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Loki is not technically banished. This is just - giving her mother space. To think. About what to do with her wayward child. She will be called back in a few years for a more permanent decision. Midgard's nice enough, anyway, and Sigyn's coming along.
The Bifrost lights up in all its colors and -
- this might be Midgard, but it is not a part of Midgard she ever saw and not the place she was expecting to be dropped, and there is no Sigyn with her.
She holds Lævateinn ready as a glaive. Maybe her mother feared her sorcery and thought she'd best be sent somewhere deadly under the impression she was meant to survive the trip -
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purposeful_glory
"Do a couple more dramatic displays of your abilities like the one last fight, and lots of people would be interested. They won't go unless Father indicates he approves, and getting my father and Fëanor to approve the same thing is generally considered difficult. Not difficult like crossing-the-ice, difficult like crossing-the-ice-blind-five-times-in-three-days.
And I'm really not sure that if you put us and them in the same place with swords you won't just get, uh, violence."
And I'm really not sure that if you put us and them in the same place with swords you won't just get, uh, violence."
purposeful_glory
"So," Loki says, "it might not work. I would start with a small group, easy to break up a fight if one broke out, add more over time - I'm only one person, it would make sense to have a few tiers anyway and the more advanced teaching the less."
She nods. "It does have a significant upside. We're going to eventually need to take the Enemy down, and if we'd known what we were doing, could have broken up the fighting without killing people..."
purposeful_glory
Nod, nod. "Fëanor's people intend to hold something of a siege of Angband for the next three centuries and try to kill the Enemy in that time frame. I should have teleportation that will go between realms by then, and can probably find reinforcements or at least useful supplies that way."
"You sure Maitimo's dead? That's much more ...together than I'd expect Fëanor to be. His time frame for this war has always been "we show up and challenge Melkor to a fight."
purposeful_glory
"I'm not sure. They're not sure either. They hope he is dead, and I couldn't see well enough in Angband without giving myself away to think I might have learned either way."
"It's more that you're seeing my cousins at much greater than usual levels of foresight and planning, despite the only one of them known for it being out of the picture. I'd be hopeful that Fëanor's grief made him more reflective, but grief's never done that to him before."
purposeful_glory
"If I ever really need to distract Fëanor I suppose I can tell him that there are thousands of languages throughout the realms and while I can only use my translation magic to speak so that those who are near me will understand, I can write for an arbitrary audience."
"It used to be very possible to get things done with Fëanor just by working hard to keep up with Fëanor's work, asking him questions about it, proposing expansions, that sort of thing. He took the King's death very hard. The King was in Fëanor's home, Melkor destroyed everything in Fëanor's home, workshop and library after killing the King, which was quite a loss, and the King was only there and alone that day in the first place because Fëanor'd been obliged by the Valar to attend a reconciliation hearing.
Mind, they'd both have been dead if they'd both been home. But I don't think he got that. And he went from unreliable and frustrating and obsessive but about intellectual things, to dangerous, polemical, and utterly single-minded. It was - really scary. If that happens again, I don't know what we'd do."
Mind, they'd both have been dead if they'd both been home. But I don't think he got that. And he went from unreliable and frustrating and obsessive but about intellectual things, to dangerous, polemical, and utterly single-minded. It was - really scary. If that happens again, I don't know what we'd do."
"I thought we'd been pretty clear about why we're worried by him. Was that not clear?"
purposeful_glory
"No, it was. That doesn't mean further details have no power to concern me."
She laughs. She sends a memory. It's of some great white space, very very dark, crowded with people holding torches. Fëanor is speaking. "Fair shall the end be,” he cries, "though long and hard shall be the road! Say farewell to bondage! But say farewell also to ease! Say farewell to the weak! Say farewell to your treasures! More still shall we make. Journey light: but bring with you your swords!"
"No, he's not. It was a beautiful speech. Very moving. If you've ever seen a hundred thousand people stirred to war in an hour, though - it's scary. And -" another flash of memory - "After Morgoth to the ends of the Earth! War shall he have and hatred undying. But when we have conquered and have regained the Silmarils, then we and we alone shall be lords of the unsullied Light, and masters of the bliss and beauty of Arda. No other race shall oust us!”
purposeful_glory
"Well, that's worrying. Other races might want to lord it over some light and master some bliss and beauty too."
"Yes, seems possible.
I'm not saying you shouldn't teach them to fight. I'm just saying if you've seen Fëanor the way he is normally, you have not seen him when he's cornered or hurt. And when he is, what he does is -"
"Come away!" he shouts, in her memories, and people stamp their feet, and the torches bob in the air. "Let the cowards keep this city!”
I'm not saying you shouldn't teach them to fight. I'm just saying if you've seen Fëanor the way he is normally, you have not seen him when he's cornered or hurt. And when he is, what he does is -"
"Come away!" he shouts, in her memories, and people stamp their feet, and the torches bob in the air. "Let the cowards keep this city!”
She's still lost in thought. "Anyway. Sorry. You got our stuff back from them and I didn't think that was even possible. I just don't want you to start thinking you can manage him, because he usually reserves his really trying for things that don't matter and you're going to get hurt the first time you two are at odds and he starts really trying."
purposeful_glory
"I will make fewer flippant remarks about distracting him with Midgardian languages."
"Whatever you decide about any of that, I'll owe you one if you arrange a situation in which I can punch Tyelcormo."
purposeful_glory
"Why do you and he want to punch each other in particular so badly?"
"We were best friends. Growing up, and when we were older, and even when our respective idiot fathers started forging and carrying weapons because they'd heard the other one was doing it. We'd travel the whole continent together. We both hated the city. No talent for any of the things we were supposed to be. Women don't ride with Oromë, usually - guess it's a little like magic in your world - and I never even mentioned to him that I'd want to, but apparently he needled for two hundred years straight, until Oromë said what's the harm. We owe each other our lives a couple times over - uh, we liked hunting dinosaurs, which is about as extreme a sport as you can get in Valinor.
I'm not Findekáno. I knew he'd choose his father, and I knew he'd sell us out, and neither of us were ever under the illusion that there were any promises there. He's never going to apologize and even if I'm okay, being friends on terms like those, it wouldn't be fair to my family. But getting the chance to, uh, work on something together again, without it having to mean that I've forgiven him -"
I'm not Findekáno. I knew he'd choose his father, and I knew he'd sell us out, and neither of us were ever under the illusion that there were any promises there. He's never going to apologize and even if I'm okay, being friends on terms like those, it wouldn't be fair to my family. But getting the chance to, uh, work on something together again, without it having to mean that I've forgiven him -"
"The first time I punched him he took my hand and rearranged my fingers and then told me to do it again. I was pissed with him and I asked Findekáno and I practiced constantly and the second time I punched him he tried, really hard, to pretend it hadn't hurt.
He's never once admitted that I'm a better shot than him - well, not when sober - but he's also never ever said, even when I was a kid and he was teaching me, that I'm a remarkably good shot for a girl, or for a Nolofinwean, or for anything at all other than an archer.
And he left us to die and it'd be very satisfying to smack him around for it."
He's never once admitted that I'm a better shot than him - well, not when sober - but he's also never ever said, even when I was a kid and he was teaching me, that I'm a remarkably good shot for a girl, or for a Nolofinwean, or for anything at all other than an archer.
And he left us to die and it'd be very satisfying to smack him around for it."