(Of secrets kept, strength like a tower.)

[castintoflames]

FORM: Sending crystal.
SENDER: Maedhros
RECIPIENT: Everyone with a crystal.
WHAT: Oh look. Planning.
WHEN: A week or so after his brother's disappearance.
WHERE: Kirkwall at the moment.
NOTES: Let's talk about monster hunting.

Tell me about dragons. (Short, sweet and to the point.) Apparently bears and large spiders will not do.

(Maedhros, get out of your head and explain. Quiet comments to yourself don't count as communicating.)

I want (need) to go on a hunt.

Comments

[castintoflames]

(He smiles softly, enchanted once again. This is why Fingon will always triumph over him.)

Why would I try?

(He will grow it nice and long then so it can be played with for long periods of time.)

I am finding that while I can accept my heritage, I should not allow it to weigh me down.

[utulien_aure]

[That wasn't quite what Fingon intended, but alright]

I do not know. But you are very silly, sometimes.

[He will take that, absolutely.]

You have no idea how glad that makes me.

[castintoflames]

(It can't be helped. Maedhros has been smitten for centuries.)

You will not hear any argument from me.

(Rapunzel length even!)

Would you be willing to show me how happy it makes you?

[utulien_aure]

I would.

[Nodding politely and agreeably, though the laughter is clear in his eyes]

What did you have in mind? A poem? An errand of gallantry?

[castintoflames]

Only because I am silly.

(Well, well well. Maedhros thinks over his options, tapping a finger against his chin.)

A poem would be sweet... But an errand of gallantry would be exciting. Must you leave me to do the latter?

[utulien_aure]

I do not, if that is what my lord wishes.

[castintoflames]

The closer you are, the happier I will be. I suppose you must pretend I am the dragon?

[utulien_aure]

[A side-eye, and a laugh]

What exactly did you think I intended to do to some poor dragon?

[castintoflames]

That depends entirely on your ambitions! I can pretend to perish quite well. (He has had a lot of practice.)

[utulien_aure]

I had thought to be traditional as bring you back the head of some terrible monster. It would be a tad inconvenient, trying to give you your own head

[castintoflames]

You could leave my head on my shoulders and give me a kiss instead?

[utulien_aure]

Well.

[Pretending to consider]

If you insist.

[castintoflames]

(His blue eyes widen the slightest bit and his lips purse. He is not so bad at feigning a look of hurt!)

...that is if you can reach me.

[utulien_aure]

[Fingon goes still and his eyes brighten at that.]

A challenge, Russandol?

[His smile says the rest: I love a challenge]

[castintoflames]

(A slow smirk answers that smile. He stands at his full height, crossing his arms over his chest.)

Indeed and I can't tell if you are up to it? I can always bend a little.

[utulien_aure]

[The look in his eyes should tell Maedhros the actual answer to that question: you will be, soon enough.

But instead, still smiling a fierce, hunter's smile, he says.]

Love. I think you need to start running. I'll give you a head's start, even.

[castintoflames]

(So he is hunted. Very well! Maedhros chuckles, eyes shining.)

How kind! (He turns on his heel with remarkable grace and flees, appearing as little more than a flash of copper.)

[utulien_aure]

I try!

[He's feeling generous- Maedhros gets just over a minute before Fingon races after him, braids flying behind.]

[castintoflames]

(He chooses to climb on top of a large stone, perching himself above the trail he had taken. He grins, but keeps absolutely still and quiet.)

[utulien_aure]

[Ooo, clever, Mae. But is it good enough?

Fingon comes into sight, eyes clearly scanning for a tell-tale flash of red

He looks up to check the treeline, and-]

[castintoflames]

(He rolls to the far edge of the stone, wincing faintly when he causes a rain of small pebbles to fall. Knowing he has been caught - or at least given away - he attempts to slip off the stone in one smooth motion.

He doesn't account for an angry squirrel, chittering at him for startling her.)

[utulien_aure]

[Alas. Betrayed by a squirrel.

Fingon turns at the noise, then hoists himself up and over the stone until he can see his prey.

Maedhros is probably not surprised to see the maniacal grin crossing his face.]

Well, well, well. What have we here?

[castintoflames]

(He will never trust them again! Maedhros frowns at the small creature before glancing over his shoulder at his devious cousin.

What to do.)

I am not the one you seek! (He stands and tugs on a tree branch, bringing down a hail of acorns.)

[utulien_aure]

Oh? Who are you, then?

[The scattering acorns slow him down only a hair's breadth, but if Maedhros has his wits that just might be enough.]

[castintoflames]

(Wits are hard to come by when Fingon is near, but Maedhros does his best to approach the edge of the stone.)

I hail from the sun and now I must return home! (He holds out his hands.) Careful, do not touch me! I will burn you.