MINGLE LOG: WEEK ONE

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Who: Everyone!
What: The MINGLE LOG for Week One of the Asgard Eventide Reunion!
When: March 1-7
Where: Anywhere in town!
Rating: PG-13 tops! Anything higher than that should be taken to a private log, please.

[ OOC NOTES: Whether you're making a return to the city or this is your first time setting foot into Asgard, the gods and Natives alike sure are happy to see you. This is a catch-all mingle log for Week One! Please check HERE for a run-down on what's cookin' this week. You can feel free to make your own headers, create your own events, or post your own logs elsewhere as you please. Please put [OPEN/CLOSED] along with the time/location of your character in the title of your comment.

As a note: we were super fortunate to have a few of our old NPC handlers volunteer to pick up their old Gods for the reunion! We currently have Hel, Heimdall, Baldr, Thor, Freyr, Mimir, Honir, Asgard!Loki, and also Frigg available for threading. If you'd like to request an appearance from one of these kids, please say so in the title of your comment. Some of us may make our own top-level as well, so be on the lookout for that! A million thanks to our NPC team for being so fantastic, we love and appreciate you so much.

Don't forget to check out the IC Inbox Mingle and the Network Post Mingle in the network comm! Let us know if you have any questions! ]

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[bythewaves]

"I don't want to hurt you, Nelyo... I have already brought so much pain."

[castintoflames]

"Nonsense." his smile is a mixture of pride and love, "You've suffered enough."

[bythewaves]

"I am sorry... " Maglor offers softly. "I would come to you if I could, you know that. I just...I thought if I couldn't ever return then...maybe it would be alright to stay."

[castintoflames]

"I don't want you to apologize or feel guilty, Kano. I want you to enjoy what you have found to the fullest." Maedhros captures his hand again and squeezes it, "I need to thank your fosterlings."

[bythewaves]

Maglor squeezes back shyly. "I am sorry though - I really would come to you if I could. But thank you for understanding."

[castintoflames]

"I know you would." he doesn't question that. They spent so many centuries together that there are times Maglor feels like an extension of himself.

But that isn't fair. His brother deserves a full life of his own.

"I love seeing you content."

[bythewaves]

Maglor smiles back, shy and pleased.

"Thank you, Nelyo. Will you promise me to be happy too? Wherever you are? Don't wait for me."

[castintoflames]

"I cannot promise that." his lips quirk, "A part of me will always wait for you."

At heart, he is a hopeless optimist where his brothers are concerned.

[bythewaves]

Maglor ducks, pleased. "Then at least promise to be happy, Nelyo - live and be happy. I am sure if any can win their freedom from the Halls it will be you."

[castintoflames]

"Your happiness is mine whether you believe it to be so or not." Maedhros rests his right arm on the table, easing the distant ache, "I will wait for Celebrimbor and then seek...what lies beyond those Halls."

[bythewaves]

"As yours is mine." Maglor promises softly

"As long as I know you are well I am content."

[castintoflames]

"It has always been us, hasn't it?" Maedhros sighs, "I have much to thank you for, Kano. I do not know where to begin."

[bythewaves]

"We are brothers." Maglor agrees softly. "Always and forever. That is the only thanks I need."

[castintoflames]

"As if I could sever such a bond!" or that he would want to! "I love you. I have always loved you."

[bythewaves]

"I know." Maglor reaches across the table to tug fondly on his brother's hair.

"I have loved you since I heard your Song, and I always will."

[castintoflames]

He grins and there is more life in the expression.

"You mean the songs I used to sing you to get you to sleep?"

[bythewaves]

"Those were very good songs!" Maglor defends with a low laugh.

"But I meant your Song - how else do you think I always could find you?"

The sound of the Music that is uniquely his brothers he has always known, it seems.

[castintoflames]

"They caused more laughter than slumber." which might have been the point. Who could blame him for wanting to hear his little brother's laughter?

"Your ears are special. I wondered what you heard as a babe. You would listen so intently when I was in the room."

[bythewaves]

"Because they were good songs." Maglor agrees smugly.

"I liked your Song - always so strong and full of love."

It hurt when it stopped and there was nothing but silence.

[castintoflames]

"I get the feeling your Song is stronger than mine, Kano." Maedhros brushes his thumb over his knuckles, "To carry on without kith or kin..."

The silence had to be staggering. But Asgard has lessened it and, for that, he is grateful to this world.

[bythewaves]

"I don't think so. But I cannot hear it, so I do not know." Everyone's Song, but never his own. "It surely cannot be that good without it's other parts though."

Maglor curls his hand into his brother's hold.

[castintoflames]

"That seems cruel to me." to have such a talent and have no enjoyment of one's own Song, "If I could hear it, I would tell you. However it must be a strong melody on its own considering all you have endured."

Perhaps not ideal - perhaps not perfect - but strong. Resilient.

Maedhros frowns and touches the scars on Maglor's palm.

"Where did you get these?"

[bythewaves]

Maglor shrugs at him - he has never wondered why, it is simply the way it always has been.

"Maybe - but I will never know."

He pales a little when his brother discovers the scars and slowly turns his hands so they can be seen.

"I...think you can guess."

Crisscrossing lines run in contractures across his palms and fingers, and right in the centre of his right they run almost straight...as if the facet of a great gem once pressed there.

[castintoflames]

"Do not say never." there could be one in this world with the ability to hear his Song. Maedhros wants to look for them - carefully, of course. He knows he can look intimidating.

And for good reason. The Oath... The Silmarils... They have made him hard and scarred.

He also understands - now - why he likely succumbed to the fire.

"..." the words won't form and he stares at the scars, paling. Rejection? After all they had done, they are...unworthy?

[bythewaves]

Maglor comes to sit next to him, reaching for him and squeezing his hand tight, to give his brother touch to focus on.

"Ssh Nelyo, breathe. Breathe, brother, I'm here. I know. I am sorry Nelyo. We got them back , but ultimately failed. Ssh. I'm so sorry Nelyo."