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roseofthetyrells) wrote2018-04-19 10:18 am
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roseofthetyrells) wrote2018-04-19 10:18 am
Voice
[Fingon rises after her, worry written on his face.]
Normally, I would think so- it has been his way to seek some solitude, after all. But I have checked his usual haunts, just to be sure, and he is nowhere to be found in the city. And now that his name has vanished from the phone list, I can draw no other conclusion.
Voice
[she continues to pace relentlessly, raking a hand through her hair at intervals, and shaking her head no]
--no! He can't be gone, he wouldn't leave me, he promised to see me safely to Earth and I--and I--no!
Re: Voice
[He tells her, trying to keep his voice low and soothing. Maglor, he thinks wearily, had a gift for this sort of comforting, and that made it even harder to fill in when his absence was the cause of the grief in question.]
You're right; he would not. Maglor knows what being left behind is like, and he does not make promises he does not mean to keep. If he could fight the whims of the Door, he would still be here.
Voice
[she sits down heavily and leans her her elbows against her legs, propping her head onto her hands. she tries to breath, but it's unsteady and she's obviously deeply shaken to her core]
But--but the accursed Door took him anyway! I would destroy it, I would smash it into little pieces if I could! [a pause] But only after I followed him.