hadriel_logs | Event Log: Home Sweet Home

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Event Log: Home Sweet Home

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Home Sweet Home event
Where: All over the city
When: June 20th-July 2nd
Warnings: Nothing bad could ever happen now that you're home

It could happen at any moment- any action you do could be cut short by a sudden trancelike state, and so hopefully it happens when you're safe in your surroundings. And of course you're safe... after all, what could happen to you now that you're finally home?

Whether you don't remember Hadriel at all, or you just believe that this entire ordeal is over, you're home for good now, which is something worth celebrating. What happens in your home? Are you treated like royalty or just cast aside and forgotten? How are your friends doing? Your family? Everything is just as it should be and it's easy to get lost in it, even for an unlucky onlooker who may find themselves drawn into your trance and able to interact with you as you mill about your world and your reality.

Snapping out of it is the only way to end this trance, and you've got to eat and sleep at some point, but how can you go back now that you've been teased with what you desire (or maybe even fear) the most?

► This log covers June 20th-July 2nd.
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Only a ghost.

[ He murmurs softly ]

No. Can you not feel the flesh and bone holding you up?

[she squeezes his shoulder with her hand]

[ He pauses, confused ]

You are rather unusually solid for a vision...

That's because I'm no vision. I'm here, I'm real, and I want to--to help you.

[ There's another long pause ]

.... Margaery?

[ He says, confused ]

What are you doing here?

[she's elated when he remembers who she is, though she's careful to not let it show too much]

Yes.

[she squeezes his shoulder again]

I don't entirely know. Only that you were there, unmoving, and I reached out to touch you to ensure you were well. Then I found myself here.

I'm dreaming.

[ Maglor blinks slowly, the diver surfacing ]

This...this already happened.

Yes. I believe that the so-called gods are up to their tricks yet again.

[she would sag with relief, but as she's still supporting him, she knows that would be a bad idea]

It did?

[ He straightens, looking around ]

Yes. This is the last remains of Beleriand, where my brother Maedhros died, in the moments before it was whelmed into the sea. We had best get to higher ground - this way.

[she reluctantly moves her arm out from under his shoulders]

I'm sorry that the so-called gods brought up such painful memories to torment you with. And I'll follow you wherever you lead.

[ He smiles tiredly at her ]

This... was my home once. It is the ending of it, at any rate. But they bring nothing to me that I do not on my own remember - thank you for caring. I don't know... how we are to wake.

[she gives him a concerned look]

Of course I care. You're my dearest friend. But. . . I don't know, either. I would have thought that recognizing the dream for what it was would break their hold. Is there--is there more that happens? After?

I... [ He falters, looking around ]

I don't know. [ He admits ] I don't really remember, most of this time. It... I lost so much... and ... I really don't know how I survived the first time.

[ He guesses. But he doesn't know. But he doesn't think he left the shore, and yet... ]

But we should not stay here, in any case. Perhaps if we get to safety before the wave comes...

Then we shall have to take our chances. I trust you.

[even amidst all of the chaos swirling around them. she trusts him completely]

Yes, that wave looks ominous. Is there higher ground nearby or at least a tree we could climb?

[ He gathers as much of himself as he can (easier, with the distance that time brings) and looks around ]

I... we must still be in what is left of Ossiriand, I think. So... the Blue Mountains lie yonder. This is... probably what will be Forlindon - so we need to go this way. The wave will take much but not all.

[ He turns east and slightly south, aiming for the lower foothills ]

[she nods at his statement. after all, he's the one who lived here, who knows its secrets. she had mainly been trying (and failing) to find high ground]

I'm sure you know best. [she turns her head back to look at the wave and shudders] I've never seen such a thing!

[and follows him]

I have seen it thrice, now. Although the first time we saw it only from a distance - but in this war, we lost most of Beleriand to the sea in stages, as Ulmo, Osse and Uinen aided us as they could. Only Harlindon and Forlindon will remain! And we will lose part of those after Numenor falls.

[ He moves surely now, none of the hesitance of before, picking his way across the burnt and scorched ground, great pits scored through them and ... the bodies. There's no disguising those, although he leads her around the worst of them. Most are charred heaps, for the honorable dead have been removed and their enemies set to torch, but the bones and broken weapons remain, as do the far, far larger bones of the dragons of Arda, lying like great mountains, although there are not many of those here ]

All of that land. . . and your people's heritage, lost. May I ask what--what caused such a thing?

[she's never seen anything like this before. in Westeros, she was kept far from the fighting, first in Renly's camp and later in King's Landing. she's never seen dead bodies, broken and burned, lying before her. she skirts her way around them, trying to avoid touching them. she's no Silent Sister, to be sent out after a battle to minister to the fallen]

War. [ He says softly ]

They will call it the War of Wrath, later, and it marks the end of the First Age of the Sun. Not that we were not at war before, but this... the hosts of the Valar came from Valinor, and with them came Ulmo, Lord of the Waters and Osse and Uinen his vassals, and Eonwe, the Elder King's herald, and many maia under his command, in forms visible and not. This was a war of the Powers, for against them stood Morgoth, the Black Foe of the world, he who had once been the greatest of the Powers, now fallen. For fourty years the hosts of the Valar strove to cross the River Sirion, and Ulmo brought waves against the fires that the Balrogs and other fire spirits that had sworn to Morgoth, and the land could not withstand them.

[ His voice is low, falling back into the cadence of a storyteller, the only way he is able to relieve this ]

Morgoth threw everything he had at us, and the great mountain homes of the dwarves - Nogrod and Belegost, were lost when the mountains fell beneath the stress of Sauron and Eonwe's battle. Here too, came forth for the first time, the winged dragons, led by Ancalagon the Black, the greatest of them all, whose fall broke the mountain towers of Thangorodrim and whose wings blotted out the sun. It will be long and long before the land recovers, and here also begins the exodus of the elves. Many thralls were released from the dungeons and mines of Angband, and most were too unwell to stay. The Vanyar, who suffered greatly for their spearmen had much to do against the dragons, will all leave, never to return. Many of the Noldor died earlier, and many of those remaining are too hurt to stay, although a remnant will cling on. The Green Elves of Ossiriand are almost all dead, and will retreat, seldom to be seen again now, and many of the Silvan and Sindar will begin to sail West also.

[she takes in his story, face white to the lips and eyes wide with combined wonder and horror.

she tries to speak and fails.

gathers her strength and tries again.

this time, words emerge, low and shaking with emotion]

Maglor, I'm--"I'm sorry" seems paltry compared with what you've been through. I would ease your pain, if I could.

[ He smiles weakly at her ]

You help. [ He says softly ]

Just by listening, truly. This sort of war... was never meant for mortals, although we would not have done as well as we did without the Edain.

[ The ground around them is rising, by now, and he leads her ever on, hurrying as carefully over the ground as they can ]

I would do anything to be able to give more. [she says fervently]

Is any war truly meant for anyone? It's a terrible aberration, war is.

[she feels the ground rising beneath her feet and is reminded for a few awful seconds of those last moments in the Sept of Baelor before the Wildfire broke free and claimed them all. she follows along at his side as quickly as she can, trying to escape those memories]

Thank you. [ He says softly ]

It is a part of Arda Marred. [ He says practically ]

Not something that we love, but ... something that cannot be helped, at times. The world is broken beyond healing, but it changes not our love for it.

[ Behind them, inexorably, the wave is coming, the land crumbling behind them, close enough now to hear, and he helps her up the slope to where there is a relatively high shelf ]

I suppose I can understand that. I have no intentions of ever returning to Westeros, but part of me will always love it despite all of the terrible memories it brings.

[she can't help but look behind her, seeing the ground they were once on taken by the wave now roaring in her ears. she gladly accepts his help with moving onto even higher ground]

Who could pass by the lands of their people, loved and grieved over, and not wish to stop awhile, though it had become an abode of demons?

[ Maglor agrees. When they scramble up, Maglor turns back, watching as the wind lifts the spray of the waves to them and then land crumbles ]

So passes Beleriand, wild and great, and so the words of our Doom is writ in fulfilment, for the sea has taken all our lands and great works, and drowned them.

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