FINAL WEEK

[strangerpeople]

FINAL WEEK

[Soon after, many of the figures lay dead. They bodies are splayed all over the stage. The female, however, seems to be gone.

Where did she go? What is she planning? It's unknown. But, soon after the Titled leave the Debate Hall, they are struck with a vivid vision. It is quick, but strong. Another dream, and this time, it is a waking dream.

Another memory. The Depths haven't been cleaned, either. The halls are silent, and no new doors seem to have opened. Yet deep down, you know. The end is near.

Its time to get ready. So, get ready, Titled.

There are seven strangers left.]

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[bythewaves]

[ No, no, no, please no

Maglor stares at the scar in terrified horror, the burst of red and the almost straight lines in the center, where a large gem sat and shudders ]

Killua, please give it to me.

[ Please. Please don't fight me. Please, don't let it have a hold on him! ]

[lightnen]

[ It wasn't so much a scar yet, as it was just a bit of nearly burned skin; nothing like when he'd hit the wall his first day and got a pretty good burn out of that along his knuckles. Though what really got his attention was the look of utter horror that had flashed across Maglor's face in that moment after showing his hand to him. ]

I don't have it on me. I left it in my room but if you want to come with me, i'll get if and give it back to you.

[ His tone is calm and at ease, even as he turns to start heading that way back to his room. ]

...What's with it anyway? I've never seen a thing like that before, and it is kinda pretty in a weird way.

[bythewaves]

[ Nothing like the ropey crisscrossing burn scars on Maglor's own hands, the old marks right now red and angry, sensing their maker near.

He nods jerkily, hands down and fisted, and it is probably the first time anyone has seen him unarmed

(He didn't dare, he knows what he might do) ]

Yes. Please.

[ Take it! Celegorm howls but Maglor ignores him. Killua is his, he's going to give it to him. That's all that matters. ]

It's... one of father's great jewels, the Silmarils, the last of the light that was before Moon and Sun, the light which birthed them.

[ The story should fall easily from his lips, he's told this tale so often. But never with the Oath screaming in his ears and the words are stilted ]

[lightnen]

[ It's kind of painful, watching Maglor who clearly seems so unraveled at the sheer idea of this odd gem being here at all. He's completely fine with giving it back since one, it wasn't his and two, he had no need for it.

Only as the older man explained what it was in stilted words, did Killua turn back to face him with wide blue eyes. He genuinely hadn't been aware of it's importance until now. ]

There's more than one that exist? Do they all affect your people like they do with you?

[ He then turned back and kept going, not stopping until he reached his room to where he opened the door and looked back at Maglor. ]

Alright, I'm going to go and grab it and i'll be right out.

[bythewaves]

[ He's like a drug addict, needing his next fix, the light in his eyes hungry and despairing both, hands flexing and clenching and clearly held down to his side by will alone. ]

Three. [ He smiles bitterly ] My father's greatest creations, and quite possibly the last bits of his soul left untouched by Morgoth's taint - no one really knows how he made them.

And no. [ He trembles, clearly wanting to push past Killua into his room ]

I... just my brothers and I. And father, I suppose. We who were foolish enough to bind our fates and our wills to their retrievals.

[ He shudders, nails biting into his palms so badly that the right is already bleeding ]

Hurry. I don't... Don't look at it. Only... three ever could yield it up, when it came into their hands.

[lightnen]

[ A strange stone that was created by man and even used parts of an actual soul to do it, that somehow managed to actually burn people who touched it? What was more surprising was the fact that Maglor and his family had bound themselves to it.

That would explain why he seemed so antsy and on edge right now; insistent on getting it back as soon as possible. He'd never seen anyone get this way over anything in his life so of course it came as something surprising, making him feel more insistent on getting this stone back in Maglor's possession. He walked in to where his 'bed' was and where the beautiful gem still lie, kneeling down and using his shirt as a barrier between his skin and the stone itself as he picked it up. ]

Really? It's not bothering me when I look at it, though.

[ Spoken simply with the most casual tone, Killua then stood up and returned to Maglor while holding the gem with his shirt and hand. That's when he noticed one of the elf's hands was bleeding a bit now. ]

Here. You'll be okay if you have this, right?

[bythewaves]

"No." Maglor smiles bitterly. "But I have no choice. Thank you, Killua. By even giving it like this you help me more than you know."

A sigh and he accepts the jewel, and Killua might notice that the scars on his right hand match the jewel, but they are red and look fresh, rather than the silver of old scars that they should be. Immediately of contact the nauseating smell of burnt flesh fills the air and Maglor's hand spasms around it, but he never makes a sound.

The hunger in his eyes fade, but the light in them brightens to mimic the jewel, pain replacing need.