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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[consumedbyfire]

"I'm glad you're happy here," Fingon said with all his heart. His cousin deserved happiness now.

"And I'm lucky to have my two favorite cousins," he said happily, trying to forget about his little slip. Hopefully Maglor would forget as well.

[bythewaves]

"Thank you, cousin." Maglor says gently. "Promise me something. When you go home. Be happy, alright? Don't worry about me. I would say 'forget me' but I know that will not happen."

Forget? HAHAHAHA such an optimist.

[consumedbyfire]

Fingon frowned at that, leaning against his cousin. "I don't know- Maglor- I think I died." He didn't want to think about it but he couldn't imagine surviving the fire and pain.

"No, I would never forget you, cousin. I love you too much for that."

[bythewaves]

Maglor swats him lightly. "Of course you died. But I cannot think Fingon the Valiant will be long in the Halls. I mean it, Finno. Promise me that you will seek for happiness."

He smiles at him wistfully. "Life would probably be easier if you could forget us all, but I know your heart is too great for that."

[consumedbyfire]

Despite the happiness ready to burst from him, tears welled up in Fingon's eyes. He didn't feel brave- he had been terrified of dying and he still was. He wasn't sure how long he would be in the Halls.

"I can't and won't forget either you or Maitimo!" the thought made a tear fall down his cheek. He loved them too much and the thought of being without them hurt.

[bythewaves]

"Ah Finno" Instantly contrite Maglor reaches to wipe away the tear.

"Do not weep, cousin. Not for me. You will live again and walk with your family in Tirion, and live as you were always meant to - in joy and peace."

[consumedbyfire]

"You're family though," Fingon said with a hiccup as he hugged Maglor, unable to help himself. He didn't want to think about an eternity without his two favorite cousins.

It wouldn't be complete. "Please try to return if you can?"

[bythewaves]

"Hush now," Maglor hugs him back comfortingly.

"No weeping, little cousin. We will always be family. But you know as well as I that I am Exile and worse than that - I cannot return, Finno."

[consumedbyfire]

"Are you happy here at least though?" Fingon wanted the best for his cousin. Maglor had always done so much for him he wanted to repay that now that he was older.

"At least I will get to see you here," he said as he leaned his head against Maglor's shoulder.

[bythewaves]

"Yes." No hesitation. "I have people here who need me, and now I have been granted the blessing of seeing you and Nelyo both. It is enough, Fingon - do not worry over me."

[consumedbyfire]

"I'm always going to worry, Maglor," Fingon said but he smiled now, reassured.

"You worry about me enough- let me worry about you and Nelyo," he said firmly. He loved his cousins too much to just let them be,

[bythewaves]

"I'm the older cousin." Maglor points out wryly. "I rather think worrying is my job."

[consumedbyfire]

"Yeah well- " Fingon thought for a moment as his expression shifted to a pout.

"Can I worry because I'm the king?" he asked after a moment. He didn't like being king but if he could use it to look after his cousins, he would.

[bythewaves]

Maglor snorts at him in fond amusement. "I suppose if your majesty wishes to, then who is this poor soldier to deny him?" If you want to pull the King card, Fingon, then Maglor is quite happy to pull the "BUT I AM ONLY A LOWLY SERVANT TO THE CROWN" routine.

[consumedbyfire]

"Yes, I wish to look after my beloved cousin," Fingon said before huffing , hugging Maglor's arm so he could lead the way to the house. "And nothing is going to convince me otherwise."

[bythewaves]

Maglor tugs on a braid fondly in answer.

"Worrywart." He accuses fondly. "And you wonder why you were so loved, as High King. No, I am sure of it - the Halls will not hold you long. You are far too bright a soul."

But yes yes yes, starting to walk to where he left Nelyo.

[consumedbyfire]

"I wasn't the best King otherwise but I always care for you and Nelyo as a cousin and as a king both," Fingon said as he walked with Maglor, a spring in his step once more. He clutched the plush toy, happy once more.

[bythewaves]

Maglor snorts.

"You were the best high king we could have asked for, and certainly the dearest loved."

Maglor corrects crisply. "Do not underestimate how much good you did, nor how greatly your name is honored." Mainly because Turgon was the most useless High King ever if you didn't live in Gondolin, but Maglor's not going to tell Fingon that.

"Even into the Third Age, stories of you are still told."

[consumedbyfire]

Fingon flushed, surprised.

"I was?" he had never sought glory- he just wanted to be a good High King to their people. Fingon never thought that he was special or that he deserved special praise just because he was a King.

Fingon bowed his head, overwhelmed for a moment. It was one thing to be highly regarded among the Noldor but his name being known for Ages to come? "I never thought- I never could have dreamed-"

[bythewaves]

"Of course you were. Silly."

Maglor shakes his head at him fondly.

"And they will sing your tales as long as there are those who know them, I think."

That Maglor wrote them has nothing to do with that estimation, of course not.

[consumedbyfire]

"I just hope that I was able to do some good to our people. That matters more to me than any songs in my honor," Fingon admitted but he laughed, looking at Maglor.

"Are those tales from you, cousin? Are you sure you're not a little biased?" But his cousin would never lie or try to make him feel better by such deception. He knew that if Maglor sung tales of him, it was because he meant them.

[bythewaves]

"If you had not, do you truly think that folk would remember you?" Maglor points out.

He knows the songs of the Third Age, after all, are about Glorfindel and Ecthelion... and not Turgon.

"Some of them might be." Proud still, especially about his art - that people still sing the songs of Maglor despite despising him will never cease to please him.

[consumedbyfire]

"I suppose not," Fingon admitted.

He knew his brother had always been always been different and preferred to retreat to his own spaces. He loved Turgon but it wouldn't surprise him that Turgon was not the subject of tales.

"I have no doubt that your songs do me justice," he said with a bright smile.

[bythewaves]

"I tried." Maglor says with fake modesty and then grins at him.

"They aren't all mine, of course. But some of them are."

And Maglor knows them all.