Trekqueen-- wanna collaborate?

[sepdet]

I've been distracting you with star trek and religion and all sorts of blather, but we've got a writing prompt in the Return of the Noldor thread I sucked you into. Wanna hash out our next posts in tandem? It might help, since the GM's last post is loooong... that was a little confusing; I wonder if she lost a few paragraph breaks divvying it up.

So let me repost the part of the GM's post that Ecthelion and Glory are involved in, breaking it into easy-to-manage chunks, and then when you are ready to play, you get first dibs at writing Glorfy and I'll add in Ec, or however you like! When we've got it, we can our posts in the real thread, or one person can post both if it works better -- plaza buddies sometimes joint post. (But then you should post so you get the points for it-- I've got plenty. :D)

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Re: GM's post, first part -- on the Ice

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Okay, I lie. Since Aigronding's bit is directed at Ec specifically, here's my first crack at a response to part I...which may go before or after what you write.

"My lord," said Ecthelion, head bowed with hand on heart. "I feel the warmth of your fire already -- you warm us and honor us with your trust. When your towers and fountains rise in that new land, we shall be proud to serve the House of Turgon as we have served your great Father. By his leave, we shall help you guard and guide a mighty people."

A tug on his tunic brought lofty words to earth, and Ecthelion smiled tenderly at the little princess, whose loss she now bore in her innocent face. He gathered the girl into his arms. "And I will play my crystal flute for you, sweet Idril, as soon as my fingers are not so cold. For now I would sound like a walrus, and the noise might frighten the children."

[Glorfindel? but Ec would defer to Glory, of course! The half-Vanyar chap has seniority. ;) ]

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[Some reaction to Glory, if you post there...]

"Ah, I should have guessed," Ecthelion said with a bow to Aigronding. "You share the same high blood as my gallant friend here, the flower of honor among all the Noldor."

Still carrying Idril, Ecthelion pressed on. And on, through pain and blindness, although his body ached to yield up its shell. But so long as he held Turgon's jewel, he could not falter, could not stumble, could not fail his lord's trust...

(And this will slot into the next part, where we talk of arriving on land, seeing the burned-out ships and our first glimpse of Tilion.)

Re: GM's post, first part -- on the Ice

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"From your flute, even the sound of a walrus will be considered melodious," chuckled Glorfindel and he reached out to little Idril, fixing the hood over her blonde head to ward off the cold. He could feel her questioning, grief-filled eyes looking deep into him. "Do not worry, tittaquen (little one), I loved your mother as well. Ecthelion and I shall be by your side always whenever you need us in her stead."

Glorfindel's heart lifted a little when Turgon had embraced him and Ecthelion with talk of the new world that lay before him. All three of them needed each other in what was to come ahead, especially as Turgon tried to busy himself to distract from the pain of his loss. Idril needed them; especially for her he would remain steadfast and true.
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for the arrival on land

The peak was but a silhouette at first: a ghostly figure in the mists. When they walked closer did Glorfindel realize what was ahead.

"Look to the horizon," Glorfindel pointed out to Ecthelion. "We have arrived."