Who: Ithiriel, Maglor, Deer, Guard. Special Guest Stars. What: Uh, read this and this When: over a day since Ithi + knife = x.X Eru only knows how much time really passed. Yay fudging!
Ithiriel: >.>
Ithiriel: *just wants to see Maglor smile*
Maglor: *can force a smile right now but it look like: smile?*
Ithiriel: *wants to see a genuine one*
Ithiriel: *things genuine smile will make her less guilty*
Maglor: *that...might take a while, since...yes...is one who suggested the whole thing, feels great amount of guilt and regret now, and that family is still cursed, and they curse others and...can go on, but won't*
Ithiriel: *isn't cursed* *is fine*
Maglor: *mentally and outwardly siiiiiighs* *is pretty convinced that they? will not be boarding any boats*
Ithiriel: *is actually feeling pretty confident that they'll be okay*
Maglor: *is anything but confident, is still trying to figure out if sending soul back like that, still somehow qualifies as kinslaying...then feels even worse because she's the one that killed Caranthir*
Ithiriel: *didn't want it on his hands* *didn't want him stuck with these kind of memories* *loves him*
Maglor: *loves her, but is still feeling v. miserable about this, is woeing quietly*
River: *seems to surge a bit, then goes quiet*
Ithiriel: *walking that way, squints at the water*
Ithiriel: *trying to convince herself not to throw herself in*
Maglor: *sighs, is wandering behind her, but it would probably take an earthquake or a flock of fire witches, to cause him to notice much*
Deer: *follows**looks woeful*
Ithiriel: *walks a bit faster, up the river bank*
Deer: *mopes**sad elves are sad*
Caranthir: *taps Maglor's shoulder* So. Where are my nieces and nephews?
Caranthir: *soaking wet, naked, and very very much a he-elf*
Ithiriel: *walks up to the river bank, squats next to it, stares at the water*
Maglor: *snapped out of moping with o.O look, arms go flail, nearly fell over while spinning around, LOOKS at...well, its Caranthir* ... *mouth hangs open*
Caranthir: *grins* Also. I won that bet.
Maglor: *blinkblinks!*
Maglor: *looks ready to blurt out...something, then is hugging onto...wet naked brother*
Ithiriel: *oblivious*
Caranthir: *wraps one arm around his brother, the other holding a hide-wrapped object*
Caranthir: *hugs with...genuine emotion!*
Caranthir: *is glad his face is already wet >.>*
Maglor: *whispers and looks so happy he could cry, so...just does that yes, and has no wet face to hide it* ...they let you come back, then...
Caranthir: *nods his head* Aye...and you are free to sail...we all are. At least if we behave. It is..not an easy price, if we do not behave.
Maglor: ...really? *finally lets go and smiles at Caranthir, before...um...looking down a little bit, eyedarting, and then taking off his cloak and handing it to him* What is the price, and will Ithiriel still be able to sail?
Caranthir: She will. She has no blood on her hands. And the price, is that we will be chained alongside Melkor until the world is ended and the last war comes.
Maglor: *holds up the cloak like a curtain in front of brother and then nods* I suppose then, if something goes wrong, I can sing him morbidly jaunty songs.
Caranthir: *laughs* Give me your pants and tunic brother.
Maglor: *blinks and then eyes go round* ...what?
Caranthir: *holds up the hide-wrapped package* I won a bet, and Ulmo and Namo have provided a very pretty dress for you.
Maglor: *eyes the package warily, then hangs his head and sighs, drops the cloak entirely, and starts to take off his tunic with a all-new look of a different sort of woe*
Ithiriel: *unwraps the bandage from her hand, stares at it*
Caranthir: What is your woman doing?
Maglor: She is mourning you, of course, just as I was. *throws the tunic at Caranthir, and then the pants follow, grabs the package, unwraps it, groans at girly dress, but....puts it on*
Maglor: *is not EVEN going to describe the dress, its a dress, that's all*
Dress: *is beautiful, with colors and designs that flatter him!*
Caranthir: *calls out* Sister!
Ithiriel: *picking at her stitches, still staring at her hands, but... looks around for a second when she hears that*
Maglor: *is not going to even say anything other than its a dress, and he's wearing it* -_-
Maglor: Ithiriel, look what found me, bearing...a gift. *called out in a much lighter tone of voice*
Caranthir: Where is that hug I am owed?
Maglor: *still has head bowed but...smiles a bit at that*
Ithiriel: *dumps hand in water really fast to .. try and wash it, then tucks it up against her, in her sling, like she didn't just do anything. >.>* *stands, and starts looking around*
Maglor: I was actually getting used to your girl voice.
Caranthir: I was starting to get used to being a woman. If I start wearing makeup, hit me.
Ithiriel: *walks up to the two of them, with very very wide-open eyes*
Maglor: I will, yes. *nods*
Maglor: *looks at her and smiles a very very real smile*
Caranthir: *Wraps arms around Ithiriel**hasn't pulled on Maglor's clothing yet!*
Maglor: ..... *smiles anyway, since knows his brother isn't going to try anything funny, he probably just...forgot or really likes to run around in the nude*
Ithiriel: *still staring, like she cannot believe she's hugging ... obviously Caranthir, though she never knew what he really looked like until now, and.... her head's racing a mile a minute*
Caranthir: *lifts her up, hugging her, then sets her down lightly* *there's something freeing about what just happened...*
Ithiriel: *wraps arms around ...... starts... absolutely bawling*
Caranthir: *blinks**looks at Maglor like 'DidIbreakher?'*
Caranthir: *hugs her a bit more gently, then drags Maglor into ze hug*
Maglor: *hugs them both, while...wearing a dress that he's still not going to describe, and hopes it keeps being forgotten about*
Ithiriel: *still crying, with ... just heartbreaking sobs of .... breaking down*
Caranthir: *rubs her back, whispers* All is forgiven, the blood has washed from your hands.
Ithiriel: *whimpers something in broken down Sindarin about how she couldn't get the smell off her hands or the memory out of her sight*
Maglor: *kisses the side of her face while hugging, and gently tells her* Shhh...we will all sail together, Ithiriel...they told Caranthir that, and that is what we will do.
Caranthir: It will all be fine, sister.
Ithiriel: *CLINGHUGS*
CAranthir: *kisses her cheek, a bit unsurelike
Maglor: *is blinky, looks worried now, and is rubbing her back also to calm her*
Ithiriel: *finally lets go, and turns away from them both, covering her face with her hand and trying to master herself*
Maglor: *looks over at Caranthir for a moment, then rests a hand on her shoulder after hesitating, doesn't say anything or try to face her, just keeps his hand there unless she wants to pull away*
Caranthir: >.> *gets pants on*
Maglor: *thinks that's probably a good idea >.>; *
Ithiriel: *didn't even realise Caranthi was naked*
Caranthir: *finishes dressing in MAglor's clothing, then comes over*
Caranthir: Father should..somehow..be normal..
Maglor: ... *blinks at that, then eyes widen*
Ithiriel: *doesn't pull away... just stands there for awhile, trying to find her center of calm again*
Maglor: ...he does not have any clue, either. I hope that he's...all right.
Caranthir: Ithiriel?
Caranthir: *looks at his brother like o.O*
Ithiriel: We did not tell him.
Maglor: *shakes his head a little*
Ithiriel: We left the city, to burn your ... former body ... and have not returned.
Ithiriel: *makes her way to the cart*
Caranthir: *scowls a bit*
Maglor: We did not, but... *let his hand slip away as she walked off and blinked, then looked over at Caranthir* ... *sighs* *starts following her*
Caranthir: *follows as well, then puts a hand on Maglor's shoulder and whispers* She is not well..she'll..need you.
Maglor: *nods at that* ...I regretted suggesting it, and...you should have both let me do that, instead. -_-
Caranthir: Nay!
Maglor: Yes, that is what should have happened. *tries to catch up with her, without tripping over the hem of the dress, ends up picking it up with both hands and running to the cart*
Maglor: *well, clutched onto handfuls of skirt, lifted a little, and ran...like a girl*
Caranthir: *follows, watches his brother, tries not to laugh**fails**it feels good to laugh >.>*
Ithiriel: *climbs up into the cart* *grabs the reigns*
Maglor: *runs up, still looking like a girl, and tries to climb up onto the cart, while being hindered by dress* >.o
Caranthir: *hops up into the back of the cart, nimbly**laughs* *doesn't feel..constricted any more!*
Maglor: *grumbles in quenya that he has no problem wearing robes, but dresses are very cumbersome* *HIKES up the dress, climbs up, and sits down*
Ithiriel: Comfortable, gentlemen?
Maglor: ...yes. :/ *does not look comfy in dress*
Caranthir: I am still waiting for my neices.
Maglor: *looks back at Caranthir like STAAAAARE*
Ithiriel: Patience. *snaps the reigns to wake the horses up, and the cart starts moving*
Caranthir: *grins at his brother* I'll drive, you two get to work.
Ithiriel: *shakes her head* *even though it's kind of hard to do this one-handed*
Maglor: *takes the reins, is IGNORING Caranthir now*
Ithiriel: *almost takes them back ... in fact, reaches a hand out like she's going to, then sighs, and stops*
Maglor: *whispers to her* It is my turn, unless the cart starts to head into the river, then you may take them from me.
Ithiriel: *sighs, and nods* Do not drive the cart into the river.
Maglor: I'll try not to. *smiles?*
Caranthir: I just came out of the river. *rings his hair out* Ulmo does not like to travel slowly.
Maglor: Ulmo must travel swiftly indeed, it has not been all that long.
Ithiriel: *iiiinches her hand into her sling* *looks around* We are not that far from the city.. Good.
Caranthir: I will be honest, I thought it would be some time before I could convince them, and that I would spend some more time in the everlasting darkness.
Caranthir: But I think an elf Fea being sped along from a mortal body might have brought some attention.
Ithiriel: *flinches*
Maglor: *nods at that* *says lightly in the tone of one who's teased in this manner before* We are in sight of it, yes. Caranthir, go run ahead of us, and scout out the gate. >.>
Caranthir: *puts a hand on Ithiriel's shoulder* You did what was necessary. It worked. I am not the first mortal life you have taken,
Ithiriel: *shrugs Caranthir's hand off her shoulder* *sits almost rigidly straight in the cart, and .... says nothing*
Maglor: ... *siiiiiighs and slouches forward while holding the reins and keeping the horses from veering off course*
Caranthir: *Stands up in the cart and declares* I have just made a deal with the eru-damned VALAR and come back! For the love of the hunt, stop looking so depressed!
Ithiriel: ....... *smiles?*
Caranthir: *bellows* THAT DOES NOT COUNT! >.<
Maglor: *wiiiiiiinces, while being slouched forward and clutching onto reins, and wearing a dress*
Ithiriel: *smiles like she really, really means it?*
Caranthir: >.<
Ithiriel: *puts on her absolutely cheerful smile*
Maglor: *smiles like he's in pain?*
Caranthir: *flops down in the cart* Seriously, if this is the sight I will be greeted with, I might as well go back, right now!
Ithiriel: Maglor would probably smile if you stopped bellowing? ... I realise that is what you DO, but...
Maglor: *nods nods like this is true*
Caranthir: *points, Feanorian style* Why are you hiding your hand?
Maglor: *but does say as though he's gently reminding her* ...you did shrug off his hand, and... *looks at her closely*
Ithiriel: *eyedarts* It is in a sling, because it is injured.
Caranthir: >.> *takes the reigns*
Maglor: *almost got pushed out of the cart* o.O;
Ithiriel: The other hand is just keeping it company. *nods*
Maglor: Caranthir, I can do that, it is about time that I did something and... *siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiighs at them both*
Ithiriel: I shrugged off his hand for reasons I would rather not discuss.
Caranthir: *sits up front, maglor between him and Ithi* Tend your woman.
Maglor: ...
Maglor: Perhaps it is best if you move to the back of the cart, Ithiriel.
Maglor: And I will sit there, with you.
Ithiriel: I am fine where I am.
Maglor: ...
Caranthir: **eyetwitch*
Maglor: *looked at Caranthir, noticed eyetwitch, looks at Ithiriel, notices stubborness...and is back to looking miserable again*
Maglor: *while wearing atrocious floral dress*
Dress: *IS PRETTY*
Caranthir: *sighs, and drives the cart along in silence*
Maglor: *turns and tries to climb over into the back of the cart and finds that's not easy in a dress either, at least robes were looser than this* *and its atrocious*
Ithiriel: *glances at Maglor ...... sighs* *removes good hand from sling, and hops in the back, then tucks herself all up again*
Maglor: *sits there, in ATROCIOUS dress and is quiet*
Ithiriel: *sits there, mostly squeezing one hand with the other, and staring off*
Maglor: *staring off is good?* *tries that*
Caranthir: Namo hasn't changed much, save to..relax, a little.
Maglor: *makes a soft noise to let Caranthir know he heard him, and nods a little*
Ithiriel: *rests her head back against the cart* Are we there yet?
Caranthir: Another ten minutes 9_9
Maglor: *sighs*
Ithiriel: *can WALK faster than this ><*
Caranthir: >.<
Maglor: .... *siiiiiiiighs*
Cart: *toddles along*
Ithiriel: *would pace in cart, but can't* *taps her foot against the bottom, instead*
Minas Tirith: *Hi!*
Guard: *stops them**blinks* Uhm..Lady and La--lord..uh..*stares at Maglor*
Maglor: *rubs a hand over his eyes, was happy for about 2.5 seconds, thought things would be okay? but...no...now is probably being stared at on top of everything else, by guards, since he's wearing a dress*
Ithiriel: Cease staring, it will make him self-conscious.
Guard: Why...are you wearing a dress? I thought you were going to Pelargir? Where is your trunk? Who is this person driving?!
Maglor: *still covering eyes with one hand, just siiiighs and it is a sigh of sheer, heavily weighted woe*
Ithiriel: The trunk got stolen by bandits. He is wearing a dress because that was the only thing we could find to wear. The person driving is named Caranthir, he helped us with the Bandits.
Ithiriel: The bandits are all dead, we killed them, and that's what ruined his clothing.
Guard: @_@ Bandits? Where? When? I need to write this down! This is horrible!
Maglor: *nods like this is true, is perfect picture of angst right now*
Guard: And Caranthir here is wearing similar clothing to what you were wearing! *POINT!*
Ithiriel: Last night, on the road. There were 5 of them. And that cannot be the same clothing, because Maglor's was so horrible we had to burn it, and the only reason I have no blood on mine is because I fight cleaner.
Guard: @_@ But I could have sworn...
Ithiriel: It was, sadly, too far away from either the City or a watch tower to send news ahead, or get help.
Maglor: *sighs out the words in as broken up westron as he can manage to sound like* ...Caranthir here, is one of my brothers, and we all tend to dress alike.
Guard: How far from the city were these bandits?
Ithiriel: *draws her hand out of her sling, a bit bloodied, and points down the road* 4 hours? I do not remember.
Maglor: ... *shakes his head at the guard, like he's not familiar enough with the area to answer, and is back to woeing miserably again*
Guard: *sighs**marks some things down, waves them in*
Ithiriel: I will be sure to report when I get cleaned up. *nods at the guard*
Caranthir: *drives them in!*
Maglor: *eyes her hand, then is looking like if there was a convenient hole nearby, would be crawling in it and promptly dying*
Ithiriel: *pats Maglor on the shoulder* Stop looking like that.
Caranthir: ....Should we find father? He was crafting that statue I told him to, according to Vaire.
Maglor: *misery! woe! regret!* ...you will have to go back to the healers now.
Ithiriel: It is fine. I am not going back to the healers for this.
Maglor: I do not want your fingers to fall off. *winces, then whispers to her* ...it reminds me of Maedhros. *and that's all he'll ever say about that*
Ithiriel: It is barely bleeding, I made it look worse on purpose so the guard would think I was injured and wave us through.
Ithiriel: *shakes her head* I am not going to lose a finger, Maglor.
Maglor: *sigh of WOE to accompany look of WOE*
Ithiriel: Eru's sake! STOP it!
Caranthir: *twitches* You fit right in, Ithiriel, to the single most screwed up family in all of Middle-earth and Aman.
Ithiriel: ... I am not screwed up ><
Maglor: *nooooood of WOE like this is true*
Maglor: You are angry at us both.
Maglor: And I have ruined things, just by trying to make them better, even if...I really should have been the one to do that.
Ithiriel: Your brother is returned and your father will be restored, can you not be HAPPY now?
Maglor: No. Caranthir: *looks heavenward*
Maglor: *woe!doom!and!misery!*
Ithiriel: ... why not, for Eru's sake?
Maglor: Because you are not happy. ;_;
Ithiriel: *eyedarts*
Maglor: *sits there in midst of ;_; and while wearing a dress*
Ithiriel: I am not happy because you are not happy so .... be happy, and then I shall be happy, and then Caranthir will stop rolling his eyes at us both. See?
Caranthir: .....
Maglor: ...but...I was happy...before...but you were not and so... ;_;
Caranthir: *rubs his forehead* Do I have to tie you two together until you fornicate?
Ithiriel: .... I cannot...
Maglor: *now is managing the ;_; cry face, the blushing, and wearing a dress at the same time*
Ithiriel: *tugs at her hair*
Maglor: *sniffles for added effect*
Ithiriel: .... *tries to jump out of the cart* *just.... cannot deal with this right now*
Maglor: *would use sleeve to wipe at face, but...dress has no sleeves!*
Ithiriel: *jumps off!* *rolls to feet, starts running*
Maglor: *now future wife can't stand being around him, has look of ;_; mixed with x_@ as she runs off, just....points back at her* *then reaches back with other hand, tugs on Caranthir's tunic, keeps pointing still*
Caranthir: *jumps out of the cart, grabs Ithiriel by the hair and yanks her back, glomping an arm around her, the lifting her up and taking her back to the cart*
Caranthir: *plops her in the cart with a heavy sigh*
Ithiriel: *curls up in a ball*
Caranthir: *gently* Why can you not?
Maglor: *would hug, but thinks she...might not want that right now, or...isn't sure if she would or wouldn't and...is pondering if it would help or hinder, then blinkblinks* *makes a huu? noise*
Ithiriel: *points at the necklace still around Maglor's neck which, by the way, really complements the dress*
Caranthir: What about iT?
Maglor: *looks down at it, then...starts to take it off to give it back to her, in case she needs it or something?*
Ithiriel: I put everything I had left into it, and when he left, I nearly died, and I cannot marry him yet.
Maglor: *holds it out to her, and says in a very soft voice* ...it still feels a little warm to me, so you should wear it again.
Caranthir: You are already bonded in part. It is my understanding you might be..renewed.
Ithiriel: I am.... it is a slow process ....
Maglor: No, no...ada said it would be...very tiring for her, if she is not well again...and... *just wags the necklace at her* -_-
Ithiriel: *still curled up in ball* *can't believe she's talking to Caranthir ... she just KILLED Caranthir .... and ... alive, in .. other body and..... brain, breaking*
Maglor: *shakes his head at Caranthir, puts the necklace back on, and mutters something about trying to warn their father before...something...whatever...happens*
Caranthir: *smiles* You will have very beautiful children...
Ithiriel: .... I ... killed you.....
Caranthir: *raises an eyebrow at them* Or you better. I saw them, in Vaire's threads.
Maglor: *just nods like he HOPES they will, and then blinks wideeyed at him, then blinks at her*
Ithiriel: Did you see the copper haired one? .... .... I .... killed you, and now you're here.... and ... I killed you..... *rubs at her face*
Caranthir: *touches her face**sternly* There was a copper haired one. And you did not kill me. You freed me.
Ithiriel: You squeezed onto my shoulders ... it must have really hurt, but I was trying so hard for it not to hurt.... and then I closed your eyes... they were kind of vacant... *sounds kind of vacant, herself, right now8
Maglor: You killed a woman's body, that attempted to steal him away and put him in something else...a witch...that is what you killed, but you set Caranthir free, and now...this is the Caranthir that I remember, meleth.
Caranthir: Only less of an arsehole, I hope.
Maglor: Not that other frail mortal thing, a shell that could easily break or come to harm...
Ithiriel: It DID come to harm! At MY HANDS. *tugs at her hair*
Maglor: ...that witch, was already dead.
Maglor: *looks at Caranthir and shakes his head, saying in very rushed and hurried quenya* Go find our father and warn him, I will try to reason with her...as soon as I move this cart aside.
Caranthir: Her soul was gone. She killed herself. You just ensured I would be free.
Ithiriel: *presses her hand against her eyes*
Maglor: *sigh of misery, then waves Caranthir away* There is no time for you to tarry, go find him and tell him.
Maglor: *will have to explain specifics of this very slowly and patiently right now*
Caranthir: *nods his head, and takes off!*
Maglor: *gets out of the cart for a moment, and guides the horses so the cart is off to one side of the street, then ties them to the nearest pillar or post or whatnot, and goes back to the cart and looks into it*
Maglor: *explains as gently as he can, without ripping the rest of his hair out* ...it was like...breaking a vase, and setting the water that was within it, free.
Maglor: It was a life, but it was a life that was vacated, and loaned to Caranthir, and he was trapped within it.
Ithiriel: .... *works her throat, and nods*
Maglor: *nods* I mourned, for Caranthir. Not for the witch that tried to steal them away from where they were, in trying to make them do their bidding.
Ithiriel: ... So I did not .. kill Caranthir .... you were just crying because ... maybe he would not come back .. ?
Maglor: *nods* And because I felt miserable, that neither of you wanted me to be the one to do that.
Ithiriel: ..... I did not ... want that on your hands ... I always told you that your hands were meant for other things....
Ithiriel: I think Caranthir agreed.
Maglor: There are times when it is appropriate, and there are times when it is not. Kinslaying, it is not. But for Caranthir to be himself, I would have done so, but with no less fear or worry that he might not return.
Maglor: So that he could have a chance to be himself again, not...stuck as he was.
Ithiriel: I think we all agreed it should be me, for a reason. *sighs*
Ithiriel: And I thought I would be ..... better equipped, to handle it .... but I guess, that I was not.
Maglor: *says gently* ...then may you not have to do so, again. And I believe Caranthir was making it known, that he appreciated it, but you shunned him.
Maglor: He is not as patient as I am.
Ithiriel: *sighs, softly* He said it was not the first mortal I had killed, and he was right .... but that ... body... or whatever we are talking about, was in my opinion innocent.
Ithiriel: It was the first time I had ever purposefully taken innocent blood.
Maglor: How is it innocent? It is the body of one who practiced dark arts, and lost their soul in the practice of that?
Ithiriel: That body entered the city as your brother, did nothing that horrible once it got here - nothing we would kill over. It never attacked me, never threatened my life. I hugged it, and then I stabbed it.
Ithiriel: ... *shakes her head* You won't convince me otherwise, Maglor, I am sorry. But I can at least stop associating it with Caranthir, that I can do.
Maglor: *just shakes his head and holds out both arms* It would have, had Caranthir lost his temper, and then it might have done worse, than snow. And that body's life would have been taken, at that moment, instead.
Maglor: Come to the forge with me. -__-
Caranthir: *comes back* I think she was stone and earth >.> It would not have been good for this city. But I have found father yet..I am not sure I wish to go alone.
Ithiriel: *hops off the cart, and nods* *HUGS Caranthir*
Maglor: *facepalms* *decides its like trying to reason with a brick wall*
Caranthir: *hugs her back* I forgive you?
Ithiriel: nay, nay, that is for brushing you off.
Ithiriel: You are my .. brother... right, so... I should not anger you. *nods her head* *starts walking toward the forge*
Maglor: *ironically looks like he's developing elven headache, like Elrond* *just...walking to the forge now, yes*
Caranthir: *nods his head* I am not angry. However, I do wonder what an earthquake would do to this city....*pause* Jesting.
Maglor: *walks faster, in dress, or tries to*
Caranthir: *leads them into the forge*
Feanor: *workingworkingworking*
Maglor: *walks very briskly into forge, wearing dress, that he's clutching the skirt of, in both hands, so he doesn't trip*
Feanor: *very busily working, and has been snapping at anyone who got in her way all morning*
Maglor: *walks over, is staring at her like o.O*
Maglor: *speaks in quenya* Father, I have something to tell you.
Feanor: We called you a girl, Maglor, but I never expected you to start acting like one.
Feanor: *working working, stops to itch at skin*
Maglor: No, no....this has nothing to do with it. This is...something else... *moves aside and points back at Caranthir*
Caranthir: That's because I won the bet. *grins*
Maglor: Yes, he did...but there's something else. *POINTS at Caranthir*
Feanor: *blinks* *blinks* *blinks* *drops chisel on TOE* *CURSES*
Maglor: *winces, drops dress, tries to help by picking up the chisel*
Caranthir: *laughs*
Maglor: *well, dress...skirt part, that he was holding onto before, he means* *not the ENTIRE dress*
Maglor: *explains after he gets the chisel away from tiny mortal father type thing's foot* He asked them.
Feanor: ...... what ... happened.... what... asked.. WHO!?
Caranthir: *walks over and gives his father a hug!* The Valar.
Feanor: *blinkblinks .. is hugging .... elf ... son ... Caranthir* You asked the Valar for a body and they just GAVE it to you?
Feanor: *wrinkles brow* Wait. HOW did you ask the Valar?!
Caranthir: *laughs and shakes his head* That is inconsequential. What matters is that I...negotiated with them. For you, and my brothers, and myself last of all.
Maglor: *eyedarts, and does not look at Ithiriel while doing so* He had to be...rid of his body...you see...
Ithiriel: *eyedarts*
Feanor: *looks from Maglor, to Caranthir, to Ithiriel, to Maglor, back to Caranthir* ..... YOU STABBED HIM!?
Caranthir: That is one way to put it, yes. *sighs* Father, it matters not. They're willing to forgive us. Willing to end this indignity you've been cursed with. So long as we do not..fall back on our old ways. >.> If we were to do so, we will be chained alongside Melkor until the last battle. So please, let us all behave. >.<
Maglor: Yes, behave, and I will hopefully not have to stab you either. *there, will just take blame, its much easier that way >.>*
Ithiriel: *gives Maglor a sharp look*
Feanor: *squints at Maglor* You did NOT stab your own brother. *looks like she's fuming, literally* He may have been in some other body, but he was still your brother, and I will NOT .... TOLERATE ... any more ...... ..... Just tell me you did NOT. *then eyes Ithiriel*
Ithiriel: *looks this way, then that way* ... It was me ...
Feanor: *GLARES* *STOMPS OVER TO HER*
Caranthir: For all that is... *throws up his hands* I TOLD THEM TO! I TOLD HER TO! I LET HER! I wanted her to. For you! I wanted to die for you!
Feanor: *stops, about an inch away from getting ready to throttle Ithiriel*
Maglor: *gives Ithiriel a profound look of woeful disappointment, and moves to block Feanor from reaching her, with...profound look of woeful disappointment*
Ithiriel: *wasn't going to put up much of a fight, either >.>*
Maglor: *in fact, butts in between them with face of -_-*
Caranthir: Father, calm down. Please. For your sake, and the sake of your sons. We've been given a reprieve.
Caranthir: *glances at Maglor*
Maglor: *says in calm little voice* I wanted to, and I would have. And it is not as though you would have gone and begged to them.
Feanor: *paces, scratches at her skin* I told you I was going to ask. Did I not say that? I seem to recall it!
Maglor: Caranthir agreed to it.
Skin: *has burn marks where the scratches are!*
Caranthir: Aye, I did.
Ithiriel: And he... forgave me..... *nods her head*
Caranthir: at worse, I would have been where I belonged, with no sight or sound or touch, where I could not bring harm to those around me. At best...*gestures to himself*
Maglor: He did, he did forgive her, and neither of them would let me...even if I would have...
Feanor: *paces back and forth* *feels like she's catching on FIRE or something* It is too hot... Even for a forge it is too hot.... *rubs at her arms* I still cannot believe you did that.
Caranthir: I had to beg. Literally. Beg.
CAranthir: *points* For you. For Maglor. For Maitimo and the others.
Feanor: All of them? *stops pacing, blinks*
Maglor: *rubs both hands over his face and groans* I suggested it...and told him to go...if there is someone to place blame upon, it would be me...
Caranthir: I know not if they will return to aide us, or if they will be free to walk Aman in their physical shells.
Feanor: I am not blaming anyone, I am angry at you all for doing this after slapping me and sending me packing so that I could not ... stop you ... or .. help.... or... SOMETHING.
Caranthir: I think the statue...making it...helped.
Caranthir: *turns and glowers at his brother* Stop blaming yourself!
Maglor: You slapped me before you stomped out of the room. *is gently correcting father, but has hands over his face and is shaking his head*
Feanor: *points at Ithiriel* She looks as fragile as a broken pot, for pity's sake. And YOU... are wearing a dress and ... at least Caranthir is wearing pants, but it is as if you cannot stay out of trouble without me!
Ithiriel: *is not as fragile as a broken pot! ><*
Caranthir: I won the bet we had, that we could not go long with out there being blows. *laughs* And she is...grievious at taking my life. Even though I would have begged her for it.
Maglor: *just...siiiiiighs*
Feanor: ... And yes... I did slap you, but only to try and snap you out of it and WHY DO I FEEL LIKE MY HAIR HAS TAKEN TO FLAME ><
Caranthir: *actually backs away*
Hair: *has taken to flame*
Ithiriel: *o.O*
Maglor: *spreads fingers and eyes are blinky like o.O through them*
Caranthir: No no. *shakes his head* Not yet, do not burn through that body yet, I do not know when they will release you!
Maglor: ...water....waterwaterwater.... *runs around looking for water buckets or anything to dump on her*
Maglor: *is frantic, trips over hem of the dress, nearly ends up face down in red hot coals, catches self, keeps frantically looking for....* WATER! *points at bucket*
Feanor: *blinkblinks at Caranthir* Burn through! ... you .... hot.... so .... hot... *flaps at her hair, as if trying to put it out, but is getting boils on her skin, too >.>*
Caranthir: *grabs the bucket and tosses it on his father!
Maglor: *goes tripping off over the hem of his dress to find more water* *comes back with big bucket, THROWS it in what he thinks is Feanor's general direction*
Maglor: *bucket and all*
Feanor: *on knees now, screaming and tearing at fire-hair, scrubbing at herself, then falls over, and .... is turning the color of glowing ember*
Ithiriel: *grabs Maglor, puuuuulls him back*
Caranthir: *kneels next to his father, but it's too hot, blistering so, like leaning over molten steel in the forge* No! Hold on!
Maglor: *is twitchy, needs to get more water, can't even watch*
Caranthir: *pissed, upset, almost grieving sound to his voice*
Feanor: Jaunty ... ashes ... song.... now .... *goes up completely in flame*
Maglor: *makes a little...whimper of anxiety and anguish at that*
Caranthir: *falls back, burned by the sudden explosion of fire**lands on his butt next to Maglor and Ithi*
Forge: *has various wooden and cloth things on fire now*
Caranthir: *smacks out his leg*
Ithiriel: OKay. Now, water. For the rest of the forge.
Caranthir: *numbly staring at the smoke and flames where his father was*
Maglor: *is trying to get over being shocked and horrified since...for the second time? FATHER IS BURNING TO ASHES*
Feanor: *flaming clump of fire and ash, yup*
Maglor: *...turns into sniffly elf wearing a dress*
Ithiriel: *hugs Maglor a bit, then starts looking for another bucket of water to put out the things that are burning*
Caranthir: *didn't cry when his father died the first time**not crying now**just staring numbly*
Ash: *slightly bigger than Feanor's old body used to be*
Maglor: *kind of...goes on autopilot, gets another bucket of water, and douses out some of the flames...looks like he's watering the plants in the garden or something, not in a frantic hurry now* *turns to go get more water*
Caranthir: *numb*
Ash: *a whole lot bigger, actually* *taller, too*
Maglor: *comes back with another bucket, weaves way slowly past other smiths who are putting out the flames, looks down at ash pile, hopes there's no embers in it...sighs miserably*
Smith: *pokes the ash pile with a stick**poke poke poke*
Ash: *moves!*
Maglor: ...do not...POKE...him. *glares*
Ash: *moves like someone is swatting at the men poking at it*
Maglor: *catches self* Her. I meant her.
Caranthir: *numb*
Smith: *makes warding signs at UNDEADPILEOFASH!*
Maglor: *looks down, blinkblinks, then...drops the bucket of water down, next to him*
Maglor: o.O
Ash: *starts solidifying, like lava piles after they cool*
Ash: *then? CRACKS*
Caranthir: *jumps in place a bit and focuses!*
Maglor: *still standing there, not backing up, is very much staring like o.O down at the ash*
Ithiriel: *stops dousing a smith to stare, as well. o.O*
Smith: *is on fire, and staring too*
Ash: *cracks a bit more, like little splintering cracks*
Ash: *then? crumbles, like so many grains of sand*
Maglor: *blinkBLINKS*
Caranthir: ..father?
Naked Elf: *under the crumbling ash!*
Maglor: *idly notes that smith is still on fire, so...picks up the bucket he dropped, and splooshes the water in it, in the smith's direction, but did so while staring down at...naked elf*
Maglor: .....
Ithiriel: *has seen all the Feanorians naked now except for Maglor and .... ... well ... cannot wait to see Maglor naked?*
Caranthir: *gets up, pulls off his (Maglor's) cloak, and wraps it around the nude elf*
Feanor: *blinks eyes open, stares up at the sky* ..... I think he was drunk.
Caranthir: Too much time with Ulmo and something called 'Fosters'
Maglor: ... *staaaaaaring*
Feanor: He sends his regards by the way. And says that he is very glad the dress he picked for Maglor was so complementary.
Caranthir: *grins at his father, hugs him!*
Maglor: *staaaaares, and then...very brightly smiles*
Ithiriel: *watches that..... grins*
Feanor: *HUGS son*
Feanor: *cannot believe he is hugging son and cannot blame mortal frailty on it >.>*
Maglor: *is just smiling*
Caranthir: *helps Feanor up* You'll probably growl at me for this...but we should swear a pact - to never raise our swords save in the defense of ourselves or innocents.
Feanor: If that is anything like an Oath, I think we aught to avoid them. *eyedarts* *wraps cloak around himself more tightly*
Maglor: *says in a soft voice* I think, though, that is an oath worth taking.
Caranthir: I would not call it an oath, persay. More like a promise. *laughs*
Ithiriel: *sets her bucket down, and walks over, a bit timidly*
Maglor: If it is a promise, then I will swear by it.
Feanor: A promise, then. One I would not swearing with my sons ... and daughter. *waves at Ithiriel* I never had a daughter, you know. That I remember, anyway.
Caranthir: *For once, no joke about Maglor!*
Ithiriel: *walks up a bit closer* It is a promise I will make, again, if you all are making it....
Maglor: *quickly hugs him before Feanor starts to blame all the earlier hugs on female mortal body, or Caranthir says something about him being a girl*
Maglor: *or anyone calls him Maggie, but...admittedly, never minded that all that much, anyway*
Caranthir: *group hugs!*
Feanor: *Hugs Maglor, hugs Caranthir, pulls Ithiriel into that hug, too*
Maglor: *group hugs*
Caranthir: *almost feels welcome in his own family, for the first time since he was a child >.>*
Feanor: Let us go and burn that pink leather, and find me some clothing. And then, I think, I will show you all what I made in your absence.
Caranthir: That sounds fantastic.
Maglor: I am out of coins. I'll have to sing for some more, sometime soon. I blame Caranthir for this. *finally lets go and looks...relieved...and happy*
Ithiriel: *smiles* If you are burning the pink leather, I would happily donate some of my coins to my father for clothing.
Ithiriel: *then realises she has a father HERE again ..... smiles more brightly*
Caranthir: *smirks*
Maglor: *would point out that they are often not the best rolemodels, but...this doesn't seem like the right time to point that out*
Ithiriel: *knows he won't be much less of an ass than her other father was, yes*
Maglor: *ahems softly, then eyedarts and does point this out* Make sure to hold that cloak closed.
Caranthir: The last thing we need is you flashing your elfhood all over Minas Tirith.
Maglor: *nods like that would be bad*
Feanor: *would facepalm*
Feanor: *can't, doing so would flash Minas Tirith*
Feanor: *GRINS at Caranthir* You are back in your original form now!
Feanor: And unmarried. And can sail. How fortunate. <3
Maglor: ......
Feanor: Maglor will not have to have all 32 of those little grandchildren himself!
Maglor: Perhaps Caranthir can give you thirty-two elflings, now.
Caranthir: *grins* They best get started then!
Maglor: .....we can not, not yet. *sighs lightly*
Feanor: Oh nay, all of Maglor's will be as stubborn as his wife *winks at Ithiriel* and musical, but will not craft anything as beautifully as you do. We need you to split the 32 amongst you.
Caranthir: *glances at his brother* Why do I think we will all come to regret what has transpired..and yet love every minute of it?
Maglor: *links arms with Ithiriel and then looks like he's thinking that over* Because that is what will happen, most likely. Did you expect anything less from the likes of us?
Maglor: *follows after Feanor and actually doesn't look like he's minding wearing the dress now, actually*