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[ofdoriath]

Emo bards make everything better, and Tuesdays are Emo Bard Day. At least, in this country

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[pandora_antioch]

If Daeron is still around at sunset, there is someone he's never met who will be sitting not too far.

She is reading without light, turning pages too fast to be human.

[ofdoriath]

He probably will be. Stargazing is a fun hobby even when you're not one of those weirdos who moons over the Silmastar.

But he does notice the someone new, and turns his head to look, still on his back, and murmurs, "Not a good book, I take it?" In his perpetually dry but still rather pleasant voice. Mellifluous enough.

[pandora_antioch]

"Quite excellent, on the contrary," she replies, in halting Sindarin without looking up. "You may have heard of it, perhaps?"

She moves so that the cover might be visible.

It's the Lord of the Rings.

[ofdoriath]

His eyebrows rise even more, not quite staring, but something close. "...well, now. I have, and read it, though I can't speak much to the accuracy of that particular one." He didn't get involved. Scrupulously.

[pandora_antioch]

She looks up from the book, then. "You were not there?" Her voice is very calm.

[ofdoriath]

He tilts his head slightly, examines her. "I was there, but not involved," calmly, still, "I chose to stay out of it. Some things aren't my fight." And honestly, Daeron didn't really care about if the world ended or whatever. Luthien was still gone.

[pandora_antioch]

Pandora's eyebrows creep up. "This looks like a rather involving situation, if you ask me. Had you no need to follow Lord Elrond, or Galadriel, perhaps."

The slightest hint of distaste at the second name.

[ofdoriath]

Daeron shrugs. "I prefer to keep to myself." Both of them are too Finwean. Can't deal with.

[pandora_antioch]

She chuckles, a bit. "I suppose I can undrstnad that. I then to avoid my kind altogether."

Except Henry, and Armand, when he's around. The others are --- tolerable nuisances she would rather avoid.

[ofdoriath]

Daeron's mouth twitches, dryly. "I appreciate your understanding. Your name might be helpful as well, though."

[pandora_antioch]

Pandora looks at him with icy eyes, despite their warm, golden color.

"I am Lydia," she tells him quietly. "And a daughter of Rome, before you ask."

[ofdoriath]

Daeron's mouth twitches, a little, looking back at her, placidly. "Mm. Daeron, lately of Doriath. Which is no more."

[pandora_antioch]

"As is the Rome I knew," she tells him quietly. "Such is the way of the immortal, to see all they love wither and die."

[ofdoriath]

"For some of the immortal, certainly."

[pandora_antioch]

"But not all?" Quietly.

[ofdoriath]

"Some may be lucky enough to miss it." If they die first. Or were born too young to remember.