of what you've done for me since I arrived.

[Maedhros]

Would you and your brother like to see the harbor?

[Percy Jackson]

If you hear of any jobs in environmental cleanup, let me know, okay? I had to find something, but it does not mean that I want to do this forever. Thanks again.

There's no filter for this and I'm not sure who to target with it if I made one in any case, so I apologize for the open invitation to anyone uninterested.

It seems there's a few of us that own boats now, so I was thinking some kind of sailing club might be a good idea. Maybe even host weekends with friends and such. Make it a 'thing.' Thoughts?

[Kara]

Why don't you have any ocean scents? I'm judging.



Okay, only a little.

April! Valar, I hope spring's coming soon. Longer days, less time to look at the night sky and feel guilty.

[Filtered to Maedhros]

I heard your brother arrived.

I'm happy to announce the opening of Gold's Pawn Shop located at 325 E. 65th St on April the first. I'll be holding a special preview sale this weekend for anyone who would like to get a good deal. Your patronage is much appreciated.

[Lizzie]
No need to work this weekend. Only refugees are aware of the preview sale so I am not expecting many customers, but the good news is you'll have actual hours soon.

Oh! My lords and Lady! I have discovered the greatest thing. You qualify as 'old' in this realm on the basis of your ages alone. They give you benefits and things for being as old, you ought to find out what exactly.

Congratulations!

I also qualify for this thing.

Speaking of

I helped this dear old grandmother across the road today. She thanked me for being chivalrous but truly I couldn't imagine what it would be like to have the poor dear run down by automobiles. They don't seem to stop for me and I have been clipped far more times than I might otherwise admit.

Anyway, so the grandmother presses a bit of that green paper into my hand and we sit and have a conversation.

She asked me how old I was and I told her, "Grandmother, I am 857 years old" and she looked at me quite like no woman has ever looked at me before. It's blush worthy if I were attuned to that, and then she asked me if I was an angel.

I told her no, and that the Vala Castiel was indeed an angel. But it was very sweet and we quite enjoyed our afternoon.

I ate a hotdog. She said it would give her heartburn. I would hate to burn my heart, whatever that means.

Do many of you have children that are not here with you now? How do you survive without them? I find it difficult to reconcile my presence here with the desire I feel to be near my daughter. She is a woman grown, and wed now but some months ago and even so always my child no matter the years that pass us by.

I miss her. The light and life that is inside of her.

Itarillë she is called in Quenya and Idril in Sindarin. 'Sparkling brilliance' in both tongues. She's blonde, like her mother before her. She likes to go barefoot through all her journeys, though nevermore than when we lived near the sea.

I miss her wisdom and her laughter. I miss her happiness. In some profound way it was tied to my own. I think, perhaps, because I did everything I could to see her smile again after the death of her mother.

And truly, she fought hard to see me smile too.

[Text to Eärendil]

» Eärendil what delays you?
» Let me know if you are still coming tonight.


[...]
» What has your attention tonight?

the text goes unanswered because this thread

Who: Eärendil and Maedhros (and Turgon, thank god)
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: On the streets of New York
What: Meeting at last
Rating: High, for angry words and violence

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I am angry. I am angry and I have been for some time. I came here against my will as all of us have and I did not fuss or weep or demand to be returned to my home. I have sat here complacently waiting for something to happen that would validate this turn of events. And for nigh on 6 weeks I have done so.

And I am tired of it.

I am tired of pandering to your laws and your customs. I am not of the Atani. I am not mortal and my time in this world is not so short in years. I am called Nelyafinwë Maitimo Russandol and I am the eldest son of Nerdanel and Curufinwë Fëanáro, Crown Prince of the Noldor.

I am of the Eldar Race.

And I refuse to lose anymore of myself in name of assimilation. In name of adapting. For what have you done to aid me or my brothers and cousins to ease us of our upset? To what lengths have you gone to understand our plight or our sorrows, or our histories?

I admit that you have given us much in name of charity for a place to sleep and for that I shall be grateful.

But you demand of us to get used to this world because where we come from no longer matters. You demand we change ourselves and become like you instead of learning of us. You provide us lessons to learn of New York City and this 21st century but where are the history lessons of our people? Of the other people who come here? You demand of us to lose ourselves for sake of your nation's benefit. And for what?

That we might shut up and sit down and not cause you problems? I am tired of being told to behave and to adapt to your world. I'll not become one of you for the sake of the protestors on the streets.

To the Void with you! May the Everlasting Dark take you all.

And aye, may it take you swiftly! So that my brothers and I might clean this world of the filth you littered it with.

Would anyone like to learn how to sail?

I feel very...old here.

( cut for lengthy Tolkien quote )

And indeed, it did. From the light and life of my own grandson, whose Doom should outweigh even that of the Doom of the House of Húrin. Sad tidings indeed that I read of them.

But Eärendil, what would become of the last of the Noldor and Middle-earth without you. I rejoice and morn still at your sacrifice. Though I shall never know you as more than a child in our world, I shall always be proud.

And proud still of my kin. Maedhros for his determination to end the wrath of Morgoth, and to my brother Fingon for his bravery on the battlefield. We lost everything in that fight. Nirnaeth Arnoediad. No tale might tell of all the sorrows we faced in those brief days.

But alas I shouldn't think on those things and I still ought not have read the book. Little has come of it.

Grandfather, could we speak?

People need to stop using the word mortal and mortals. It rubs me the wrong way -- especially because it keeps being used in a dismissive, annoying, insulting way.

I was thinking last night that it would be nice for the Elves to get to know people around here better. I know there have been some misunderstandings, and harsh words and things like that are most easily solved by people getting together, talking, and really coming to understand where the other person is coming from.

So, in the spirit of conciliation, I would like to propose a get-together. I'll take care of food and drink, and I'll find the place, depending on how many people want to come. It's open to anyone, of any kindred.

Anyone interested?

People Attending

1. Molly Weasley II
2. Dr. Sheldon Cooper

Has anyone else gone out to Baconpalooza?? Holy christ on a cracker.

a) Bacon vodka.
b) Bacon burlesque.
c) Bacon vodka.
d) Did I mention bacon vodka?

Tomorrow is the bacon brunch. Three guesses where this girl's gonna be.

[barbara]

Nothing has to be complicated...I brought home two bottles of bacon vodka. Nothing is complicated with vodka.

Who will be attending the bacon festival? This sounds like an amazing thing. I hope that they have some of these...or this, or even any of this.

I remember when I was but a young boy still, in the Havens of Sirion, I would often awake to the sound and smell of it frying, and these breakfasts are memories that I still savor.

Guinevere 'ent here, 'en I went to look for Hazel, to see if she would maybe want to make some pancakes for breakfast tomorrow, 'en she's gone too, 'en I don't want anyone else to leave.

I 'ent going to school tomorrow, I'm going to go fly kites at the park, cos I'm sad and I need something to make me happy, 'en it 'ent fair. It 'ent fair that we come here, 'en it 'ent fair that we don't have a say in when we leave, 'en it 'ent fair to the people who have to stay who have memories of people that they can't even ever get that person back, cos even if they come through again, you have to start all over 'en you're the one with old memories that aren't even really true, since the other person doesn't even know about 'em. It 'ent fair.

As a word of caution: if you think that extinguishing your life in this realm will immediately transport you into the realm from whence you came, you are sorely mistaken. For if the universe is like a tree and our worlds the branches, we know not where you may fall. Teleportation takes a very specific kind of energy that is difficult to harness upon the Earth.

While Death is, in essence, a transportation of energy ... it is cessation. Your energy is absorbed into the world around you. At the very least, without the protection of Asgard, I fear you may forever sunder the body from the innermost essence that makes you who you are. Do not seek Death. Do not tempt the Tesseract. It is folly.