Maedhros Nelyafinwë Maitimo Fëanorian ✧ Russandol (
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(But the dawn is brief and the day full often belies its promise.)
FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Maedhros
RECIPIENT: Anyone with a crystal.
WHAT: Manic? Did anyone say manic? This can't be good.
WHEN: Spanning a week? (7-10 days?)
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Someone is afflicted with a strange Flu.
SENDER: Maedhros
RECIPIENT: Anyone with a crystal.
WHAT: Manic? Did anyone say manic? This can't be good.
WHEN: Spanning a week? (7-10 days?)
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Someone is afflicted with a strange Flu.
(The fires are high in the Forge and someone is working at all hours. Have they come out for food? Water? Air? Well if you wondered, he does make a quick message.)
Whoever thinks knocking on the door is a good idea, will not leave unscathed next time!
(There is a strange light in his eyes - and if anyone knows of his father, they will recognize it immediately. Abort mission!)
I am on the cusp of making something spectacular and I do not need any interference. Do I make myself clear?
(What happened to the gentler Maedhros? Some might claim he has been swallowed by the flames of ambition.)
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She summons up her courage.] When was the last time you left the forge? [she asks--demands, more like.] Have you eaten breakfast? Slept?
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It has been days. (He needs a good bath and/or shower at the very least - not that Arda Elves are prone to smelling bad.) Why does it interest you?
(He knows why. But the feelings are confusing. He must work; not forge new friendships!)
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I just--worry about you, from time to time. And you seem so very unlike yourself.
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What about me has changed?
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You’re frightening, like this.
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I do not mean to be.
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Then, softly,] Can I bring you something to eat? Maybe some tea? There's a blend my mother makes when I'm feeling unwell, and it might... [Quietly, her words taper off.]
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...my heart is racing. I cannot rest even if I wish to. I have never felt this way before.
Tea...would be nice.
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I can some to the forge, if that's where you are, [she volunteers.] If.. if you want.
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I can meet you outside. It is too hot in here for you.