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WHO: Maglor and OTA!
WHERE: Coach B
WHEN: Bassoon Day 3, early morning
WHAT: Maglor's singing a rather painful song because certain arrivals have gotten him mopey again.
WARNINGS: See above? Probable mentions of torture, murder, dismemberment, etc...

One of the resident musicians has been having his usual trouble sleeping and has tucked himself away in one of the couches with his harp. Much as he does most mornings before the majority of people are up and about.

Maedhros is here. Alive. Full of regret for not thinking of him when it mattered most.

Curufin is here too, just as full of life as they'd all once been. He's discovered he's not angry with that little brother, but the memories of blood and war still pelt his mind just as fresh as if it had happened yesterday.

Maybe he should keep his silence, but the song he'd composed so his family's dark deeds wouldn't be forgotten East of the Sea begs to be sung again. They'd done too much evil for it to be forgotten or passed off as fantasy.

So his fingers strum over the strings of his harp and he raises his voice in an odd, almost sorrowful, almost light tone.

"Seven sons there were, fell and fair
Bright the light in their grey eyes
Swift their rage against the night
But where now the swift arrow, the bright sword?
Where have they gone, the brave warriors?
They are lost, lost, fallen to shadow
Fallen to flame and madness

"Oh, the blood on the sands, the tears on the ground
Fallen, fallen are they, lost forever
Oh! Fingolfin the mighty, puissant and great,
And Fingon the brave, slain at the gate
Gondolin's walls are broken and Turgon lies slain
Felagund lies silent, his death not in vain
And where are they now, Feanor's sons?
Hands stained forever, oathsworn?" *lyrics come from

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There is more he sings, but it continues on that vein. Those who hear it will hear the rest as an impression of great grief and sorrow. Of regret.

Maglor won't- can't forget. So why should his family be so spared? He's not angry with his father. Not anymore. Now he's just grateful to see his father (and now younger brother, Curufin) alive and much as they used to be, rather than mad with the terrible Oath they'd sworn.

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Romeo was a generally early waker and being on the train had not changed that. He was wandering towards the kitchen to make something to eat when he heard the music. He paused in his walking. The song was really sad. Not at all music to dance to with friends but music that seemed to fill the whole of him with feelings, even if he didn't understand all the words.

He wondered who was singing it, who was making the music. They must be sad to sing such a song and he approached carefully. If someone was sad then he wanted to try and cheer them up. This train was a bit scary and strange but it was important everyone kept their spirits up.

It was a man and Romeo stood still and watched, not wanting to disturb the song or the singer.

No, not something to dance to. Something to listen to and remember. Something to sit back and watch, more than anything else.

The elf knows he's being watched, but doesn't exactly notice enough to respond until he brings the song of memories to an end. And, since he hasn't been interrupted, he figures it's not immediately important.

But every song comes to an end, even- especially the good ones. This one isn't particularly good, in terms of subject, but it does it's task appropriately, and so it comes to an end. If it leaves him somewhat drained, enough to let the harp lean against him as the strings trail off on their own, enough that he continues to stare off without really looking at anything...it did what it was meant to.

The song continues, filling him with big feelings and then it ends, the very tall man sat still, staring off into the distance looking sad. Romeo stepped forwards, he wasn't sure if he'd be seen. People on this train seemed to be able to see him better than normal humans could but he wasn't sure if that was true of all of them.

But the man looked so sad and Romeo couldn't leave him alone when he looked so sad, even if he was an adult and Romeo didn't know him at all!

"Hello sir..." He stepped even closer. "That was a very sad and pretty song, are you alright?"

Much big, so many!

He slowly blinks, shaking himself from memory and thought when the light watching him speaks, moving closer. Maglor turns to better see it...him.

The question has him almost laugh, lips quirking wryly. "Some emotions have to be expressed in order to let them go, just as some memories do so that those left behind might find form of relief. I am well enough, little light."

"They have to be expressed?" Romeo blinked, that was an interesting idea. You had to show your feelings in order to make them go out of you. He hadn't ever thought about that before, big bad feelings could not be very good things to show at all. But this man hadn't got angry or shouted at anyone, he had just sang a very sad song.

"I'm glad you're well enough! Having big feelings can be tricky." He got even closer. "You must have practised lots to be able to play that so well!"

He's seen a harp before, in the heavens and he had been just as amazed then at how anyone could figure out how to make it make such pretty sounds. It looked really complicated!

"At times, some of them do. They can overwhelm if bottled up too long." Hypocritical much?

"Aye, that they can. And I have been playing since I could hold a harp." Which was a very very very long time ago! Maglor shifts a little, welcoming the youth to sit beside him if he wishes.

"Have you ever tried to play?"

He's never heard that before. But he nods and looks closer at the harp as he moves to sit down. He shook his head. "No sir. I don't think I have..." Sometimes it was hard to know, untl he tried something.

"I saw someone play a harp once but it was a big harp. Bigger than I am!"

It had made very pretty music though.