asgardcoda | MINGLE LOG: WEEK ONE

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!mingle,
!week one

MINGLE LOG: WEEK ONE

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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"Your majesty!" He corrects in a rush and reaches back towards him, eyes searching for any obvious damage. "Oh Fingon, I did not expect to see you here!"

Maglor himself looks well - if a little... Mannish in both mannerisms and dress.

Maglor was different, that was for certain, but Fingon assumed some time had passed since he saw his cousin last. He still got a happy smile despite the pain from his head wound. He was just happy to see his cousin,

"I did not expect to see you either here either!" he reached out to clasp Maglor's hands in his. "But I am glad you're here. Are there any others from Arda?"

"You're bleeding" Is Maglor immediate fuss. "Aye, there are, but you're injured! Fingon, come and sit down and let me look."

"Oh am I?" Fingon reached up to touch where some blood was welling up. "It's mostly stopped though, it should be fine," he assured him before looking hopeful.

"Who else is here?" he asked quickly before Maglor could fuss more.

"Mostly stopped?" Maglor hisses indignantly and tugs at him to find a place to sit down.

"Sit down before you fall down Finno."

He will tell you when you do, deal?

Fingon let himself be lead somewhere to sit down without protest though he didn't think it was that bad. "I'm more concerned with you and others from Arda who may be here," he said but he sat down when Maglor found them a place.

He was feeling a bit woozy when he thought about it so maybe it was a good idea to sit down. His older cousin seemed to have sensed that.

"I am fine." Maglor snorts. "I worry more about you. What is the last thing you remember, Finno? Time is very fluid here."

He eyes the injury with a low tsk and sets to cleaning it carefully.

"As for that - someone who will be very glad to see you is here, and one other that you do not know, but who is kin to your brother Turgon."

"Someone who will be glad I'm here?" His heart leap into his throat at that, wondering if- he felt his cheeks flush as Maglor kept talking.

"I would like to meet them. I miss Turgon- are they related to Idril then?" He was starting to feel that he had missed a great deal after his death now. He knew the world would keep on going after him but it was still strange to think about.

"Mmhmm." Maglor tugs lightly on a strand of hair. "And you haven't answered my question about the last thing you remember. Stop stalling. I promise, you cannot surprise me, Finno." He'll answer yours when you answer his, although he's pretty sure they both know the answers.

"I think they would like to meet you too - and yes, he is Idril's grandson."

Fingon went quiet for a moment as he looked away. "I don't really remember. There was a battle and fire- and pain. It hurt a lot. I don't remember anything after that until I woke up here," he admitted before he looked back at Maglor.

"Idril's grandson? Turgon always wanted a big family," he said with a smile. The thought cheered him up and gave him something to focus on. "Tell me about my nephew."

A long sigh and Maglor presses a sad kiss to Fingon's head.

"So. I thought so, considering where this injury is. Ah little cousin. We missed you so. Maedhros is here, as you thought - he took it especially hard, for he felt if he had not pressed us all into the Union..."

He shakes his head slowly and moves to sit with his cousin, having done all he can without decent supplies for the head injury.

"But at the same time..." He says lowly. "I am glad you died when you did, so that you did not have to see what we all became."

He forces a smile and nods. "Yes. Elrond is his name - Idril had a son, Earendil, who wed the princess of Doriath, one Elwing by name. He is wise and kind, I think you will like him."

Fingon leaned against Maglor, letting out a sigh. "So...I really died then?" he asked slowly but he knew the answer. Maglor wouldn't lie.

"I won't ask what happened then," he said as he didn't think Maglor would want to talk about it. "Where is Maedhros?" he instantly perked up at that though, his eyes lighting up. "I'm sorry- I can't imagine-" he didn't want to imagine his cousin in pain.

"I cannot wait to meet him!"

"Aye." Maglor wraps an arm around his cousin to hug him briefly. "We could not get to you in time."

The guilt ate into Maedhros, he does not need to say.

"Do not imagine - it is better if you don't, Finno. Maedhros will want to tell you himself anyway, I suppose. He is here - like you, he comes fresh from a battle, I think." He had certainly been jittery enough, and in armor to boot.

"I once had a house here - the place is empty now, of course, but still quite livable, so I brought Maedhros there."

Talking about Elrond always makes him smile. "And he will be just as excited, I am sure. He was always very fond of history - he will enjoy meeting a part of those stories."

"I don't blame you for that. How could I?" Fingon couldn't expect his cousins to save him from his battle.

"I'll let him tell me. If he wants to, I don't want to press if he doesn't want to speak about it." Fingon didn't want to open new wounds if Maedhros didn't want to go into the past.

"Can I visit him there?" he asked, hopeful. He didn't want to intrude but this was Maedhros.

"I hope I don't disappoint! Stories can exaggerate after all!"

"It was the plan." Maglor reminds him. "I will always be sorry I could not get there in time - it was my Easterlings that betrayed us and delayed us."

"Of course you can! He will be so glad to see you again. He has missed you terribly."

Another fond, almost paternal smile at the thought of Elrond. "You could never."

"It's still not your fault," Fingon said firmly. He wouldn't let his cousins blame themselves when it wasn't their fault.

"Thank you. I will be glad to see him as well," Fingon said as he lit up once more. He couldn't help it.

"Then I would love to meet him!"

"It is. Celegorm and I were meant to keep an eye on intelligence. What sort of spymasters were we if we could not even see betrayal in our own?"

Maglor smiles to see him light up.

"I do not know where Elrond has gone - possibly to bother Riley. But I will direct him to you when I find him. For now, we can go and find Nelyo, and if you want any more information I can give it."

"Can we see Nelyo first?" He couldn't help his eagerness though he was trying to hide it the best he could.

He was happy to see Maglor though and he threw his arms around his cousin. Fingon had always been open with his affection with his family, especially those he adored and looked up to.

Maglor snorts at the eagerness and gives in to the urge to tug on Fingon's hair when he hugged him.

"Of course we can. Come on - let's go and find him."

Fingon laughed as Maglor tugged on his hair, letting go of him so they could stand up.

"Lead the way!"

Maglor smile and tugs him along. "Ah, and we should find your lantern - that is how I knew you were here. I did not dare to touch it as er. It has some... interesting side effects if it is not your name on the lantern. But if it is you get a nice gift."

"I get a nice gift?" Fingon hadn't forgotten Maedhros but he always liked a nice surprise.

"Lead the way!" he reached out to grab his cousin's hand so he wouldn't lose him in the crowd.

"Mmhmm" Maglor shoots a grin at him and fishes the portrait he was given from a pocket to show him.

"So I bet if we find yours, you will get something as well."

And be overcome with the need to hug everyone, which Maglor thinks amusedly is not at all dissimilar to Fingon normally.

When Fingon found his lantern, he carefully took it into his hands. As soon as he touched it, a gold light flared up around him and when he looked at his hand there was a little stuffed animal of a grey horse.

Fingon's cheeks flushed- he knew this horse. It was the first one he had learned to ride and he had fond memories of Maedhros patiently teaching him. He hugged it tight before grabbing Maglor's arm to hug it as well.

"It's cute!"

Maglor steps back a little and shields his eyes, smiling when he also recognises the toy.

"Ah now an old familiar friend!"

Even expecting it he startles briefly before laughing softly and hugging back.

"As are you, hm, Finno?"

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