The Doorway: a panfandom game

I wish to learn to shoot the thing you call 'gun.' I have only one hand, however, and so I want to know what difficulty I will have with this endeavor. I am also left handed, by necessity, as the right is missing.

I am a soldier in all things. I think it is best to learn a new skill, as you find fighting with a sword and shield to be outdated. Though I do not think I will have reason to fight in this place. I simply enjoy learning.

I think that I need to acquire such weapons in order to practice with them, but I know nothing of them, or what would be good for my purposes. In Beleriand is it not illegal to carry weapons. Aye, you would be stupid not to and likely end up dead for your idiocy if you go without. But New York City has very different laws and I am not very familiar with many of them. The Google yields results, but I am not sure I trust the information I read.

I am bored. I have nothing to do. I am not used to this.

I am a fighter, a soldier, a King of the Eldar, yet here I am expected to be quiet and spend my time doing things that entertain Men.

I am not of the Edain. Different things catch my interest.

And a city of noise and smoke that is disconnected from everything to do with beauty and nature is not one of them.

Tch. I have no wish to live in a world of Men.

[Filtered; Fingon]
I am sorry about your brother. But be comforted knowing he goes to a time of peace for Gondolin. As for his grandson, it was his duty to return to the stars.

His errand was never-ending.



I hope... that he bore the silmaril with him.

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[Filtered; Maglor]
Stay with Kano and I tonight.

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All the elves are gone, well, most of 'em, I dunno even know how many are left, now.

I know a lot of people didn't like 'em none, but I rather liked the elves.

It 'ent right that the tesseract just takes people back like that, 'en it 'ent right that it even brings us here in the first place.

I hate it here and I want to go home.

[Filtered to Maedhros]

Where are you?

To the one who offered to give me my hand back, I did not ask you your name, and for that I apologize. I am called Nelyafinwë Maitimo Russandol, but you might call me Maedhros.

I have considered your offer, and have very much decided that I should like to do it. Though, I am unsure how I shall go about regaining use of a hand I have not had in so long. Especially given that it is not indeed mine.

I have grown accustomed to being without it, after all. Five hundred years and it scarcely crosses my mind anymore. But I would like to be whole again.

And so, what should I expect? Will I feel my fingers? Will I know that it is there, or shall I only know it when I look at it?

What else do you need to know? Other than what I have told you.

[Filtered to Turgon]

Brother, I talk too much. I am sorry.

[Unfiltered]

I am lonely. And bored.

Entertain me.

It seems that I cannot speak to my brother without fighting with him. I do not mean for it to be so; I love my brother dearly.

It only seems that with him, I never know the correct thing to say.

Is this a typical problem with siblings?

Maitimo, you don't count. Fëanorians are born to fight with each other.

My wife drowned. A little over five centuries ago she and a fraction of our host fell through ice into the waters below. I failed to save her, and truly [...] I'm certain she let go so that I would go for our daughter instead. There's not a day that passes that I don't think of her, but I'm afraid she wouldn't recognize me now. Five centuries is not a lot of time but a lot has happened since then.

I miss her every day of my life.

She wouldn't recognize me and it would break her heart to know me now. I am glad she hasn't come through for that reason, though I would give the world to see her.

I thought of her today, as every day, but I saw a woman who reflected that same beauty as I was walking along 18th street. It stopped me cold and I'm afraid I made a bit of a fool of myself by staring. Elenwë was not the most beautiful elf-maid I have ever seen but she was the only one I could ever love. Or ever want.

She had long golden hair that went to her waist, blue eyes and a mischievous look about her. I always knew she was going to do something ridiculous when she got that glint in her eyes. Her ears betrayed her too.

Her spirit.

We had a millennium together before she died. It will never be enough.

Anyway I don't actually have a purpose for writing other than to remember. I feel it best to commit my thoughts to paper but I have no heart for it today. I am rebuilding the model home I wanted to make her when we wed. When I return to Taniquetil I hope to give it to her then.

I envy your ability to die. That you may leave this place and all her cares behind. Whither do you go when you pass from this world? To what peace.

I envy your ability to die.

100 years you have, maybe a little more or less, but that is just one season of hurts, sorrows, pains and aye, joys and happiness. 100 years. I spent a quarter of it chained to a And then you are gone from this world and her life and her changes need bother or burden you no more. Under what circumstances do you go. Young or old, a soldier or civilian, creator or destroyer.

You go where none but Men can follow.

And yet the Eldar must linger on, through the centuries. Never changing but in mind only. Left to watch the world fall to ruin, and with each century that passes made to bear her burdens in memory and in body. I wonder if peace shall be found, that even when I pass from this world and return to waiting if I shall be free of it. I yearn for the gardens of Lórien.

I think I shall linger in Mandos for a millennium, and if after that I am reborn I shall stay in Lórien. I should like to sleep for the next age of this world, without dreams.

I envy your ability to die. But I think it is as Gwindor says, you may envy the fact that the Eldar shall not die. Gifts that cannot be shared. Indeed.

[Filtered; Fingon]
I feel lighter today than I have in four centuries. I do not expect it to last, so we must enjoy it while I am experiencing it.

I have a bottle of wine.

My brother has music. Let us disturb him this evening. I must make sure he has eaten anyway.

[Filtered; Fingon]
I have taken up temporary watch of a child for a man while he is away during the days and such times as he needs me. And I cannot help but be reminded of Itarillë. She is in my thoughts sometimes more than even Elenwë.

I look at her--this child--her name is Judith. I wonder at her life and what it shall be for her, while she grows. I wonder at what aspirations she shall reach for. It must seem an eternity waiting for the children of Men to grow, and an eternity to them to reach adulthood. It is sobering to know that when I look back she will be gone. 80 years is not very long at all. We spent half that crossing the Grinding Ice. And yet through the centuries we shall linger on. I shall linger on.

I felt this fear when my daughter wed her husband. I knew she would suffer such misery when Tuor departed. She would watch him grow old, watch him die, watch her children grow old and then they too would die. And through the generations she would be left to watch her descendants be born, age, and then pass while waiting and waiting with the hope she might be reunited with her family again.

I consigned her to such unimaginable cruelty. I knew she would suffer it and I did not tell her no. I did not tell her about the words Huor spoke to me. I let her go into that knowing what she would face, out of selfishness. Eärendil had to be born so that our people would be saved, and I sacrificed my daughter to see it done.

How would I live with myself if Tuor was not given our grace? Valar help me.

I think it would be fun to sneeze. Or have a hangover. Or even vomit.

Makalaurë

Do you recall that year we forced Kurvo down and put bows in his hair, then painted his face with berry juice? I think he had the best coming of age day than the rest of us did.

I was speaking to Findárato though and reminded him of the year we put him in that dress for the spring festival.

I think we should repeat the day and celebrate now as we did then, since Kurvo isn't here to take his place.

Findekáno, I require your aid in this.

I know it's not relevant to most of the network, but I just wanted to thank everyone that was kind to me the other day with the food and the hangover remedies, and watching bad telly and that sort of thing. It doesn't bring Mark back but

[Text messages to Fingon]

» I think I need to be closer to my brother.
» If he is not reminded to eat he won't.
» Tch! I trade one for the other.
» But this stress is one I gladly accept.

sometime later

[Text to Legolas]

» Aiya Legolas!
» I have need of you.

[sometime after Maedhros' post]

MY LORDS! And lady.

And the other refugees, I suppose.

I HAVE DISCOVERED THE GREATEST THING. Eru's earth it is more beautiful than even discounted food at IHOP. (Which is also a beautiful thing, if you didn't know.) A musician and poet.

The world's most beautiful, talented, gorgeous musician/poet. He is dark haired, bright eyed and burns with the spirit of fire as surely as any of his brothers ever have!

The Music! The music is the most hauntingly tragic-

I have no words.

I am dying and unable now to find words to describe his beauty and the music! And the beauty of the music!

Eru's earth! Be still, my beating heart! Be still.

[Filtered; Tolkien-verse]
Ai! My brother is here! My brother Maglor! By Eru's blessing I have called him and he has come! Kanafinwë Makalaurë.

Only, by Man's design they have let him go in the city.

They have let him go on his own and I need now your help to find him else he will be run down by an automobile or taken by Mandos in some other way. I know him well!

I have begged only twice in my life, but I humble myself now before you a third time.

Please, aid me in finding my brother this night.

[Private to Maedhros]

Would you like to dine with me tonight?

Maitimo is mad at me.

I am very unsure how I feel about this, but I have found part-time employment.

I went to the animal shelter today, as is my wont, and they informed me that there was a paid position available, for approximately twenty-five hours per week. As I have contributed little to the household and my funds are running low (not to mention that my dear Maedhros is a harsh master), I accepted.

I will be working from nine to two Monday through Friday, caring for the cats.

I do not think it will be such a terrible job, actually, and I shall be able to buy true gold ribbon for my hair again.