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That nattering Sinda is here? Bollocks.
I was not expecting to be summoned by Turukáno at this time of day.
Gelgannel: *at Maglor's door* Sir? I have a request from the king to see you
Maglor: *answers* About what?
Gelgannel: We have a matter that you may be able to help with. *discreet*
Maglor: Alright... I will come.
Gelgannel: Thank you *bows respectfully and takes Maglor not to Turgon's tower, but to the palace*
Maglor: *confused, but follows*
Gelgannel: *takes him to a sitting room and leaves*
Turgon: Maglor! Thank you for coming.
Maglor: What is it you need me for, cousin?
Turgon: Nothing terrible. We've got a new elf arrival from a time you've been to, I think. So I need some advice. He came here with a gun and... I'm not sure he's mentally well.
Maglor: A gun? Who is it?
Turgon: Daeron. An actual historical figure who isn't historical yet. I looked him up. *teasing grin* The finest bard that ever lived, apparently.
Maglor: *gives him a dark look* He is hardly. He just happened to be on the side of the victors, unlike me.
Turgon: *smirks* Well, if he were in a better state, I'd ask for a contest to prove it, but...
Maglor: *will get you back, cousin, king or no* But?
Turgon: Well. *gives Maglor the rundown of Daeron* I want your advice, since you've lived then, haven't you?
Maglor: *nods* Well, you have the gun, that's the most important thing. There are war-torn areas when I came from.
Turgon: Mm. I preferred the hunter, his didn't seem so... vicious.
Maglor: Vicious...that's a good word. So, what do you want me to do?
Turgon: Make him a good bard and not a crazy person, basically.
Maglor: It sounds more like post-traumatic stress, not crazy. I mean, to be fair. Why do you think I can do this? Daeron and I are not exactly best mates.
Turgon: Because music soothes the savage beast.
Turgon: *no idea what post-traumatic stress is*
Maglor: *laughs* It hasn't soothed you.
Turgon: I'm hardly savage. And no one plays for me, except Gel when he's practicing at his desk.
Maglor: A little savage. Is he in one of the apartments? I'll visit him, if you wish. Or command. *grudgingly*
Turgon: It's my wish. Gel will sort out where he's ended up. He was at the house of healing today because, apparently, he was running around and went right into a wall.
Maglor: *manages not to laugh, but there is definitely a grin on his face*
Turgon: Have fun. How's your father?
Maglor: *shrugs* He seems fine.
Turgon: Not planning to kill everyone?
Maglor: Not that I know of, thank god.
Turgon: It's good I check this sometimes. I'm surprised at how he hasn't caused any ripples at all yet. Pleased, of course, but surprised.
Maglor: So am I. I just hope it's not the calm before the storm.
Turgon: Maybe death taught him a bit about kindness towards others.
Maglor: I think it did, I just hope he remembers the lesson.
Turgon: It's a good one. Thank you for coming, Maglor.
Maglor: You're welcome. I'll see what I can do.
I wasn’t planning to go see Daeron right away, but when I got home, there was a note for me.
Maglor: *arrives at the Houses of Healing, looking for Elladan*
Elladan: *sees Maglor coming in* Maglor, thank you for coming. He says he is Daeron of Doriath, but he also speaks about his gun, which grandfather took away.
Maglor: Daeron? With a gun? *that still doesn't sound like Daeron, but, who knows; shakes his head* Lead the way.
Elladan: *leads Maglor to Daeron's room* Eowyn was here when he was brought in. Apparently the guards found him with a head wound.
Daeron: *has eaten, and looks around warily* Where is the healer?
Maglor: *glances at Elladan* That is Daeron, certainly.
Elladan: Well, at least he knows who he is. Can you talk to him? He thinks we have drugged him. Eowyn is not around and he doesn't trust the rest of us.
Maglor: *frowns* Well. Alright.
Elladan: I'll be around in the Humans ward.
Maglor: *nods, stepping into the room*
Daeron: *looks up, sees Maglor* You?
Maglor: Good to see you too, Sinda.
Daeron: *frowns* same here, Noldo. What are you doing in my hallucinations?
Maglor: *sits in a chair* You're not hallucinating.
Daeron: *is glad to see a familiar face, even if it's Maglor* I am in a healing house in Gondolin, FA 300. Of course I'm hallucinating! They must have found out... I'm sure I didn't mention your name but maybe I did. There is no other explanation. It's 2012, not FA 300.
Maglor: You're not. We're both back to FA300. Who is they?
Daeron: We're both back? *closes his eyes and places his hands over his ears* The enemy soldiers, they are close. Can't you hear the gunfire?
Maglor: *frowns* No. There's no gunfire. Where were you, before coming here?
Daeron: *looks up, tries to focus on Maglor's voice* Somewhere in the Middle-east. I was in a village... It was bombed and then the soldiers came and killed almost everyone.
Maglor: *eyes widen a bit* Why on earth were you there?
Daeron: I don't know... Actually I know but I was not planning to be there. It just happened.
Maglor: So that's why you were carrying a gun.
Daeron: Yes... But Turgon took it away. I actually pulled it on him, if that was him.
Maglor: *raised eyebrows* Well. At least you didn't pull the trigger. And you won't need it here.
Daeron: I was running for my life and then I was here. *pauses* Ort they captured me and now I am drugged... I didn't mean to go back to that village...
Maglor: *feels a bit sorry for him* You are not drugged.
Daeron: Are you certain? *the cries of the wounded are fading away*
Maglor: Yes, very certain. This is Gondolin. As unbelievable as that is.
Daeron: *believes him* Then I am not drugged but... out of my mind...
Maglor: No, it's a strange thing with time... I know how it sounds though.
Daeron: *means that he has been hearing the bullets and screams all day long, but maybe Eowyn is right and it will go away* Have you been here for long? What years were you in?
Maglor: *doesn't realize* A little while. I was from the present, same as you. Victoria.
Daeron: Oh... What were you doing there?
Maglor: *shrugs* Living.
Daeron: I see. *didn't mean to pry* I'm glad you came.
Maglor: I'm glad you're not in the desert, Sinda.
Daeron: *if Maglor is calling him Sinda, then he is the real one* I'm glad too. *shivers a bit, but pushes the images of the dead away* So tell me, Noldo, is there coffee here?
Maglor: *grins a bit* There is!
Daeron: *grins* Then maybe I will get used to this place!
Maglor: It's not so bad.
Daeron: I suppose. No guns, no bombings... No balrogs destroying the city just yet. Do you know if I am out there too? I mean, in Doriath.
Maglor: I don't think so. I think there is just one of us.
Daeron: Then I will not lose my mind again. Do you know why I was in that village?
Maglor: *shakes his head* No...
Daeron: It was in the same place where I was healed back then. Sometimes I simply go there, forget who I am until I get there again. I don't actually forget but something makes me return. I wasn't expecting a war, but well... I am here now.
Maglor: The world was broken since then.
Daeron: Yes, and in so many ways since then. I wouldn't go looking for Doriath now. It's another life, it feels too far away. What about you, Maglor?
Maglor: *cocks his head* What about me?
Daeron: Are you all right with being here?
Maglor: I'm getting used to it. *looks at him* Some of my family are here.
Daeron: Other than Turgon and his daughter?
Maglor: *nods* Just as you and I were brought here, some of my brothers and cousins were brought here too.
Daeron: *really hopes he is not in the middle of another war* Then this is really a different life for many of us...
Maglor: Completely different. Like we are from the future, some are from the past...
Daeron: Sounds crazy... Actually that Healer looked a bit like Turgon... I thought it was the same man pretending to be different persons. I do hope King Elu Thingol is not here...
Maglor: *grins* Elu Thingol is not here.
Daeron: *sighs in relief, grins a bit* I loved and respected him but I can't see him getting along with King Turgon.
Maglor: Indeed not! Though it could be entertaining...
Daeron: Probably... *looks at him* Can I ask you a favor?
Maglor: What's that?
Daeron: Do you think they'll give me some coffee?
Maglor: Why shouldn't they?
Daeron: I asked for my gun and they looked at me as if I was mad. And they gave me a soft drink, and tried to put a pill in it.
Elladan: *peers into the room* Is everything all right?
Maglor: *looks up* Well enough. Th-- Daeron would like a coffee. I wouldn't mind either.
Elladan: *was planning to sedate him if necessary, but trusts Maglor's judgment* I'll see they bring you some. *tells a nurse who brings two cups of coffee*
Daeron: *feels calmer* Just what I needed. Thank you.
Maglor: Thanks, Elladan. *takes a sip*
Elladan: *smiles and leaves them alone*
Daeron: Who's that? The name is familiar.
Maglor: Elladan, son of Elrond.
Daeron:¨*thinks, remembers someone told him about Elrond and Feanor's sons* I see. He is from the future, then. From the past for us.
Maglor: Yes. I hope you're not going to make me regret giving you coffee.
Daeron: *grins at him* I always sing when I drink coffee.
Maglor: *groans*
Daeron: *sings a bit* I have a headache. Pity...
Maglor: Indeed. They might have aspirin.
Daeron: I'm not sure aspirin works with coffee. *sips at his coffee* I will probably climb up the walls, or worse.
Maglor: I can crack you over the head?
Daeron: My head is already cracked, thank you. *won't explain how it happened*
Maglor: *heard how it happened, suppresses a grin* Just offering.
Daeron: *frowns a bit* I can deal with the headache. As long as you don't start to sing, that is.
Maglor: *opens his mouth as if to start*
Daeron: *covers his ears*
Maglor: *just laughs*
Daeron: *grins, actually thinks Maglor has a beautiful voice... for a Noldo...* So I am stranded in a city full of Noldor.
Maglor: And humans. Some Sindar and a few others.
Daeron: Humans too... Are there Sindar here?
Maglor: There's a mix of everyone. I've...heard Luthien is here.
Daeron: *very still* Do you know if I've already... betrayed her trust?
Maglor: I don't know.
Daeron: I see... I will have to ask her, if we cross paths. I only meant to keep her safe, but it all went wrong in the end.
Maglor: *nods* Well, it was a suicidal mission.
Daeron: It was, and it brought King Thingol down too. Don't take this the wrong way, Maglor, but I'm relieved that Turgon doesn't have a Silmaril.
Maglor: Believe it or not, Daeron, so am I.
I will have to speak to Turgon about his historical inaccuracies.
Gelgannel: *at Maglor's door* Sir? I have a request from the king to see you
Maglor: *answers* About what?
Gelgannel: We have a matter that you may be able to help with. *discreet*
Maglor: Alright... I will come.
Gelgannel: Thank you *bows respectfully and takes Maglor not to Turgon's tower, but to the palace*
Maglor: *confused, but follows*
Gelgannel: *takes him to a sitting room and leaves*
Turgon: Maglor! Thank you for coming.
Maglor: What is it you need me for, cousin?
Turgon: Nothing terrible. We've got a new elf arrival from a time you've been to, I think. So I need some advice. He came here with a gun and... I'm not sure he's mentally well.
Maglor: A gun? Who is it?
Turgon: Daeron. An actual historical figure who isn't historical yet. I looked him up. *teasing grin* The finest bard that ever lived, apparently.
Maglor: *gives him a dark look* He is hardly. He just happened to be on the side of the victors, unlike me.
Turgon: *smirks* Well, if he were in a better state, I'd ask for a contest to prove it, but...
Maglor: *will get you back, cousin, king or no* But?
Turgon: Well. *gives Maglor the rundown of Daeron* I want your advice, since you've lived then, haven't you?
Maglor: *nods* Well, you have the gun, that's the most important thing. There are war-torn areas when I came from.
Turgon: Mm. I preferred the hunter, his didn't seem so... vicious.
Maglor: Vicious...that's a good word. So, what do you want me to do?
Turgon: Make him a good bard and not a crazy person, basically.
Maglor: It sounds more like post-traumatic stress, not crazy. I mean, to be fair. Why do you think I can do this? Daeron and I are not exactly best mates.
Turgon: Because music soothes the savage beast.
Turgon: *no idea what post-traumatic stress is*
Maglor: *laughs* It hasn't soothed you.
Turgon: I'm hardly savage. And no one plays for me, except Gel when he's practicing at his desk.
Maglor: A little savage. Is he in one of the apartments? I'll visit him, if you wish. Or command. *grudgingly*
Turgon: It's my wish. Gel will sort out where he's ended up. He was at the house of healing today because, apparently, he was running around and went right into a wall.
Maglor: *manages not to laugh, but there is definitely a grin on his face*
Turgon: Have fun. How's your father?
Maglor: *shrugs* He seems fine.
Turgon: Not planning to kill everyone?
Maglor: Not that I know of, thank god.
Turgon: It's good I check this sometimes. I'm surprised at how he hasn't caused any ripples at all yet. Pleased, of course, but surprised.
Maglor: So am I. I just hope it's not the calm before the storm.
Turgon: Maybe death taught him a bit about kindness towards others.
Maglor: I think it did, I just hope he remembers the lesson.
Turgon: It's a good one. Thank you for coming, Maglor.
Maglor: You're welcome. I'll see what I can do.
I wasn’t planning to go see Daeron right away, but when I got home, there was a note for me.
Maglor, I was at the Healing House today and there is a new arrival from the far future. He mentioned the year 2012. He is a bit confused, so I don't know if he is who he says he is. Can you come to see him, please? ElladanHe must mean Daeron. I suppose I will have to go see for myself.
Maglor: *arrives at the Houses of Healing, looking for Elladan*
Elladan: *sees Maglor coming in* Maglor, thank you for coming. He says he is Daeron of Doriath, but he also speaks about his gun, which grandfather took away.
Maglor: Daeron? With a gun? *that still doesn't sound like Daeron, but, who knows; shakes his head* Lead the way.
Elladan: *leads Maglor to Daeron's room* Eowyn was here when he was brought in. Apparently the guards found him with a head wound.
Daeron: *has eaten, and looks around warily* Where is the healer?
Maglor: *glances at Elladan* That is Daeron, certainly.
Elladan: Well, at least he knows who he is. Can you talk to him? He thinks we have drugged him. Eowyn is not around and he doesn't trust the rest of us.
Maglor: *frowns* Well. Alright.
Elladan: I'll be around in the Humans ward.
Maglor: *nods, stepping into the room*
Daeron: *looks up, sees Maglor* You?
Maglor: Good to see you too, Sinda.
Daeron: *frowns* same here, Noldo. What are you doing in my hallucinations?
Maglor: *sits in a chair* You're not hallucinating.
Daeron: *is glad to see a familiar face, even if it's Maglor* I am in a healing house in Gondolin, FA 300. Of course I'm hallucinating! They must have found out... I'm sure I didn't mention your name but maybe I did. There is no other explanation. It's 2012, not FA 300.
Maglor: You're not. We're both back to FA300. Who is they?
Daeron: We're both back? *closes his eyes and places his hands over his ears* The enemy soldiers, they are close. Can't you hear the gunfire?
Maglor: *frowns* No. There's no gunfire. Where were you, before coming here?
Daeron: *looks up, tries to focus on Maglor's voice* Somewhere in the Middle-east. I was in a village... It was bombed and then the soldiers came and killed almost everyone.
Maglor: *eyes widen a bit* Why on earth were you there?
Daeron: I don't know... Actually I know but I was not planning to be there. It just happened.
Maglor: So that's why you were carrying a gun.
Daeron: Yes... But Turgon took it away. I actually pulled it on him, if that was him.
Maglor: *raised eyebrows* Well. At least you didn't pull the trigger. And you won't need it here.
Daeron: I was running for my life and then I was here. *pauses* Ort they captured me and now I am drugged... I didn't mean to go back to that village...
Maglor: *feels a bit sorry for him* You are not drugged.
Daeron: Are you certain? *the cries of the wounded are fading away*
Maglor: Yes, very certain. This is Gondolin. As unbelievable as that is.
Daeron: *believes him* Then I am not drugged but... out of my mind...
Maglor: No, it's a strange thing with time... I know how it sounds though.
Daeron: *means that he has been hearing the bullets and screams all day long, but maybe Eowyn is right and it will go away* Have you been here for long? What years were you in?
Maglor: *doesn't realize* A little while. I was from the present, same as you. Victoria.
Daeron: Oh... What were you doing there?
Maglor: *shrugs* Living.
Daeron: I see. *didn't mean to pry* I'm glad you came.
Maglor: I'm glad you're not in the desert, Sinda.
Daeron: *if Maglor is calling him Sinda, then he is the real one* I'm glad too. *shivers a bit, but pushes the images of the dead away* So tell me, Noldo, is there coffee here?
Maglor: *grins a bit* There is!
Daeron: *grins* Then maybe I will get used to this place!
Maglor: It's not so bad.
Daeron: I suppose. No guns, no bombings... No balrogs destroying the city just yet. Do you know if I am out there too? I mean, in Doriath.
Maglor: I don't think so. I think there is just one of us.
Daeron: Then I will not lose my mind again. Do you know why I was in that village?
Maglor: *shakes his head* No...
Daeron: It was in the same place where I was healed back then. Sometimes I simply go there, forget who I am until I get there again. I don't actually forget but something makes me return. I wasn't expecting a war, but well... I am here now.
Maglor: The world was broken since then.
Daeron: Yes, and in so many ways since then. I wouldn't go looking for Doriath now. It's another life, it feels too far away. What about you, Maglor?
Maglor: *cocks his head* What about me?
Daeron: Are you all right with being here?
Maglor: I'm getting used to it. *looks at him* Some of my family are here.
Daeron: Other than Turgon and his daughter?
Maglor: *nods* Just as you and I were brought here, some of my brothers and cousins were brought here too.
Daeron: *really hopes he is not in the middle of another war* Then this is really a different life for many of us...
Maglor: Completely different. Like we are from the future, some are from the past...
Daeron: Sounds crazy... Actually that Healer looked a bit like Turgon... I thought it was the same man pretending to be different persons. I do hope King Elu Thingol is not here...
Maglor: *grins* Elu Thingol is not here.
Daeron: *sighs in relief, grins a bit* I loved and respected him but I can't see him getting along with King Turgon.
Maglor: Indeed not! Though it could be entertaining...
Daeron: Probably... *looks at him* Can I ask you a favor?
Maglor: What's that?
Daeron: Do you think they'll give me some coffee?
Maglor: Why shouldn't they?
Daeron: I asked for my gun and they looked at me as if I was mad. And they gave me a soft drink, and tried to put a pill in it.
Elladan: *peers into the room* Is everything all right?
Maglor: *looks up* Well enough. Th-- Daeron would like a coffee. I wouldn't mind either.
Elladan: *was planning to sedate him if necessary, but trusts Maglor's judgment* I'll see they bring you some. *tells a nurse who brings two cups of coffee*
Daeron: *feels calmer* Just what I needed. Thank you.
Maglor: Thanks, Elladan. *takes a sip*
Elladan: *smiles and leaves them alone*
Daeron: Who's that? The name is familiar.
Maglor: Elladan, son of Elrond.
Daeron:¨*thinks, remembers someone told him about Elrond and Feanor's sons* I see. He is from the future, then. From the past for us.
Maglor: Yes. I hope you're not going to make me regret giving you coffee.
Daeron: *grins at him* I always sing when I drink coffee.
Maglor: *groans*
Daeron: *sings a bit* I have a headache. Pity...
Maglor: Indeed. They might have aspirin.
Daeron: I'm not sure aspirin works with coffee. *sips at his coffee* I will probably climb up the walls, or worse.
Maglor: I can crack you over the head?
Daeron: My head is already cracked, thank you. *won't explain how it happened*
Maglor: *heard how it happened, suppresses a grin* Just offering.
Daeron: *frowns a bit* I can deal with the headache. As long as you don't start to sing, that is.
Maglor: *opens his mouth as if to start*
Daeron: *covers his ears*
Maglor: *just laughs*
Daeron: *grins, actually thinks Maglor has a beautiful voice... for a Noldo...* So I am stranded in a city full of Noldor.
Maglor: And humans. Some Sindar and a few others.
Daeron: Humans too... Are there Sindar here?
Maglor: There's a mix of everyone. I've...heard Luthien is here.
Daeron: *very still* Do you know if I've already... betrayed her trust?
Maglor: I don't know.
Daeron: I see... I will have to ask her, if we cross paths. I only meant to keep her safe, but it all went wrong in the end.
Maglor: *nods* Well, it was a suicidal mission.
Daeron: It was, and it brought King Thingol down too. Don't take this the wrong way, Maglor, but I'm relieved that Turgon doesn't have a Silmaril.
Maglor: Believe it or not, Daeron, so am I.
I will have to speak to Turgon about his historical inaccuracies.
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I feel pretty, and witty and...
Oh I'm sorry, that'd be stealing your theme song.
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As for most talented... I can only say that you're delusional.