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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2017-10-14 09:52 am

Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Dreamwalker part 2 event
Where: In your dreams
When: October 14th-20th (the second log will go up on Oct 23rd, please keep the two weeks of the event separate!)
Warnings: All different kinds of dreams falling under the umbrella of Delight, Rage, Sorrow, and Hope.


This time, the weird stuff doesn't happen when you're awake- as a matter of fact, your waking hours are the normal ones. That's because you're forced to sleep by some unknown entity, getting more and more exhausted by the moment as night falls. Better make sure you're always around a soft pillow.

Once asleep, it doesn't get any less weird- your dreams will be influenced by one of the four gods that make up the first week. Something to make you smile, something to make you angry- or something that reminds you of your deepest regret or most vulnerable hope, they're all things that you're dreaming about now for some reason, no matter how hard you may try to pull away from them.

To make matters more complicated, there are others intruding on your dreams who definitely don't belong there, and while they may seem like manifestations at first, it becomes clear that these others are actually the consciousness of other members of Hadriel, getting some top quality exposure to your angriest, happiest, most sorrowful moments. Hope it doesn't get awkward when you see them tomorrow...

► This log covers October 14th-20th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you die in dreams you don't die in real life, but if you somehow die in real life anyway, please let us know here.
bythewaves: (dual wield)

[personal profile] bythewaves 2017-10-19 12:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Less laughing more slaying!"

Maglor rolls his eyes at him fondly, fitting his movements to his brother easily.

"We need to reach your son in time, remember!"
Edited 2017-10-19 12:09 (UTC)
so_dark_a_road: (amused smile #3)

[personal profile] so_dark_a_road 2017-10-19 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm ambidextrous. I can laugh and slay at the same time." Curufin grins and swipes the heads off two more soldiers of the darkness, and then he kicks yet another into the stream with his iron-shod boot, breaking the Orc's neck.

"Cel's here already. He was never captured, and he and his friends are meeting us here." He gestures towards the south, where yet another army is pouring down into the basin of hills. It is the army of Eregion with their Dwarvish allies from Moria.

Sauron's troops swivel their heads in amazement, and a great cry of rage erupts from them.
Edited 2017-10-19 23:30 (UTC)
bythewaves: (blooded)

[personal profile] bythewaves 2017-10-20 12:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ambidextrous means you can use both hands, not your mouth and your hands!" Maglor rolls his eyes as he demonstrates his own preference for dual wielding absently on their foes.

"What?" He blinks, faltering. "That...didn't..."
so_dark_a_road: (retreat towards Mt. Dolmed)

[personal profile] so_dark_a_road 2017-10-21 10:25 am (UTC)(link)
"I redefine the word to mean whatever I want it to mean -- in this case, that I can use both hands and my mouth," retorts Curufin, still laughing.

He admires his brother's moves as Maglor kills a couple of Orcs with two effortless swipes of his swords; it happens so quickly that the Orcs don't know they're dead until they fall into the stream with staring eyes.

"It never happens, not now. I asked the experts to send us back to before Sauron has the Elven smiths completely fooled as to his real nature and intentions. And now they know him for what he is, and they will fight with us. Good deal, I think."

And he shouts at one of the big Orcs, "Hey, you! Get over here and fight like an Uruk, not like one of your little mountain-Orc scum." (Curufin demo-ing his mouth technique. XD) The Uruk turns in a fury and comes at Curufin with his huge scimitar raised.
bythewaves: (back to back)

[personal profile] bythewaves 2017-10-22 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Father would never approve of such abuse of language!" Maglor shakes his head at him fondly, mind accepting Curufin's dream.

"Khazad-dum has come as well I see. And how are you going to explain this to poor long-suffering Erennion?"

Smoothly, he moves to cover his brother's back.
so_dark_a_road: (#215 -- ^@@)

[personal profile] so_dark_a_road 2017-10-22 09:59 am (UTC)(link)
"No, you're right, Atto wouldn't. That was part of his problem! -- he took language too seriously!" The Oath, for instance.

But Curufin smiles at his brother.

"Yes, the Dwarf troops march under the banner of the hammer, anvil, and seven stars! -- they have come to us for love of their friend Celebrimbor. But as for Gil-galad, I'm afraid he will have to survive the end of the Second Age and still be High King of the Noldor. Terrible fate! He'll never forgive us."

The huge Uruk tries to take a shot at Curufin but loses his life swiftly. And as Maglor is guarding Curufin's back, the big Orc's outraged friends can't get at him, so they try to jump Maglor instead.

"Oh no you don't!" exclaims Curufin, turning to face them, Maglor now at his side.
bythewaves: (warrior)

[personal profile] bythewaves 2017-10-22 10:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Exactly, so you had best hope he never hears you say that!"

Maglor would quibble that Feanor ran it past him, too, so it's at least partially his fault, but he suspects his father briefly ran it past all of his sons, although the final words were his and his alone.

"Better him than me." Maglor says fervently, and hopes this version of Erennion won't hate them forever for saddling him with the job. Then again, of all of the Noldor kings, he had lasted the longest, and done arguably the most good, so...

Their enemies are pressing closer now, and now, at last, Maglor begins to Sing, weaving their enemies sure defeat into tangling snares and blinding traps, even as he lunges forward, trusting his brother to be there.
so_dark_a_road: (the fell sons of Feanor)

[personal profile] so_dark_a_road 2017-10-24 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
Curufin grins, a bit grimly. Their father will never hear it from him. And this is partly because Curufin never intends to be trapped in the Halls of Mandos, and he hasn't so far figured out any way to contact his father without getting caught sneaking in and out. They seem to have his father locked up in the most secure part of the place. Worse luck for Fëanor!

And Curufin doesn't remember his dad bothering to run the Oath past him before he stood up on that chair in the square and started ranting about it. Maybe he just assumed that the son who was most like him would automatically approve of the text as was, without editing? Worse luck for Curufin! -- their dad was right, if that's what he thought.

And as for Gil-galad: "Better him than anybody! Yes, he can have that awful job for all eternity!" Hopefully he isn't smart enough to realize he's been had.

And into the fray they go! Maglor starts singing, and this baffles their enemies as well as ensnares them. Curufin smiles and strikes, slashing heads and arms and legs off, skewering Orc bodies right through the heart or liver. He and his brother work so well together, moving as though their minds were joined, as though their thoughts were instantaneously available each to each.

And that works until the Balrogs show up. Uh-oh! Now for the proof of the pudding. . .
bythewaves: (sword)

VAIRE IS VERY UPSET THAT CURUFIN THINKS SHE WOULD TRAP HIM THERE

[personal profile] bythewaves 2017-10-24 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
They are a formidable force, the seven sons of Feanor. There are only two here, now, but that makes them no less lethal, dancing around each other as if they were one unit, not two.

And when the Balrogs take the field Maglor's song rises to meet them. Once, Finrod faced their commander, and lost. But Maglor is older, and the better bard. More importantly - he is not alone.

Up and up, his voice climbs, ringing across the field, defiance and fury in every note, for every life stolen from him, a cresting wave of power. In his hands his sword blazes bright as he turns to meet them.
so_dark_a_road: (#277 -- @@@^)

Actually, he trusts her, but he's not so sure about Námo. XD

[personal profile] so_dark_a_road 2017-10-31 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, the two of them are deadly indeed.

And as for the Balrogs, they were afraid when the seven sons of Fëanor rode against them together. The fiery monsters withdrew and left the terribly injured Fëanor to be collected by his sons, instead of finishing the job. And Curufin remembers that day so very clearly! This time, the Balrogs will not get away, even though there are but two Fëanorions. These two are not to be trifled with, the warrior-Bard with the powerful Song, and the warrior-smith with an arm like iron and a sword of meteoric steel that flashes blue and white as Curufin charges it up with power from the core of his sorcerous soul. And Maglor's sword blazes in a like manner.

The Balrogs try to surround the brothers, but Maglor and Curufin dodge and dart and feint. They draw out the most fierce and forward of the Balrogs and their swords strike him like lightening as Maglor's Song smashes into the spirit of darkness like a wave from the sea.
bythewaves: (back to back)

She is now pouting because you think she can't convince her husband XD

[personal profile] bythewaves 2017-10-31 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
Maglor fits his dance to Curufin's own, carried on his song, bringing all his skill and rage tp bear. Too many have fallen to these demons. No more.