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15strangers2017-05-15 12:33 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2017-05-15 12:33 pm
WEEK 1
[Awaken.
Fifteen strangers have been gathered to the Depths.
When the strangers awaken, they will feel nauseous in their stomachs. No doubt confused. Maybe a little sick, Perhaps, even terrified. And certainly, there is a good reason for it - they are not where they were before. If they had powers back where they came from, they seem to be all gone. And it appears that someone has left...guidelines for them. All of them addressed to a specific Title.
Their Title. Somehow, each person knows, upon seeing this, this is their Title, even if it seems to make no sense whatsoever. And its clear that whoever wrote these things knew it as well. Who was it?
Its uncertain. So far, there seems to be no one else save for them, and those who dare to venture out of their rooms - save, for some reason, the individuals in rooms 1, 8 and 7 - in this hot and stuffy place. No...'intercessor' to be seen yet, certainly. No outward signs that there's anyone else aside from the people with 'Titles'.
So, Titled: welcome.
There are fifteen strangers in this place.]
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Boys! ]
We were at war, you see, and the defensive ring of our forts was spread from the Blue Mountains in the East all the way to the Grey Mountains in the western borders of Beleriand-that-was. My brother Maedhros held the command of the western March from Himring the Ever-Cold, and there he built his fortress. It is said that when Beleriand was drowned, still the peak of Himring remained above the waves, and for long and long the remains of Meadhros' mighty work was still visible.
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That sounds incredible!
[ That's something that Killua actually means, too! Though there's one thing that gets him about all this. ]
The way you speak of it sounds like these places have been around a long time, so how long's your brother's fortress been around compared to some of the others?
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Mm, let me think. Those early years were so confused - we were beseiged and beseigers by turn, rushing to build as strong and as swift as we could. But let me see...472 years Maedhros held Himring, although we lost the plains of Lothlann in 455. But after the Nirnaeth we had not the strength to hold the line, and were reduced to a wandering people, although Amon Ereb in Caranthir's lands remained in our hands until Beleriand was overthrown in 587.
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What...?? You're... but how can anyone live that long? You can't be human, right?
[ He doesn't mean to come off as mildly insensitive but that's just how he is. ]
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I am not, no. I am one of the Quendi, the Firstborn. You Men have always called us Elves, and we do not age as you do, for we are tied to the world, to live and prosper as it does, and to die when it ends.
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[ Consider yourself awesome person #1 here. He's never really met someone who wasn't actually human before, and so the fact he was some kinda being like an elf was just incredibly fascinating to him. Though something does occur to him after a moment, the excitement about him fading a little. ]
Doesn't it get lonely though? Living for so long?
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Oh, we can be slain - by blade or bow or grief, and our spirits age, but it does not affect us the same way it would you.
[ A flicker in grey eyes, there and gone, loss and grief and something old and dark ]
I suppose it does. [ He shrugs ] But it is what it is.
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[ Killua seemed to watch Maglor for a moment or two before making up his mind on his next course of action. He hadn't missed the subtle flash he'd caught in the older man's eyes, but wouldn't bring that kinda thing up just yet. ]
...If you ever need someone to talk to about being lonely, i'll listen. I've kinda been like that my whole life. I don't really have any friends of my own or anything.
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[ And him, of course, the Exile who cannot return ]
Thank you. [ Maglor smiles at him ] You have a very good heart for one who has struggled.
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Mainly tying into what he'd asked before since it seemed kinda important. ]
The Silvan? I take it that like humans, there's different races of Elves too?
[ Nodding in acknowledgment of the older man's thanks, it was moreso the words that followed that had him blinking a couple times before looking away. A soft hint of pink on his cheeks telling of the subtle embarrassment he felt from someone saying something so nice about him. ]
I... It's nothing like that. I just didn't want you feeling like you had to keep it all bottled up, since you seem like you got a lot probably on your mind and such.
[ In other words he's just kinda flustered, honestly. ]
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[ Maglor looks thoughtful ]
We are all still elves, after all. Still kin. There are several ways you can divide us - the oldest is into three - the Minyar, Tatyar and Nelyar. From one or more of those three tribes are all of us descended now. But there is another division - in the beginning, our forefathers were offered the choice and chance to leave the lands of our awakening and seek the safety of Valinor. Many went, but not all. And so the new division is between those who stayed - the Avari or the Moriquendi, the Faithful, as they call themselves, those who loved the land too much to leave, and those like my grandfather. We are the Amanyar or the Calaquendi, although most call us Eldar, for we are those who learnt at the feet of the Powers in their own lands and who carry their Light in our eyes. The three tribes in Aman are now Vanyar, Noldor and Teleri - I am Noldor. And those who remained mostly identify as either Sindar and Silvan, although there are those even more remote tribes than that such as the Green Elves of Ossiriand.
[ He smiles at Killua ]
It might have seemed nothing to you, but to an old elf like me, any kindness is a blessing, and that you can find it in yourself to reach out despite what has been done to you speaks very well of you.