TEST DRIVE MEME

[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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[heroyic]

[ For a moment, Roy lets the smile drop away, leaving in its wake only a steady blankness, cordoned in by the lank fall of his hair. ]

Booze and good company, what more could I want?

[ What would Thranduil think, if he knew what Roy Walker had done to his own slip of a child he'd once called daughter?

He looks at his hands. The clean nailbeds. The lifelines bisecting his palms in two.

His smile flickers back on. ]

Some music, maybe; that's all we're missing. Do Elvenkings sing?

[firith]

[ There's an answer in the way he holds his silence and that mirrorless, fractured gaze a handful of moments too long for the pause to be entirely natural. He recalls Legolas telling him how the Hornburg was set upon by ten-thousand strong against the barest sliver of mortal forces at Helm's Deep and thinks he can find an echo of such hopelessness buried deep in the lines of Roy's face.

Legs cross as he eases back on the table in an elegant slouch all silver robes and long blonde locks spilling over the edge, a thumb running along the lip of his goblet. Not unkindly, he replies once that brittle smile is back in place on Roy's face. ]

Not when revelry such as this serves to drown them out.

[heroyic]

[ Not unkindly, yes, that's the shape of it. That's the shape of life, one plodding day after another, nothing kind or unkind or great or wretched. Just — one long stretch into gray perpetuity.

Roy takes another inelegant mouthful from his goblet. It's not enough; a third and a fourth swallow soon follow. ]

C'mon. If you sing anything like you hold yourself, T'm sure every damn fool and fairy in the room would shut up pretty quick.

[firith]

[ The way he looks at Roy speaks volumes for his opinion of being goaded into singing. He's not certain how long or how deep the scars are, carried by the mortal, but it's at least apparent there is something wounded about him. His temperament, more so than his physical aches, conjure up imagery of a bush unnecessarily growing thorns. That's more than likely the reason he sets his drink aside and selects the only song that comes to mind; the last one that was ever sung by the Grey Havens and heard by Legolas on the shores of Middle-Earth.

A low dirge, thrumming and rich with a version of Roy's voice that again, like so much else about them, sets each apart by countless leagues. There's the loss of his child in the lilting Sindarin which translates its meaning without necessarily having to be understood, clearly his mother-tongue. ]

Fanuilos heryn aglar
Rîn athar annún-aearath,
Calad ammen i reniar
Mi 'aladhremmin ennorath!

A Elbereth! Gilthoniel!
I chîn a thûl lin míriel
Fanuilos le linnathon
Ne ndor haer thar i aearon.
A elin na gaim eglerib
Ned în ben-anor trerennin
Si silivrin ne pherth 'waewib
Cenim lyth thílyn thuiennin.

A! Elbereth Gilthoniel
Men echenim sí derthiel
Ne chaered hen nu 'aladhath,
Ngilith or annún-aearath.

[ It isn't particularly loud, having been sung for Roy, but there's a certain lull in the surrounding conversations when he finishes and what fairies have gathered around the cutlery have a slow pulse to their iridescent wings. Judging by the choice of his song, there isn't another forthcoming. ]

[heroyic]

[ Roy watches,reduced again to naught but a dark sweep of a gaze and the white knuckles of his hands about his goblet.

He knows nothing about the Ainur minstrelsy, nothing about Ilúvatar's gift, nothing about the wellspring of starlight taken form in each of the Eldar. And yet the song is enough to crack open the door — there's something beyond, grief like the cruel tip of a hook. He can feel his heart beating, the rushing of blood through the narrow confines of his body. To feel so much, to live so long, to hurt and to hurt —

And then it's over, and the raucous fairy-wrought mirth settles back into place around them. For a moment, Roy cannot throw off the silence that has taken him by his throat.

Then: ]

Wow.

[ He jerks up, spine straightening from its quiet curl — his teeth are set against one another. A swipe of his hand across his face, to remove the evidence of his emotional reaction to the song, but even that is of little help; his lashes are dark and clumped. ]

Wow. Damn. [ A huff of laughter, to lighten the heaviness of his tongue. ] If the king thing doesn't work out for you, let me know. You could make millions with that voice.

[firith]

[ Roy ought to hear joyful Elvish songs. The weaving of illumination under Varda's veiling stars which first touched the Eldar is beautiful, he knows, and the song is one close to the hearts of all elves, but to hear the woodland call of summer and crisp green leaves, new life — it would prove far more healing. Those verses no longer lie readied in his breast these days, not easily exhumed.

The surrounding din closes back in on them and what lightness Roy offers to veer the subject away from any awkward emotions is immediately picked up by Thranduil, in part because he has no idea what manner of compliment he received albeit actually being one. ]

Millions of what?

[ Songs, he supposes, but who would want to make millions? That's a little much even for the Elvenking himself. ]