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Margaery Tyrell
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Voice
[There’s something just slightly off about Fingon’s voice- something too clipped, as though he’s tightly restraining part of himself.]
Are you free at the moment? There is- [His voice catches slightly] I have news for you, and it is the kind better said in person.
Voice
...I am. I'm at the house I share. Please feel free to come.
Voice
[The elf who appears at her door a few minutes later is grim and quiet, with his long hair hanging unbraided over his shoulders.
He greets her with a deep nod.]
Would that I were here under better circumstances. Is there a place you would prefer for us to sit down?
[Fingon knows how attached to her Maglor had become- he's not sure there's a way to break this news easily, but for her own sake and for his cousin's he will try.]
Voice
her apprehension grows in response to his words, but she does her best to keep her courtesies intact]
Perhaps the sofa? [she gestures towards it and waits for him to sit before she does.
and she, too, has become very attached to Maglor. she could tell him anything without fear of judgment and they could spend hours talking about weighty things or nothing at all and simply enjoy the time in each other's presence.
in truth, she'd fallen in love with him, though she knew that such an . . . overture would be met with disappointment. so she cradled her feelings close to her heart and spoke not a word]
Voice
[When they are settled Fingon looks at Margaery for a moment, wondering how best to begin. He has delivered ill-news before to the friends and family of his men, but it has never become easier.]
My cousin Maglor has vanished, my lady. There is no trace of him in the city.
[His head droops just a bit.]
I am sorry. I know he cared for you greatly.
Voice
she looks back, fearing that her apprehension is writ plain on her face.
when she hears what he says, she shoots up off of the sofa and starts to pace back and forth like a caged animal]
--what? No. No. It can't be. He must be somewhere.
[she pulls out her phone and searches through the contacts, looking for Maglor's name. when she doesn't find it, she tries again as she paces]
And I. . . and I for him. But, [her voice turns pleading] surely there must be a mistake somewhere. He can't be gone. He can't.
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.