two immortals walk into a bar

[eonflamewing]

Come, all ye immortals... You walk into a bar. Maybe you were given a ticket by a fellow passing immortal, or had the prescience to obtain one yourself - whichever it is, the well-polished key will take you to an establishment that operates outside the confinements of spacetime. A bar exclusively for immortals, whether you were born this way or attained it as a mortal being. Gods, demons, vampires - no matter what you are, you are welcome here. It serves a myraid of drinks and snacks catered to the tastes of every world, so it's easy to find something palatable (even including human souls, if that's your preferred food). A corridor leads down the lounge to a variety of other rooms. Opening a door would transform it into a pool room, a singing room, or perhaps a quiet place for meditation. The establishment responds to the will of its patrons - as long as you behave, you will be allowed to stay here for as long as you like. Come in and take a seat. Maybe there's someone looking for you. [ this meme is for nonhuman characters who have lifespans longer than humans. OU, AU, OC, whichever goes! ]

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[bythewaves]

[ Maglor always enjoys it, when there's someone else to play with. This bar is a place for odd folk, so he's never really paid attention to who else comes in (but maybe, that's a lie. Maybe, he's watching, waiting, hoping, for some very special people).

Certainly, he never asks who (or what) someone else is - that would be rude, and the whole point of places like this is to be as close to anonymous as they can get.

There's nothing anonymous about the Being who is sitting and watching him.

(he's never been Namo's student, but he has been Irmo's briefly, at one time, for Art and Dreams go hand in hand. The Feanturi aren't that different to each other, no matter what the rest of the world sometimes thinks.)

Maglor is very still, although his hands never stop their playing, but he's as tense as a drawn bow, waiting for... he doesn't know.

Is Namo come to bring judgement? ]

[namod]

[Oh Maglor. Sorrow doesn't touch the Vala's gaze, though understanding does. He knows very well how his presence affects most of their circle.

On anyone else, the smile would be encouraging and beckoning. Does Maglor believe it? Probably not. But there is also no real room for denying the gesture of the note Namo plays next.

Approach, Child of Eru. He won't bite.]

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor's breath catches at the summons, face going pale. In his own way, he's been refusing their summons for centuries, now, isolating himself in self-imposed exile.

But this is a direct summons, one he cannot refuse without being deliberately, blatantly in opposition to Their Will. Again.

Slowly, he stands and puts the harp down, coming to stand trembling before Namo ]

[namod]

[He's proud of you for having the courage to obey this time.

Only when Maglor stands before him does he set his instrument down.]

Have a seat, Maglor. I am not here as Judge. Only to ask why you have not yet come home.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor shoots a confused look at him but obeys. ]

I...can't?

[namod]

You can. There is a place waiting for you, if you have the courage to accept it. It does not require passing through my Halls.

Your exile is self-inflicted at this point, Child.

[bythewaves]

But...

[ Maglor says confusedly ]

I...can't!

[namod]

[A deep sense of compassion enters the Vala's eyes and being.]

Am I not Vala? The one who delivered the Doom unto you? If I say you may come Home, there is no further reason to say you cannot. It would not be an easy path, no more than the one you have walked since your hasty departure, but it is open to you.

[bythewaves]

[ he shrinks in his seat, wringing his hands ]

But...how can I...my victims! The curse...I'm not safe...

[namod]

[He sighs softly and reaches for the elf's hands.]

I have elves in my Halls who refuse to leave while knowing you are not there waiting for their Rebirth. They cannot heal without you, Makalaure. Come home.

Speak with your victims, if they allow you to. Ask their forgiveness. Prove you are worthy of it. You cannot do that here, so far from them.

The only curse still in effect is the one you demand of yourself.

[bythewaves]

[ he freezes, staring at him with wide eyes ]

Why...who would anyone wait for me?

[namod]

[Namo holds the hands gentle, his own hands warm just for this purpose. No chill of death here.]

Because you are worthy of waiting for. Your family loves and misses you dearly.

Please come home so I may get them out of my Halls?

[bythewaves]

My... family?

[ for the first time, he actually looks at Namo ]

My... they're not... in the Dark?

[namod]

[His gaze grows somewhat stern, though his grasp remains gentle.]

My Halls are not Dark, Child. I may have the reputation of enjoying shadows and darkness, all that is associated with death, but there is far more than that. I will not show you, for I do not want you in my Halls. They have seen too many of your family already. [HUFF]

Nelyafinwe is particularly vocal about not budging without knowing you are waiting for his Rebirth. Daily demands for updates on your person.

[bythewaves]

But... I thought... we swore... the Everlasting Dark...

[ Maglor stammers and then stills ]

Nelyo is? [ Such a tiny spark of hope ]

[namod]

You did. I have since forgiven you. Eru has forgiven you.

[Affection shines in his gaze and the smile is hopefully less frightening this time.]

He has much to say, and I have not the right to tell you for him. Only that he wishes dearly to see you himself.

[bythewaves]

Eru has...?

[ Tiny tiny flame, sparking ever brighter ]

But I thought... you said... forever.

[ Softly ]

Nelyo's... alright. He's safe. Oh...

[namod]

I did. But even I have the right to change my mind. And Father loves all his Children. He has seen what you have been doing with yourself all these years.

[Namo gives skilled fingers a gentle squeeze.]

He will be much better once he has you with him, safe. Some healing can only be done in special circumstances.

[bythewaves]

[ His face falls ]

But all I've done has turned out wrong.

[ He looks away ]

People I love always go away. It's better if I'm not there.

[namod]

Not all. The twins you raised, Elrond and Elros, they grew strong and bright with your guidance. They only went away because you sent them.

[He frowns and tugs on Maglor's hands.]

Do not turn this chance aside. Your family is not better with you missing, they are incomplete. They cannot have the chance to fully heal without you with them.

[bythewaves]

They grew strong and bright because I sent them away. [ Maglor objects, blinking at the tug, too uncertain and afraid to pull away ]

But... they'll... only leave again

[namod]

They were strong and bright before you sent them away. [He gently but firmly corrects.]

Why would people who have been hounding my doorstep for centuries leave you again should you deign to grace them with your company?

[bythewaves]

Hounding... ?

[ He blinks, eternally confused ]

You mean you... want them to leave?

[ ISNT DAD SUPPOSED TO BE IN THERE FOR ETERNITY OR SOMETHIGN ]

[namod]

Yes. Hounding. Being utterly obnoxious and noisy. Pining, even.

Maglor, Child...No Child of Our Father is meant to stay in my Halls forever. I want them to be empty, not full of the children of Feanaro, and Feanaro himself.

[bythewaves]

Sorry, they're always noisy. [ It's said reflexively, the older brother eternally apologising for his younger ]

Even... father?