voidtreckerexpress | Bardic Circle

Who: Open Post
Where: Cinema Car
When: FiddleSticks, Day 14
What: Time for some music! Come play or perform, or just come watch and enjoy!
Warnings: MUSIC!

[Announcement on the trainwide ICP - Voice and Visual]

Hello fellow VoidTrekkers. I know that some of you have been missing music as much as I, and having whet my appetite for it at the recent beach party, I was thinking we could make some ourselves. To that end, I have reserved the Cinema for the evening.

If you would like to play or sing or express yourself with dance, please, come and perform. If you cannot or do not want to participate on stage, we also need an audience. Please come and support those who are performing.

If you have any questions, I will be there all evening. I will also be taking down names of those who want to perform, so you can watch while waiting.

Thank you.

[Player note: You don't actually have to talk to Glorfindel first...that can be handwaved :) You can just do a Top-Level for your Performance.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Glorfindel shook the offered hand, smiling at the other's enthusiasm. "No, I was the Captain of Imladris's Guard. Music is just something elves really enjoy, and I was hoping others would too."

"If you don't want to sing now, you don't have to, but we only have the space when I can reserve it." He laughed. "Movies are very popular, it seems."

"I always wondered if that was a stereotype in books and legends and stuff about elves. Do you all also live in forests and like to play tricks on people?" Prompto asked. "Is Imladris your king? I'm a special guardsman too."

Regarding the music, he glanced around and considered what he'd sing or do to perform. While he thought though, he got distracted by the comment on movies. "They're fun. Have you seen one yet?"

"SOME stereotypes are based on fact," Glorfindel said with a grin. "But no, while the Galadhrim do live in the trees of Lothlorien, the elves of the Mirkwood live underground, and in Imladris, our dwellings are built alongside a series of waterfalls. Most of us are not pranksters, however." Punning is totally different, right?

He shook his head at the second question. "I haven't served a king since Gil-Galad died. Though Elrond could have taken the title, as he was grandson of Turgon, the king I served in my first life, he chose not to. But he is the leader of Imladris, and the one who I currently serve." Or did until he sailed. But he smiled at his fellow guardsman. "It is a worthy calling, serving a king."

"I have!" Glorfindel said with a smile. "Tidus showed me one. It was fun. I haven't done it again, because there are so many to choose from, and it seems like it is more fun as a group activity. I have come through from time to time, but people are usually in the middle, and that is not a good place to start, I think."

Right! Although even if Glorfindel said the elves were pranksters, Prompto wouldn't necessarily think that was a bad thing either. He tended to view everything with an optimism that was rare in his world- or at least the group he was traveling with.

"It is," he agreed with a nod. He sure thought it was a great way of life. It helped that he was head over heels for his king and would've served him with or without the title. "What do you mean your first life? Are elves like cats and have more than one life?"

"Not exactly," Glorfindel said. "If we die we go to the Halls of Mandos and wait there to be reborn. When I died, because of the way I died, Manwe, the chief of the Valar, asked me if I would be reborn sooner and go back to Middle Earth to help the elves still living there, on the Valar's behalf."

"Gondolin was where Turgon, that's Fingon's brother, lived. I was one of his Captains, until the city was attacked by the Enemy, Morgoth's forces, and razed to the ground. I helped protect those who escaped, fighting a balrog that tried to stop them. When it died, it dragged me with it, by my hair, which was quite uncalled for," Glorfindel said, glossing over quite a bit of heroics, the sorts of things that get you made the Champion of the Valar.

"What are the Valar?" He asked, surprised that his joke about the cats and nine lives wasn't entirely off-base. "Do you get reborn as adults or like just your soul in a child? I've heard legends of stuff like that. I don't know how real they are, though. We have an oracle- er- did have an oracle and she communed with the gods. I listened whenever she spoke of them, but like, I didn't always understand it."

It was fairly removed from his world with high school and then their quest. A few of the gods had certainly become more important than they used to be.

"Wait.. Fingon? I've heard that name before." He looked around as though the reason might be written on the wall somewhere. It, obviously, wasn't so he scratched his head unsure why he knew it.

He winced hearing about the city. "Our city was just destroyed by our enemy too." He wondered what a balrog was, but decided it might be like one of the monsters on his world. He laughed at the 'uncalled for' comment. He decided he liked this guy. "That must've been really brave to fight .. whatever a balrog was. Is that like a daemon or monster?"

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