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Event Log: The Hope of a Child

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the The Hope of a Child event
Where: All over the city!
When: January 23rd-Feb 1st
Warnings: Youths

By now, the gods have probably done enough weird crap to you while you're asleep for you to be a little suspicious- but it's not like you can just not sleep, especially when there are a few supernatural forces making your eyes droopy and your body feel heavy.

And now, when you fall asleep, you'll wake up somewhere else and you'll likely have quite a different temperament- you'll be younger, maybe a little more naive and innocent, and you won't exactly remember all the wild stuff that's happened to your adult self. Maybe now you'll be a little more trusting and emotional, hm? The gods could definitely use a little boost in power, and what better way to do it than to harness the power of overemotional kiddos!

Or maybe you aren't affected at all and find yourself surrounded by youths. What are you going to do when your best friend doesn't know how to cook for themselves? Or your bitter rival is throwing a temper tantrum because they broke their favorite toy? Nobody asked for this kind of responsibility, but think about what would happen if nobody was around to take care of these babies...

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"What, so many aunts and uncles, but no cousins?" He teases. "You have a big family, little Cano, bigger than you know. Never fear, though. You'll meet them soon enough."

He's happy to let Cano bounce on his shoulders for a while. Argon and Idril had always liked that sort of thing.

"That's because I'm not a Teler; I'm a Noldo, just as you are."

"Oooh lots of cousins?"

He laughs, and even the sound is musical, gleefully enjoying the ride.

"But if you is from east, isn't you from Al... alllll... alqualon...de?"

"Lots and lots," he promises, grinning up at him.

"And no, I was born in Tirion. Just north of the Great Square, not far from the Lion's Fountain."

Which at that age, little Makalaure might not realize was the approximate location of his uncle's house in Tirion. But it seemed best to tell the truth as much as he could.

"But when I was grown, I went to live in a place called Hisilome. Maybe you'll come see it some day."

"Cano wants to meet them!" He throws up his hands excitedly. "Are they's all growned up like you?"

"Cano knows that place! The fountain makes a pretty sound! Cans we go now?"

"Not all! I'm afraid I didn't bring my little siblings with me, so you'll have to wait to play with them- but don't worry, you'll meet them very soon."

Fingon laughs; of course he remembers the sound of the fountain best. "Not right now, sadly. There's lots of people here who need to be looked after. But I'll tell you all about it, if you like."

"New friends!" He cheers.

"Lots?" He asks curiously. "Who?"

"Have you seen all the people around here, Cano? They're are very far from home, some of them for the first time ever. We need to make sure they're all right."

"Ooooooh." He considers.

"Why did they have to leave home?"

"They were brought here. By some very silly people who like inviting guests in but don't know how to care for them properly."

It occurs to him that this description sounds like a parody of the Valar Discourse that had been so controversial in the years before the Darkening, but he stifles the laugh.

"That's not very nice." Cano opinions. "Or smart! Is Cousin Finno looking after them? Can Cano help?"

This time the laugh rings out. "No it isn't," he agrees, "but for now we have to put up with them being not very smart."

He considers that for a moment. So long as Cano keeps out of too serious trouble.... "As for helping, I don't see why not? Enjoy yourself while you're here, but stay within shouting distance of an adult. And if you see someone who's hurt, or hungry, come find one of us and we can help them together."

"Cousin Finno should teach them better."

He cheers. "Cano can do that!"

"I'd like to, sometimes," he admits. "But they're very good at not listening to what they do not wish to hear."

Fingon grins. "I thought you could, you clever thing. Now have you seen the house we're staying it. I can show you how to find it, and then we can see about having a bit of fun."

"Where we staying? All together?" That would be fun!

"YAY! Playtime!"

"There's a house we'll be staying in, full of other elves whom you can come to for anything." Well, hopefully it would be full of elves. Fingon hadn't seen Curufinwe over the past few days.

"But you'll have us, and as many playmates as the city can hold besides."

"More family?" He asks cheerfully.

"Lots of friends! When can we go home though?:

"Yes. But maybe I should let them introduce themselves. We wouldn't want to spoil the surprise, would we?" He pauses, then continues in the same cheerful voice. "Your brother is here as well, but he's very tired at the moment and taking a nap."

He swallows hard at that request. "Soon, Cano. Just enjoy yourself for now, while we sort out things here. But you'll be back where you belong soon. I promise."

"Ooooh yes!"

He nods.

"Cano will let Nelyo sleep!" Until he gets bored. "Cans play with him later!"

He pats him gently. "Cousin Finno is sad?"

"Of course you can," Fingon agrees. With any luck, there would be enough other children around to keep little Cano busy. It was a pity that Maedhros couldn't see his brother so young and happy, though. He would have enjoyed it.

"Oh, a bit. It's been a little while since I've had the chance see Tirion, that's all."

Fingon gets a hug for that.

"Come and visit Cano after then! We cans play together lots and lots!"

It's a very nice hug, one Fingon is happy to return.

"Do you know what? I think I will."

Edited 2018-02-03 08:09 (UTC)

"Yay!"

He cheers happily.

"Can you play instruments, cousin Finno? We's can play together!"

"That I do. As a matter of fact, I have my harp at the house. Would you like to play with it?"

Edited 2018-02-04 03:05 (UTC)

"YES PLEASE!"

He bounces on his shoulders in eagerness.

"Is it a very big harp?"

He should have guessed that would get a reaction.

"No, sadly. My larger harps are still in Hisilome." All of which had barely been touched since the Bragollach, he noted, a trifle sad at the thought. The house could hold a great harp, though- perhaps it was something to consider when this was over?

"But I have a traveller's harp with me, made by a very dear friend. And it sounds as sweet as any I have ever played."

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Lol I love that icon

It is a great icon- well. Not for Turgon.

Turgon just looks so long suffering XD

Such is his life

he's not sure why his family are so exuberant???

The world is a good place, Turno. Enjoy it.

He does enjoy it! Peacefully!

How did he survive Aredhel?

Earplugs

Poor thing

He loves his family but...

...but? XD

but sometimes he wonders if anyone would mind if he gagged them XD

Probably someone. Sorry, Turgon

Damn XD

He'd miss them talking anyway.

He supposes this is true

It's never boring, at least?

True that.

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