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Voice; 2

Okay, time to lighten the mood.

[Because after all this shit that's happened, she needs to smile. She needs something, anything, to take her mind off all of this and for a second, remember that being alive is good, and right.

And maybe to remember a simpler time.]

I've got this book of puns, right? Well, back in the day, it kinda used to be my thing. And I figure you guys could use this. Or groan, whatever.

Here goes.

A clown held the door open for me the other day.
I thought it was a nice jester.

The butcher backed up into the meat grinder.
He got a little behind in his work.

Yesterday I accidentally swallowed some food coloring.
The doctor says I'm okay, but I feel like I've dyed a little inside.

Pffft.

The man who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned veteran.

[That one actually makes her laugh out loud.]

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... that's actually kind of freakin' cool.

[ now he laughs ]

That is kind of you to say so, ercasse. In Sindarin, that greeting would be... hm, Êl síla erin lû e-govaned vîn - but our Sindarin kin would accuse us of being overly wordy. They preferred simpler greetings that took less time to say.

So what does ercasse mean, anyway?

[Excuse her pronunciation. Probably/definitely mangled that one there.]

It is Quenya, and means "holly".

[ he ducks his head, suddenly a little shy ] Among my people it is common to give an epessë - an after-name, ah, what you might call a nick-name - to those you are acquainted with. [ to those you are friends with, he doesn't say ] I am sorry if it offends you.

Holly.

[On the contrary, she finds it kind of awesome.]

Why that plant? Kinda prickly?

[ a smile ]

Aye, but beautiful all the same. Strong, too - hardy, and enduring. [ green and vibrant in the midst of snow ]

[Maglooor. Ellie shakes her head, grinning as if she doesn't know whether to thank him or laugh. A lot.]

You are a hell of a sap.

[ he calls them as he sees them~ ]

[ cheerfully ] So I have been told!

[ He so totally is ]

But I will stop, if you wish it.

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Nah. It's kinda cool, I usually don't have nicknames.

[ the smile she gets back is as free from shadow as Maglor's ever get ]

Then, I will have to make sure I use it enough for you to get used to it, ercasse

I can roll with it.

[ utterly straight-faced ]

Wheel shall have to see.

[She cannot even. Maglor. Welcome to being one of her favorites.]

Oh, shit. That was good.

[ Now he smiles, eyes dancing, and sweeps a theatrical bow ]

If my lady approves of my poor efforts, then I am glad to be of service. I fear that I am not so good at creating puns, however. [ but he is quite happy to take full advantage of any openings she gives him ] In that, I yield entirely to you.

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[Maglor, what even.]

Where do you even come from? You talk like a knight out of some old novel or something.

[thoughtfully] I think to you my time would be one of legend and myth - if I guess aright, I am far behind any here.

Dragons?

[Hopefully.]

[ the flinch is small but he cannot quite squash the shadow that rises in his eyes in response to that ]

Aye.

[ a breath and he tries for a smile ]

Heroes and Kings and the very Spirits of the world. Elves and dwarves and hobbits.

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... okay, no talking about dragons.

[She nods to herself, just acknowledging. She's quick to catch onto these things, quick to stick to boundaries -- Joel has a lot of things he doesn't like to talk about it.]

It sounds awesome.

Tis only bad memories. [ Maglor huffs a sigh and puts the memories back in their boxes ] You would think I would be able to manage by now, but perhaps Alfhiem is too close, still. But they are an integral part of our tales, and if you want to hear about them I can tell them. A poor bard I would be if I could not, eh? And I have had closer experiences with dragons than most.

[ yes Ellie, he fought dragons ]

It was sometimes. And sometimes it was terrible indeed. Still, a wiser man than I once said that the best stories - the ones that meant something - were those which were not always easy to hear, or presumably, to live through.

If you wanna tell me. I'm always up for listening to stories, especially if it's real stuff.

[Stories were the lifeblood of the QZ. It was how they learned about the world outside, the way things used to be before all those unwanted or orphaned kids were born. But hell, Ellie tends to keep that part out of it.]

Sounds like that guy knew his shit.

Truly, I do not mind, Ellie. It was only the shock of having them mentioned I think, and my memories have been uneasy since Alfhiem. [ a little too close to memory for comfort, and after Ginnungagap the nightmares started up again ]

Whatever you want to know, ask.

He does indeed. His father named him 'Samwise' - in Sindarin, Perhael or 'Half-wise' - but it has been later said that he was one of the wisest of all.

Yeah, I get that.

... so what was he? A storyteller?

He will become one, I think, to his family and his people. [ Maglor says thoughtfully and then smiles ]

He is a gardener. Many would say, the best gardener on this side of the Sundering Seas. And he is a hero - probably the greatest of the Age, although his own people esteem him not, and he would never accept such a title himself.

A... gardener?

[It makes her think of her own powers, what might be related.]

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