Event Log: A Hope for the Future

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the A Hope for the Future event
Where: All over the city!
When: April 15th-April 19th
Warnings: Stealth Rock

It's finally time to reap the rewards you've earned from all that hard work collecting and returning the Hope orbs! Be careful walking the streets during the small earthquakes, but feel free to admire the scenery as your beautiful city reassembles its way back into its former glory.

There are new houses where the destroyed buildings once were, and they're perfect for a single person or pair of lovebirds. In addition, you'll find that the electricity to these new houses, and all other homes and shops in the city is restored. The food is better, the monsters are gone- hey, this city might be livable again!

To cap it all off, we've got a feast waiting for you on the 19th! Come one, come all, and enjoy all of your favorite foods, drinks, and party games. It's been awhile since we've all gotten together to celebrate something good, so get your party on and toss all your troubles away!

► This log covers April 14th-April 19th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
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► If you get hit by levitating rubble or eat a food that wasn't meant for you, please let us know here.

Comments

[so_dark_a_road]

But we don't gobble just anybody's cooking! We're very selective. [ Smile. ]

[ Curufin sees those pink ears. How adorable! ]

[bythewaves]

Ah, really? Then should I test this by leaving Nelyo to do the cooking for a while?

[ Not that Maedhros can't but he's definitely the worst of them ]

[so_dark_a_road]

No, no! I mean. . . what a terrible disservice to Nelyo, being stuck with kitchen duty.

[ Of course, he probably has been stuck with more than usual anyway, since Curufin hasn't been up to it for these last two weeks and can't take his usual turn. ]

[bythewaves]

Hm, you sounded a little worried there. [ Maglor teases ]

Well, I suppose I should be nice to my invalid brother!

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Responds with an innocent look. What? -- criticize my respected eldest brother's cooking? Surely I would never! ]

[ Bright smile. ] You can be nice to me right now by handing me one of those honey cakes.

[bythewaves]

How would you know if I have honey cakes left? Or that I want to share?

[ he pretends to frown, but he does reach for the tray to share ]

[so_dark_a_road]

I, too, know my family well. [ Grin. ]

[ Curufin takes one of the cakes with a nod of thanks. He nibbles, and over his face comes an expression of bliss and nostalgia. ]

I can see her mixing the dough and forming it into cakes with her strong, graceful hands. I can hear her singing as she slides the cookie sheets into the oven and tosses the crockery into the suds in the sink. And I can see her smiling as she looks upon her sons, whichever of us are drinking glasses of milk and telling stories and laughing and joking while we wait for the cakes to come out of the oven. I can smell that heavenly scent wafting to the ceiling, and I can feel her smile like a caress.

You used to bring your harp on such occasions, do you remember? You'd play us your latest, and sing, too. It was lovely, and it made the time pass.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor hums softly, his eyes gentle and wistful ]

I remember. It has been a long time since those days.

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin looks lovingly upon his older brother's wistful face. ]

A long time, yes. [ Softly. ] It is a part of our strength that we remember the good days so vividly.

[bythewaves]

Both the good and the bad. [ Maglor says softly ]

The curse of elven memory! But this memory, at least, is not touched by sorrow.

[so_dark_a_road]

True. [ With equal softness. ]

It's a wonder we ever developed the art of writing. We as a people certainly don't need it for record-keeping, not with our memory for EVERY LITTLE THING.

Our memories of Nerdanel the Wise, our forever-beloved amil, are purely sweet and will never dim.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor laughs softly ]

We developed the art of writing so that friends and colleagues could argue over long distances, I am certain this is so.

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin laughs too. ]

Yes! I am certain you are right. And also to have time to polish our invective before delivering it.

[bythewaves]

Not that anyone could read your writing. [ he teases ]

[so_dark_a_road]

I was going to say the same of yours. [ he teases back ]

[bythewaves]

At least mine is better than Tyelko's!

[so_dark_a_road]

True! His is absolutely awful. [ Snicker ]

[bythewaves]

How poor Nelyo must have despaired of all of us! Although Moryo's script was exquisitely fine.

[so_dark_a_road]

Yes, our poor elder brother was tasked with teaching us our letters. [ Laugh ] What an awful job!

And that's true, Moryo was actually good at writing. He wrote with such a beautiful hand! When we were all sitting at the same table with all that clutter of pens and pencils and ink bottles and scrolls of parchment, I used to sidle up to him and look over his arm and try to copy his style.

[bythewaves]

I think we are all very grateful he had endless patience for annoying younger brothers!

[ Maglor smiles at the memory ]

He always had a good hand. It served him well for his embroidery work, too. But we all had our own talents! I remain surprised how terrible your writing was, though.

[so_dark_a_road]

We are grateful. In fact, I think were were grateful even then.

[ Happy memories! ]

I remember his embroidery. The first time I saw him working on it, I was just a little Elfling. . . and he wasn't all that much bigger, but he was working away at a little flag that was a prototype of a banner he wanted to make. I hung on his shoulder and blinked in astonishment at how beautiful the colors were, and how skillfully stitched were the figures of stars and flowers. I couldn't pronounce my "r's" yet. [ Chuckle.] "MOWO! WHAT YOU DOING???" I asked.

[bythewaves]

How annoyed he was at our noise - he mustn't have been pleased at your interruption!

[so_dark_a_road]

He was frequently annoyed, and he wasn't shy about letting us know just how annoyed he was. [ Grin. ] If I had a jewel for every time he called me "brat," I'd be richer than all the kings of Numenor!

[bythewaves]

I am fairly sure 'brat' was Caranthir's word for 'I love you'.

[so_dark_a_road]

I'm fairly sure of that, too.