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[Alot of static, the video keeps filtering in and out with broken voice patterns. The few glimpses of video that manage to get through show a very worn, very distraught Yukari.]

Cele--------chan, are y-- -----. I can't r--ch Cu----n. Pl--se, if you c-- an-w--, let me ---- y-- both ar- ------t.

.... An- p----- te-l Cu--fin I ---- ---, I-

[The video feed cuts out and goes black.]

Celebrimbor. One of my greaves is in need of repair. Will you assist me?

[Yukari can't bring himself to show his face right now. But he feels like he needs to confess this to Celebrimbor. Maybe because Curufin wouldn't yell at him for it; maybe he's hoping the younger Elf will yell at him, then.

He's still afraid of the outcome. What if Celebrimbor deems him unworthy of Curufin? He doesn't want Celebrimbor to view him as an enemy. But his guilt is overwhelming. And it's just enough for him to go through with this, despite the fear in his chest.]

Celebrimbor-chan....

I've broken my promise to you. I hurt Curufin.

[It was a pain caused a few months ago. But to Yukari, knowing he hurt Curufin, it felt as fresh as that day.]

[Yukari went to the forge after finishing his conversation with Maglor, doing so rather unannounced. But he figured if he had called ahead, he would have lost any resolve he found to come here.

He pauses outside of the door, takes a deep breath as he runs his fingers over the sapphire in his hand, and knocks.]

Is anyone here?

[ On 4/4, Curufin went to attend Margaery Tyrell's resurrection at Hope's temple, and now he's back at home. He made a promise and is now trying to arrange for its fulfillment. ]

Tyelpe? I've asked Maglor if he could arrange for the family go to Margaery's Sewing Shop and ward the place. So that if Caedra still has malice towards our friend, she never gets into Margaery's shop again? And Margaery might need her apartment protected, too, but I guess she needs to ask her roommate if that's okay first. I'd take care of it all myself, but I'm afraid I'm not going to be hammering out any iron bars for portcullises anytime soon. Nor do I have the energy to be investing iron with spells at the moment, nor devising clever deadfalls in unexpected places.

And I am leaving messages for the rest of the family. Thanks, my dear son!

Edited 2018-04-19 08:08 (UTC)

Tyelpe?

I'm on North Island and I'm building a boat. I haven't heard from you and wondered if you were all right?

Tyelpe, would you be interested in working on a carpentry project? We need to build a pier on each island in order to dock the boats. There will be others involved. It will take us a week or two to be ready to start construction. What do you think?

Edited 2018-07-02 23:54 (UTC)

My dear Celebrimbor, I know that you are gone and cannot receive this transmission now.

And yet I cannot help but think that somehow this message may reach you through that strange and indefinable rapport that we have always had. Two spirits could scarcely be closer than ours, father and son, the direct spiritual heirs of Míriel and Fëanor. But it is more than that. We were close from the moment your mother first laid you in my arms and you and I looked into one another's eyes and each recognized the other. This kinship runs deeper than the soul. Because of this profound connection, I know that you still exist, that you have not gone into oblivion. And so perhaps your spirit can still receive my love and know that I will never forget you nor cease to hope that we may be reunited, though we know not the time nor the place.

I dreamed that I saw you in a vast, inchoate, cloudy dark passageway that stretched away into infinity, far beyond my capacity to perceive or understand its destination or ending. I reached out to you and called your name, and you turned and saw me, and your eyes lit with silver. You were surrounded by a dazzling white light, and it shone in your gaze for that moment, and then you were gone.

Wherever you may fare, take my love with you, and let it give you strength and courage, let it be added to the strength and courage that are already yours by nature. Farewell, my son. Fare very well. I love you, always.

[ He does not want to speak out of grief, though his sorrow is intense and unrelenting. If Cel can in any sense hear him, he wants this to be a message of hope. And even if they should never meet again, his wish for Cel is that he choose his own destiny and set out on his journey with confidence, so that he may find a way to shed his innate light on whatever world he harbors in, and on whomever he finds to love and to be loved by. ]

Edited 2018-08-17 09:44 (UTC)

[ Curufin walks North Island one night when the wind is soft and the waves splash the shore not far from the forge shack. Never again will he and his son fire up the furnace and hammer away at their projects together, at least not in this world. Curufin thinks of Sansa leaving tokens of love and sorrow for those she misses, and he decides to leave a remembrance for Celebrimbor. Only it is not a physical object, it is the finished version of the song that he began to compose when Cel departed from Hadriel. He unslings his harp, sits on the edge of one of the cliffs, plays a sparkling intro, and sings softly. Let the wind bear this song across the murmuring waves, across the Dark between the worlds, let it reach the one he loves, his only son! ]

Curufin's Elegy for Celebrimbor
(Sung to the traditional Irish tune, "Dark Iniseoghain.")

I think of a place that we loved and defended,
windswept and shadowed, all the year long,
in the harsh endless winters and the brief lovely summers,
the mountainy glades of the Pass of Aglon.

How well I remember the days of your childhood,
when we hiked the forest, your small hand in mine,
the haunted breeze blowing, your silver eyes glowing
as you listened enchanted to the song of the pines.

Oh, where do we wander when our stories are ended?
Do we bear a light to the darkness beyond?
For there’s little I’d not give to journey beside you,
and share your remembrance of dark Aglon.

I shed my heart's blood in an infamous battle,
and time like a ruinous tide rolled on.
So I was not there when your body was broken,
and you died on the far fields of blood-soaked Hollin.

They say that time flows only one way, and therefore
there can be no returning to a place that is gone.
But my soul tells me surely that one day early
we’ll meet by the green banks of lost Celon.

The winds still will whisper what we knew in silence,
and the tree-shadowed waters will ripple at dawn.
You will walk in that forest, and I’ll walk beside you,
And we’ll bring a new morning to dark Aglon.

{{And here are two artists singing versions of the traditional tune: Siobhan Owen and Mary Dillion, with Déanta.}}

Edited 2018-11-25 10:04 (UTC)

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