TEST DRIVE #6

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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[sculptor_of_aman]

[She closes her eyes, letting him hold her, to murmur sweet words. Never had she stopped loving him either, which made his absence feel all the more bitter.]

I was certain this day would never come. I felt your light go out of the world. I have missed you so, my Fëanáro. And you are still as beautiful as the day I lost you.

[She sighs softly at the touch of his lips upon her ear, chaste but yet terribly sensual. Yes, she has missed this too. And though their Years of the Children are long behind them, she is reminded of her longing to reunite with her husband, to renew their marriage again, if only once more. But then he asks of their sons, and her eyes open again.]

They follow their own interests, as they always have, Maedhros especially, but neither he not Makalaurë are ever too far that I cannot reach them if I must, and indeed, should it be by moonlight, it is never long before Makalaurë comes, his brother at his side, if I ask them to come to me. The youngest four I've heard no news of at all. I do not believe they have ever come here. But... Tyelkormo... He... He... [She cannot bring herself to say the words right now, and she buries her face against his neck.]

[lightcatcher]

[Maedhros. It takes him a moment to piece together who that is - partly because he didn't expect to hear of anyone but Makalaurë and Tyelkormo, partly because the name doesn't ring a bell at all, partly because... going but what he knows of the two sons whom he met during his first waking in the Drabwurld, he can piece apart that the name is Sindarin. Or supposed to be. Because while he may be no master of this language, he cannot see sense in it, and that requires a few seconds of his brain before he moves on and starts to wonder which of their sons it might be.

In the end, while there are only five options, Nerdanel has ruled out four of them, and that means Maitimo. ...Though he does wonder why his wife uses the other two sons' Quenyan names and not their eldest's. Which lets him move on to worry about the way in which she mentioned their third, and he hugs her firmly for only a split moment before pulling away and looking at her, though he still doesn't let go, his hands still on her arms.] What about Tyelkormo? [He also wants to know more of Maedhros; when he arrived, what he is doing - what Makalaurë is doing, and more importantly, how he is doing - at the least, he is still around, which is more than he dared to hope for when he realized just how long he had been gone. But they have to start somewhere.]

[sculptor_of_aman]

[Answering is difficult, but she has been nothing if not truthful with her husband.]

The day I arrived, there was a torn and bloodied cloak hung in the feasting hall. It belonged to Tyelkormo. I later found out he was slain on the battlefield. Executed, actually, is more the correct term.

And yet... Morla restored him. He told me he loved her like a mother. And during such time I was absent. I did not know. I was told my child was dead. But we were reunited. It wasn't easy, but we were together...

[There's a brief, accusatory flash in her eyes. She doesn't say so out loud, but the thought is still there: Just what did you put our children through in the name of your folly, Fëanáro? But she continues on.]

And then... Recently... His light just... vanished. And I knew he was gone. Not even killed. Just gone. I do not know his fate. His brothers grieve as well, and hope for the best for him.

[lightcatcher]

[And just like that, there is distance between them, and hurt, and Fëanor pulls away completely, going so far as to take back a step, and not only so that he can see her better and read more from her expression.

But also because he has never been one for physical proximity when anger reigned his actions, and there is much anger in his eyes, their grey dark and bright as once like storm clouds that carry lightening, flashing dangerously.]

Morla.

[There is no tone in his voice, but much disdain, contempt that is only bested by the hatred that he feels for Morgoth.]

I know of her, and what she did to my son. [He doesn't quite notice the pronoun, though it isn't there by accident - much of his dislike of Morla is derived from the claim that she has - had - on Celegorm. A claim that attacked his own claim on their son, that compromised loyalties and the power of which he feared. And Fëanor has never taken to notions of fear with anything but anger. Awe, yes, that he knows, but that is not what he has ever felt towards the regents of this world, which sets them apart from the Valar, most of whom he had positive feelings towards in the beginning.] ...Before it that you have been told, and yet I cannot be surprised by it.

How does Makalaurë fare? [Not where he is; how he is doing. Because he did terribly when Fëanor was around, so close to fading.]

[sculptor_of_aman]

Selflessly. Perhaps too much so. He gives so much of himself to others. To me. To his brother. To his friends. His heart has been returned to him, and I believe him stronger now. He will not fade so long as I am here. He knows I cannot allow it.

He is wary of both courts, as I think he should be. He has loved ones on both sides of the conflict.

[lightcatcher]

[...so he lost his heart again. MAGLOR. MAGLOR WHY. He'll have to talk about this with their son.]

I will shed no tears if both courts burn; and trust not their promises of return or staying. Powerful they might be, but cruel and lacking in honor as well, unworthy of trust.

[Which leaves two points on his list - when are you from, when is Maitimo from? and the fate of the silmaril that the Seelie woman held. ...the first question actually is kind of necessary for the second, because what if she's from before their making?]

What time were you and Maitimo taken from?