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 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.