Event Log: Home Sweet Home

[hadrielmods]

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.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
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► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you die of homesickness let us know here.

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[bythewaves]

Maglor doesn't notice his brother - this is a time in his life where he is quite used to being lonely, quite used to ignoring the shadows at the corner of his eyes that remind him of family long gone. He laughs at something one of the patrons say, and the smile is almost entirely real. Bowing his head in acknowledgment he sits back after taking a drink from the mug beside him, and starts to play, something bright and good for dancing, which is greeted with cheers and tables being pushed back.

He looks in his element.

Only one who knows him well would notice that the smile doesn't quite reach his eyes,

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin could be mistaken for a shadow, a ghost, and yet he is flesh and blood, embodied once again. Yes, he figured out how to do it, though it took him a while. Since then he has been wandering, searching for any living relatives. So far, Maglor is the only one he's found.

He touches the innkeeper's elbow and gestures at Maglor. "I'll sit with him," he says, quietly. The innkeeper nods, as that makes sense. The Bard and the stranger are both Elves.

Since now Maglor has started to play again, Curufin simply hangs back and waits. When finally there is a break in the music and the dancing, Curufin approaches. "Macalaurë," he murmurs. He is only a few yards away.

[bythewaves]

Maglor stiffens, hands still on the strings. He doesn't dare to turn around. They always vanish when he goes to look at them.

"You aren't... real." He says softly, desperately.

[so_dark_a_road]

"I am real," replies Curufin softly. "I was dead, but now I am alive again."

He moves around the table so that he is directly in Maglor's vision, and he smiles at him. The smile is small but warm and full of love. And a little bit of fear. He is daring to intrude in his brother's life when he might better have stayed away, for all he knows.

[bythewaves]

Home for Maglor has never really been a place - its always been the people in that place.

With a sob he flings himself forwards to cling.

"Curvo!"

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufn catches his brother in his arms and holds him tightly.

"Kano! I am so glad to have found you."

[bythewaves]

"Oh Curvo!"

Maglor clings - he's better fed at this time of life than he will be - Hobbit hospitality will do that! - But there's desperation in his grip that he does not have in Hadriel any longer.

"You're really here?"

[so_dark_a_road]

"I'm really here. Are you really here?" Maglor's love and desperation affects him deeply. Tears form in his eyes and with the warmth of his arms he seeks to comfort his brother.

"I didn't know. . . " The words catch in his throat. He had died not knowing what would become of his surviving relatives after Doriath. It had taken time even to find out about Maglor, and he was lucky there. A bard such as his brother tends to leave a trail, because wherever he plays, he's remembered and stories are told about him. Thus, the Sea-Wanderer, the Exile, the author of Noldolantë, the sweet-singer of the West. Who else could it have been but Maglor?

[bythewaves]

"Yes. Am I dreaming?"

He's been alone, by now, for a whole Age and a half of the world, satisfying himself with dream-memories and the fleeting kindness of mortals, who forget so easily what the nine-rayed star once meant.

[so_dark_a_road]

"Dear brother, you're wide awake. Did you dream of me before?"

Curufin can not only see the sorrow in Maglor's eyes, but feel it in the tight clasp of his arms. It fills Curufin with pity and regret, but mainly with overwhelming love.

[bythewaves]

"Always." Maglor cups his face, searches his eyes, looking for signs of the madness that once took them all or that this is not real.

"Ah my Curvo. I have missed you so."