More Maglor and Daeron
...Elrond has a short "Talk" with Daeron about Maglor, while, at the same time, Maglor is accosted by Miles. :D Continuation of the Maglor/Daeron-ness started here. And, for reference, if you didn't get enough UST Dancing, here are Maglor and Daeron at the Twelfth Night Ball.
[Elrond] *nods to Daeron*
[Elrond] Could I.. have a word with you?
[Daeron] *nods back* *blink* ...certainly.
[Elrond] I understand that you and Maglor are.. close.
[Daeron] ...we are best good friends, yes.
[Elrond] My headmate tells me you two are great dance partners, as well.
[Daeron] ...it's a hobby we've both picked up.
[Elrond] Hm.
[Elrond] He's fond of you.
[Daeron] *rather monotonly* I am glad to hear it.
[Elrond] *quiet*
[Daeron] ... *not really looking at him*
[Elrond] *advances on Daeron like a shark on blood; grabs him by the front of his tunic, pulling him nose-to-nose with him* You had better take care of him. I have my own past with Maglor. I'm rather fond of him. If I hear of anything, any little thing, I will personally solve that problem. Get it?
[Elrond] *lowers Daeron and beams like nothing happened* I'll see you around?
[Daeron] *---hi, minor shock*
[Elrond] *flashes a wicked grin, then leaves*
[Daeron] ...............
[Daeron] *wantsomewheresafetogohide*
[Maglor] *brooding? Us?* *Perish the thought!*
[Maglor] *exists, though* *brooding anyway*
[Nerdanel] [[Brooding -already,- Mags?]]
[Maglor] *broods ALL THE TIME* *except when he's with Daeron*
[Archangela] (-- and that's not a GIANT CLUE?)
[Maglor] *not really. Means he's got a good friend who's good at cheering him up*
[Miles] *WELL, WE'LL FIX THAT SOON ENOUGH* *here and whatnot, whee* *waves*
[Maglor] *nods to him* *...YES, BUT IT'LL BREAK HIM*
[Miles] *...DAE CAN PUT HIM BACK TOGETHER? :D* You're the -- Daeron's friend. Something with an M.
[Maglor] *HE'LL BE AVOIDING DAE, AND VICE-VERSA* ...Maglor. Yes. And you're... Miles?
[Miles] *OH, COME /ON/.* Yep. *grins* M-names unite, or something. But anyway.
[Maglor] *WHAT WOULD YOU EXPECT HIM TO DO?* *smiles faintly* Indeed. --Anyway?
[Miles] *tilts head and grins innocently* You're a very good dancer, you know.
[Maglor] *blink* ...I'm not bad.
[Miles] Even average dancers can do brilliantly if matched with the perfect partner. *innocent. so innocent.*
[Maglor] If you mean Daeron, well, we've had a lot of practice... *fails to see Miles' point*
[Miles] That's obvious. You know each other's movements.
[Maglor] *small smile* Well, yes. It's been a long time.
[Miles] *grin* How long?
[Maglor] *deadpan* Thirteen thousand years, give or take a few.
[Maglor] *give or take? Could probably give you the exact time in minutes* *but won't*
[Miles] ...holy shit. How old 'd you say you were?
[Maglor] *dry* I didn't. But it'd probably be about fifteen thousand, only the years were different then.
[Miles] ...fascinating. Look good for your age.
[Maglor] *snorts* Thank you?
[Miles] Welcome. *grin* So. Daeron.
[Maglor] What about him? *protective of his friend, yes*
[Miles] He looks pretty good for his age, too.
[Miles] ...that is, assuming he isn't only thirteen thousand and you're being a cradle-robber.
[Maglor] ...So do we all, really. We're close in ag-- what? *confused*
[Miles] -- never mind. You're as clueless as he is. *grins*
[Maglor] ...Pardon?
[Miles] *tilts head* Tell me. How long have you been in love with him?
[Maglor] ...............
[Maglor] .../What/?
[Miles] *patiently* How. Long. Have You. Been. In. Love. With. Daeron?
[Maglor] *completely WTFing, yet there's something underneath that twists and flutters at those words, but which he barely registers because of the omewtF* ...I'm /not/.
[Miles] Right, and I'm straight.
[Maglor] ...What do your preferences have to do with it? I- it's /Daeron/.
[Miles] ...comparison. Between how ridiculous both ideas were. Yes, it is. He's your best friend, he's really hot, and you dance like you're soulmates.
[Maglor] ...Yes, he's my best friend. I'm not in love with him.
[Miles] Yes, you are.
[Maglor] I /can't/ be. I-- it would be /bad/. I /won't/ be.
[Miles] *slightly gentler* It doesn't matter what can and can't happen. Why would it be bad?
[Maglor] .../Because/. There's no way it can be good, for either of us. How is this any of your business?
[Miles] Well, I've spoken to /him/ already.
[Maglor] .........You /what/? Did you-- *oh, furious now, as did we mention the protective?*
[Miles] *calmly* He took it a lot better than you did, anyway.
[Maglor] *darkly* I doubt it.
[Miles] *shrug* Seemed -- kind of shocked, like you were.,
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[Maglor] *facepalms* That is... /not/ taking it well. Not from him. *looks back at Miles* And you don't know that. You don't know either of us. So how do you get off waltzing into our /friendship/ and telling us what to feel?
[Miles] *still calmly* You're right. I /don't/ know either of you. But I do know how two people look when they're in love.
[Maglor] He's my /friend/. My /only/ friend. He keeps me sane, and I can only hope I do the same for him. I love him, yes, but not-- it's deeper than your... your /romance/.
[Miles] Is there any other person in the world with whom you'd dance like that?
[Maglor] -No-. That does not mean I'm /in love/ with him. *pauses, in an attempt to collect himself* If you told him all this you're telling me... he'll be shattered. There's more to both of us than looking pretty together. You'll have /hurt/ him with your stupid matchmaking; do you even care?
[Miles] I'm sorry if I have. But what exactly is the problem here?
[Maglor] The /past/ is the problem here. /Everything/ is the problem here. And none of it is anything to do with you.
[Miles] *holds up both hands* Fine, then.
[Maglor] *glares* It's /not/ fine. You've hurt him, you-- *nearly growls* I take it back. You need to understand. *stands up, and will probably be pacing in a minute*
[Maglor] He loved a woman who loved another, and she was the /only/ person he has /ever/ loved. My own brothers tried to force her into marriage and then kill her, and I, a murderer a hundred and more times over, attacked him home and killed his people.
[Maglor] And afterwards, after everything, we were the only ones left, and he should hate me, but he /doesn't/ and his friendship has been the only thing I've had for time out of mind, and this /doubt/ you're putting between us... if that ruins it... /you did not have the right to do this/.
[Maglor] *will just.... leave, now*
[Elrond] *nods to Daeron*
[Elrond] Could I.. have a word with you?
[Daeron] *nods back* *blink* ...certainly.
[Elrond] I understand that you and Maglor are.. close.
[Daeron] ...we are best good friends, yes.
[Elrond] My headmate tells me you two are great dance partners, as well.
[Daeron] ...it's a hobby we've both picked up.
[Elrond] Hm.
[Elrond] He's fond of you.
[Daeron] *rather monotonly* I am glad to hear it.
[Elrond] *quiet*
[Daeron] ... *not really looking at him*
[Elrond] *advances on Daeron like a shark on blood; grabs him by the front of his tunic, pulling him nose-to-nose with him* You had better take care of him. I have my own past with Maglor. I'm rather fond of him. If I hear of anything, any little thing, I will personally solve that problem. Get it?
[Elrond] *lowers Daeron and beams like nothing happened* I'll see you around?
[Daeron] *---hi, minor shock*
[Elrond] *flashes a wicked grin, then leaves*
[Daeron] ...............
[Daeron] *wantsomewheresafetogohide*
[Maglor] *brooding? Us?* *Perish the thought!*
[Maglor] *exists, though* *brooding anyway*
[Nerdanel] [[Brooding -already,- Mags?]]
[Maglor] *broods ALL THE TIME* *except when he's with Daeron*
[Archangela] (-- and that's not a GIANT CLUE?)
[Maglor] *not really. Means he's got a good friend who's good at cheering him up*
[Miles] *WELL, WE'LL FIX THAT SOON ENOUGH* *here and whatnot, whee* *waves*
[Maglor] *nods to him* *...YES, BUT IT'LL BREAK HIM*
[Miles] *...DAE CAN PUT HIM BACK TOGETHER? :D* You're the -- Daeron's friend. Something with an M.
[Maglor] *HE'LL BE AVOIDING DAE, AND VICE-VERSA* ...Maglor. Yes. And you're... Miles?
[Miles] *OH, COME /ON/.* Yep. *grins* M-names unite, or something. But anyway.
[Maglor] *WHAT WOULD YOU EXPECT HIM TO DO?* *smiles faintly* Indeed. --Anyway?
[Miles] *tilts head and grins innocently* You're a very good dancer, you know.
[Maglor] *blink* ...I'm not bad.
[Miles] Even average dancers can do brilliantly if matched with the perfect partner. *innocent. so innocent.*
[Maglor] If you mean Daeron, well, we've had a lot of practice... *fails to see Miles' point*
[Miles] That's obvious. You know each other's movements.
[Maglor] *small smile* Well, yes. It's been a long time.
[Miles] *grin* How long?
[Maglor] *deadpan* Thirteen thousand years, give or take a few.
[Maglor] *give or take? Could probably give you the exact time in minutes* *but won't*
[Miles] ...holy shit. How old 'd you say you were?
[Maglor] *dry* I didn't. But it'd probably be about fifteen thousand, only the years were different then.
[Miles] ...fascinating. Look good for your age.
[Maglor] *snorts* Thank you?
[Miles] Welcome. *grin* So. Daeron.
[Maglor] What about him? *protective of his friend, yes*
[Miles] He looks pretty good for his age, too.
[Miles] ...that is, assuming he isn't only thirteen thousand and you're being a cradle-robber.
[Maglor] ...So do we all, really. We're close in ag-- what? *confused*
[Miles] -- never mind. You're as clueless as he is. *grins*
[Maglor] ...Pardon?
[Miles] *tilts head* Tell me. How long have you been in love with him?
[Maglor] ...............
[Maglor] .../What/?
[Miles] *patiently* How. Long. Have You. Been. In. Love. With. Daeron?
[Maglor] *completely WTFing, yet there's something underneath that twists and flutters at those words, but which he barely registers because of the omewtF* ...I'm /not/.
[Miles] Right, and I'm straight.
[Maglor] ...What do your preferences have to do with it? I- it's /Daeron/.
[Miles] ...comparison. Between how ridiculous both ideas were. Yes, it is. He's your best friend, he's really hot, and you dance like you're soulmates.
[Maglor] ...Yes, he's my best friend. I'm not in love with him.
[Miles] Yes, you are.
[Maglor] I /can't/ be. I-- it would be /bad/. I /won't/ be.
[Miles] *slightly gentler* It doesn't matter what can and can't happen. Why would it be bad?
[Maglor] .../Because/. There's no way it can be good, for either of us. How is this any of your business?
[Miles] Well, I've spoken to /him/ already.
[Maglor] .........You /what/? Did you-- *oh, furious now, as did we mention the protective?*
[Miles] *calmly* He took it a lot better than you did, anyway.
[Maglor] *darkly* I doubt it.
[Miles] *shrug* Seemed -- kind of shocked, like you were.,
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[Maglor] *facepalms* That is... /not/ taking it well. Not from him. *looks back at Miles* And you don't know that. You don't know either of us. So how do you get off waltzing into our /friendship/ and telling us what to feel?
[Miles] *still calmly* You're right. I /don't/ know either of you. But I do know how two people look when they're in love.
[Maglor] He's my /friend/. My /only/ friend. He keeps me sane, and I can only hope I do the same for him. I love him, yes, but not-- it's deeper than your... your /romance/.
[Miles] Is there any other person in the world with whom you'd dance like that?
[Maglor] -No-. That does not mean I'm /in love/ with him. *pauses, in an attempt to collect himself* If you told him all this you're telling me... he'll be shattered. There's more to both of us than looking pretty together. You'll have /hurt/ him with your stupid matchmaking; do you even care?
[Miles] I'm sorry if I have. But what exactly is the problem here?
[Maglor] The /past/ is the problem here. /Everything/ is the problem here. And none of it is anything to do with you.
[Miles] *holds up both hands* Fine, then.
[Maglor] *glares* It's /not/ fine. You've hurt him, you-- *nearly growls* I take it back. You need to understand. *stands up, and will probably be pacing in a minute*
[Maglor] He loved a woman who loved another, and she was the /only/ person he has /ever/ loved. My own brothers tried to force her into marriage and then kill her, and I, a murderer a hundred and more times over, attacked him home and killed his people.
[Maglor] And afterwards, after everything, we were the only ones left, and he should hate me, but he /doesn't/ and his friendship has been the only thing I've had for time out of mind, and this /doubt/ you're putting between us... if that ruins it... /you did not have the right to do this/.
[Maglor] *will just.... leave, now*