A Feanorian Misadventure

[forging_gold]

Maglor: *heading to the House of History as he told Caranthir he would help look for the silmaril*
Arakano: *walking around the city, sees a somewhat familiar figure ahead. Walks faster* Hello?
Maglor: *turns and sees the familiar elf...not Fingon...not Turgon...not Fingolfin...* Arakano! *that's the one!*
Arakano: Cousin! *is no longer angry about the burning of the ships, and likes his cousins anyway*
Maglor: *stops so he can catch up* I had not heard you were here!
Arakano: Well, it's not as if Findekano or Turukano remembered I ever existed, but they do now. I have been in the House of Healing for a week or so. I didn't know you were here either. I did see Carnistir.
Maglor: I haven't been here long either. Are you well? From when have you come? *has guesses, but*
Arakano: Eh well... I suppose you heard I died? That's where I came from. I am still sick, the healers say, but I am well.
Maglor: *nods* I did hear. I'm sorry. *but grins a little* You are still sick but you are well? Which should I believe?
Arakano: *grins too* Well, I have something called anaemia pernicious, so I require blood transfusions, but I hope it will be over soon. I feel stronger.
Maglor: That doesn't sound so good. *cannot say he knows anything about that kind of thing* I'm glad you feel stronger, anyway!
Arakano: I am glad too. I was going crazy in the Healing House, though I made friends with a small strange Human girl.
Maglor: Trust you to befriend the strange ones! *but just kidding*
Arakano: *feels younger than he is* She just keep escaping her ward, and she feared Turukano. I think she liked me because I gave her candy. And you, cousin? Where do you come from?
Maglor: The opposite of you, far in the future. After the First Age. After the Third.
Arakano: *has not read that much yet* Not from Valinor...
Maglor: No, not anymore. *sometimes wishes, but wishing is dangerous*
Arakano: *nods* I see... I'm glad you are here, cousin. And that you remember me! *teasing* It is as if we all were together again. I know what happened between our families, but I always liked to hang around with Moryo... Who is my age now, or even a bit younger. *smiles*
Maglor: *nods, smiles too* An old fashioned family reunion... It will be good for Moryo to have you around.
Arakano: Now he can't send me away saying I'm too young to follow him around. He still thinks he is older than me, though. Where you going somewhere? I was going to see if I find some art supplies. I have no idea where to find them here.
Maglor: *laughs at the age comment* I was on my way to the House of History. *doesn't mention the reason* I think there are some art supply shops on the east end of the market. I remember passing one or two when looking for a harp.
Arakano: Oh, I hope they sell what I need. I want to do some painting, as I used to in Tirion. Mind if I walk with you to the House of History? I want to say hello to Moryo, and then I'll leave you two. I want to start doing something... Maybe I'll paint Moryo. *grins*
Maglor: Not at all. Moryo will be glad to see you. *laughs* And you should.
Arakano: *walks with him* You know I met a Human? A man from Gondor. His name is Boromir.
Maglor: *has heard this name before* Oh really? How was he? That must be very interesting for you!
Arakano: First grown up Human... Oh, well, apart from the Human Healer... He was nice, and had hair on his face, but in a nice way...
Maglor: *nods* It suits many of the human men!
Arakano: Yes, it does! I haven't seen Elves with beard save for Mahtan, but he is old...
Maglor: *rubs his chin* I don't think I would like it much...
Arakano: Must be tiresome to shave. Is that the place?
Maglor: *looks up* It must be. This is actually my first time going.
Arakano: Let's go inside. *asks around* I think I know where to find him.
Maglor: Lead on then, cousin.
Arakano: *leads Maglor, looking around at all the books* There he is! Hi, Moryo!
Maglor: Hello, brother! *quick embrace*
Caranthir: *looks up from his work* Arakano? Maglor? *smiles at them*
Maglor: How are you, wee little brother?
Caranthir: *stops smiling* I'm of age, Maglor *ïs getting used to strange sindarin names* I am fine. Arakano, why are you not in bed?
Arakano *sighs* I told you, I am all right. Really.
Maglor: I am only teasing you, Moryo, you know that!
Caranthir: *calms down, why does Arakano look a bit older than him? No, they must be the same age now* I know. I'm sorry. I'm glad you came.
Maglor: Just think of how mean I would be to Curufin if he were here! *brightly*
Arakano: *smiles too* That would be great! If he were younger than Moryo, that is.
Caranthir: *scowls at Arakano*
Maglor: *amused; for Caranthir's benefit* Curufin has always been younger than Moryo.
Arakano: Yes, but what if he comes from after... *stops, looks embarrassed* I didn't mean, I just thought that he could come from later... I think I'll leave now.
Maglor: *knows what he means, doesn't blame him, just trying to preserve a little of Caranthir's dignity for him* Look after yourself, cousin!
Caranthir: *stops scowling* Come back another day, Arakano.
Arakano: *smiles, and leaves*
Maglor: *waves* So, what did you have in mind, Moryo? *leans against one of the shelves*
Caranthir: There is a room where I used to hide before I came here. I've been there again, but there was nothing, no door. Do you want to come with me to see it?
Maglor: *nods* Yes, show me.
Caranthir: *leads Maglor to an old section of the House of Healing* Nobody comes here, and I... I am the only one who can open it.
Maglor: You're the only one who can open it? *looks around, habitually, to see that indeed no one is near*
Caranthir: You know I can sense when others are close... I mean you and our brothers, and even Mama and Papa. I haven't been making any effort lately because I got very tired after sealing this room. *They go down stairs and finally find a small door. Caranthir says a few words and the door opens* Come inside. It's just a room, but maybe we can find something else.
Maglor: *nodding, intrigued. And more than a little impressed*
Caranthir: *leads him inside. There is a room, a makeshift bed, and old books about history and mining* I have always wondered if this leads somewhere, a mine perhaps? Or some other place. What do you think?
Maglor: It might! *starts walking the perimeter, looking for signs of a secret passage or weak place in the stones; stonework is by no means his forte, but perhaps he might spot something* How much history have you read, Carnistir? *as he runs his hand over the wall, curious*
Caranthir: I know how I died, how our brothers died, and that you stayed here... Not much after that. When I met Turko I didn't even know he had died. That's when I came back and read...
Maglor: *looks at him* I am glad you are young again, Moryo.
Caranthir: *blinks* I can understand why you are. I wish you were young too... I didn't mean to say I approved of Father's possible plans, but I did promise him I'd follow him if he left the city. I am the only one who never swore that Oath, but I am his son too.
Maglor: I understand. Just...be careful. *would hate to see something happen to him* Listen, it's hollow behind here. *taps on the stone*
Caranthir: Yes! *brings a pick* Okay, let's see... Can't break it... *looks up at Maglor* Maybe if you sing a bit?
Maglor: You are much more talented at rocks and metal than I am. What shall I sing?
Caranthir: I don't know... I can open things with words. Maybe you can open them with songs? *continues tapping at it, and the wall starts breaking*
Maglor: *worth a try; sings, concentrating his thought on how they want the stones to come away cleanly and easily*
Caranthir: *smiles when the stones do come away cleanly, better that than a hole* Look, it works! *a wide passage is open*
Maglor: *peers inside* Oh, we should have brought a lamp! You don't have one here, do you?
Caranthir: No... I didn't think we'd need one. I thought the bright light might take us home, but we still have a passage somewhere. Shall we try it?
Maglor: Yes, let's.
Caranthir: *quickly seals the door they came through with a few words* It's a pity I can't make a light with words. Father would make a light out of anything... *enters the passage eagerly*
Maglor: *chuckles* That he would. *ducks in behind him, pausing to let his eyes adjust*
Caranthir: *once he is sure Maglor is following and there is no danger - or so he hopes - walks through the passage* There is a draft... This leads somewhere...
Maglor: I wonder how many people know about this place...or if it's forgotten...
Caranthir: I do hope nobody remembers about it. *stubborn look* This is ours now. We found it.
Maglor: *amused grin* Perhaps you can sing a song to make them forget. *oh. immediately regrets saying that aloud*
Caranthir: I'm not good with songs.. You all right?
Maglor: Yes, I am fine.
Caranthir: *wishes he could look at his brother's face, but lets it go* All right... Do you hear a sound?
Maglor: *stops, listening closely; whispers* I do... *immediately wary, touches the hilt of his knife*
Caranthir: *fingers his knife too*
Maglor: *low voice* Are you armed?
Caranthir: Yes... What's that?
Maglor: *listens again, hears it snarling* A warg. I think.
Caranthir: A what? *something like an overgrown wolf lunges at him. Caranthir slashes at it blindly*
Maglor: *no time to explain! leaps forward, trying to get Caranthir behind him, slashing at the warg as well; hates that it is dark!*
Caranthir: *his knife finds a target, but the warg turns around and bites his arm* Urgh... *hopes Maglor lets him deal with this*
Maglor: *hears him cry out* Moryo? *distant worry, but will not lose concentration; finds fur, going by sound to guide his knife*
Caranthir: I'm fine! *what is Maglor thinking, pushing him back? Arm hurts, but he can still hold his knife*
Maglor: *finally manages to slash at the creature's throat is it turns to him*
¨Caranthir: *hears Maglor's heavy breathing, or is it his own? Smells blood* Maglor?
Maglor: *uh oh* Moryo? What is it? *ducks out of reach of the wounded warg, stabbing at it again, wishing his knife were longer*
Caranthir: I thought... Is that thing dead? *comes close, arm dripping blood, knife in hand*
Maglor: Yes. It is now. *breathing hard; squints at him through the dark* Are you hurt? You cried out.
Caranthir: *sighs in relief* I thought he had hurt you. I'm fine... just a scratch...
Maglor: I am fine. Let us go back, so I can look in the light.
Caranthir: *has had enough adventure for a day* I am sorry... I didn't think there would be something like that here...
Maglor: *touches his hair, says gently* It is not your fault. You did well. Come on...
Caranthir: *happy at the praise, though his arm hurts* We could bring swords and a light next time... If that's okay with you... *he comes out of the passage*
Maglor: Yes, we will be more clever, next time. *sets his bloody knife down* Let me see your arm.
Caranthir: *nods, sets his knife aside*¨I almost had it...
Maglor: *smiles* Next time... *examining the bite* This will need cleaning...
Caranthir: *frowns a bit* I don't want to go to the House of Healing. They would ask questions...
Maglor: *frowns as well* That is true. We will look awfully suspicious walking out of the House of History covered in dirt and blood. I can clean it, but I will still need supplies.
Caranthir: I have some clean bandages in that drawer, but that's all. Maybe if you bandage it, we clean ourselves and go to your house? Would that be okay? Or to mine.
Maglor: That will have to do. Which of us is closer? We'll go there.
Caranthir: Papa's, but I'd rather not go there like this... Mine, maybe. I mean, Turko's.
Maglor: *does not really want to explain this to father either; takes a roll of bandage from the drawer Caranthir indicated* Turko's it will be then.
Caranthir: All right. Thank you, Maglor. You saved me from that Warg.
Maglor: *looks at him* Of course, brother. You're welcome.


Looking back, it was rather stupid of us to not have a lamp or swords. But at least Carnistir was not injured more severely.

Father is going to be so annoyed.

Comments

[second_time_around]

Not good, boys. Not good.

[caranthir]

*is wearing a jacket - strange thing he found in a store - over his long-sleeved T-shirt - another strange clothing* But I am fine, Papa, and you should have seen Maglor kill that Warg, it was awesome! Er... Sorry, we will be more careful next time...

[forging_gold]

>.> We managed, Father.