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voidtreckerexpress2019-12-13 12:19 am
seawanderer) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2019-12-13 12:19 am
Elvish Linguistics
Who: Maglor + OPEN
What: Singing (per usual) but not quite the same as always
Where: Anywhere people want to run into him
When: Catfish Day 22
Notes: Inspired by this and I am sorry in advance!
It would be easy to continue as he has been. But even elves get tired sometimes, and Maglor has been...existing, as he has, for longer than most can bear. And the people of the train have inspired him to take a trick out of the book of some Hobbits he's met along the way, for the merriment they bring to life, as well as the natural evolution of language. He's travelled far, on Middle-Earth, and heard many dialects.
And so, with a strangely lighter heart than usual (perhaps it's this season of joy Tony has spoken of? or the atmosphere of the train itself, he can't say for sure) that he takes up his new guitar (courtesy of his beloved father! it really hadn't taken him long to learn to play) and strikes up a brighter tune than most have heard from him since his arrival, joining voice to the sweet sound.
Except the words he uses don't sound quite right. Squished together in a way that those from Earth on the train might consider from the deep South. An odd lilt here, and there, yet still (oddly) suitable to the song itself.
The elf might linger a bit longer than normal outside certain doors, tune changing just enough to be specific for the ears of those within whatever room he's stopped outside of...to tease, before he's off again.
What: Singing (per usual) but not quite the same as always
Where: Anywhere people want to run into him
When: Catfish Day 22
Notes: Inspired by this and I am sorry in advance!
It would be easy to continue as he has been. But even elves get tired sometimes, and Maglor has been...existing, as he has, for longer than most can bear. And the people of the train have inspired him to take a trick out of the book of some Hobbits he's met along the way, for the merriment they bring to life, as well as the natural evolution of language. He's travelled far, on Middle-Earth, and heard many dialects.
And so, with a strangely lighter heart than usual (perhaps it's this season of joy Tony has spoken of? or the atmosphere of the train itself, he can't say for sure) that he takes up his new guitar (courtesy of his beloved father! it really hadn't taken him long to learn to play) and strikes up a brighter tune than most have heard from him since his arrival, joining voice to the sweet sound.
Except the words he uses don't sound quite right. Squished together in a way that those from Earth on the train might consider from the deep South. An odd lilt here, and there, yet still (oddly) suitable to the song itself.
The elf might linger a bit longer than normal outside certain doors, tune changing just enough to be specific for the ears of those within whatever room he's stopped outside of...to tease, before he's off again.
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"I trust you, Makalaure." She smiles at him. "You've always done your best."
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"Sometimes I have to wonder why," he admits. "But I am still grateful." Always.
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She kisses his forehead fondly.
"Because you are my son, and I love you."