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IC Hearts Meme!
Credit to Lucy for the HTML!
HEART MEME HOW-TO
❤ Comment with your characters!
❤ Others comment ICly (or OOCly, idc) with the relevant hearts!
❤ Discuss ICly if you want! Or OOCly, again idc.
❤ Also, if you think another heart is needed, make it up! You can get color codes here!
❤ Have fun!


HEART MEME HOW-TO
❤ Comment with your characters!
❤ Others comment ICly (or OOCly, idc) with the relevant hearts!
❤ Discuss ICly if you want! Or OOCly, again idc.
❤ Also, if you think another heart is needed, make it up! You can get color codes here!
❤ Have fun!

"I would kill for you" | "I love you or could fall in love with you" | "You're my family" |
"I would date you" | "I would kiss you" | "I would hug you or hold your hand" |
"I respect you" | "I would rescue you or fight by your side" | "You are my friend" |
"I would spend time, have fun, or be friends with you" | "I would like to get to know you better" | "You amuse me" |
"You confuse me or I'm confused about you" | "You frighten or unsettle me" | "You frustrate or annoy me" |
"I would use/manipulate you" | "I would physically or emotionally hurt you" | "I would kill you" |

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His King? (She blushes and then pales.) He said it was light and easy to wield. I will treat it with care.
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We...had only but newly arrived in Middle-earth. We were heartsick and weary, and grieving the loss of our grandfather, and then also our youngest brother. Father... was fey, and wild and terrible. Grief for his father, guilt for the death of his son, rage for the theft of his greatest treasures... the Enemy sent orcs against us. He thought to catch us by surprise.
He was the one surprised.
We turned against them, an enemy we had no guilt or hesitation in fighting, and slew them, and ahead of us always went father, fey and bright and aweful to look upon, the flame of his spirit burning hot. Morgoth taunted us, always just out of reach, and father... drove against him so viciously that the enemy parted before him, and we were separated. Surprised, and, perhaps, frightened, Morgoth retreated, sending his most terrible servants, the Balrogs, demons of flame and terror against him. They caught him, and even the Spirit of Fire could not stand against them, and they struck him down again and again. We got there just in time to drive them off, but... the wounds were mortal.
Father... laughed. Crazed and dying, he bade us swear to him that we would avenge his death and fulfil our Oath. We swore. And then he looked towards the doors and walls of our Enemy's stronghold and cursed him. And in the instant of his death, so hot was his spirit that his body crumbled to ash in our hands...
[ He shakes his head ] No burial for Feanor, no hero's death. Only fire, which was, I suppose, fitting.
[ He smiles quietly at her, old and tired ] It is a good blade, and it was forged by some of the greatest of the Noldor smiths. It will serve you well.
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He was suffering. Death may have been a mercy for him if his mind and body had driven him mad. (The stories of King Aerys come to mind and she tilts her head.) There was a King who ruled the Seven Kingdoms before King Robert. He was mad, they say. I heard stories of him burning people alive for no other reason except his desire to see it done.
He was also known for cutting out people's tongues. (With hot pinchers no less.) I think death was the only relief for him. The fire already burned in his heart and head.
(Her hand rises and she cradles one of his cheeks.)
But such a sight was not for his children to see. You shouldn't have seen it either.
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[ You were always drawn to the sea murmur Caranthir in his ears ]
He sounds a terrible Man. [ Maglor breathes softly ] Father was mad, and terrible, but he was cruel only to his younger half-brother, and then only, I think, because they were too alike for liking - it was love, or hate, for those two, and my father could not bring himself to love the firstborn of the nis who took my grandmother's place.
[ He startles at the hand, and his eyes are gentle as he smiles at her ]
Still so gentle, little hawk. I think you will fly very high indeed.
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(Winterfell is far from the sea, but there are bodies of water near the castle and sometimes children stray...
Then there is King's Landing where so many men drowned in the Blackwater.)
I think he was sick. (Aerys always struck her as ill. Not quite like Joffrey who clearly saw what he did and still did it.) Blaming a child for such a thing isn't fair. He let his jealousy blind him, perhaps?
I... (Jon Snow.) My mother never treated my bastard half-brother well. I followed her lead. I wish I had been kinder.
(You only get one family. She blushes and her gaze drops.)
It's not hard for me to see something of Cano in you, Lord Maglor.
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It is not. But my father was ever stubborn. I think he did love my uncle, in his own way, but it was a cruel and harsh love, despite all of Nolofinwe's efforts to the contrary, nothing of the kindness I know him to be capable of, nor even the vaguely affectionate indifference he showed my youngest uncle. They were two sparks of the same flame, and could not help but clash. Jealousy... yes, but more, I think, he could not forgive Indis for taking his mother's place.
[ He smiles at her fondly ]
We cannot change the past. If you wish you had been kinder to him now, you do well in extending that kindness to others now. Cano died a long time ago, lady - but Maglor thanks you in his place.
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(Her brow furrows and she can only nod slowly.) Pride can often act as a barrier to the truth. If their father had noticed, he may have been the only one capable of putting an end to it.
(It's the sort of thing her father would have done.
The burning sensation increases and a few tears escape her guard.)
Please don't say he's dead.
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Grandfather... [ He sighs softly ] I love him, and I miss him, but not a day goes by that I do not curse Grandfather's tendency to shower all his love and affection on his firstborn and see not the pain it caused the other half of his family.
[ He reaches up to brush the tears from her eyes ]
Ah, little hawk. I wish I could offer you more comfort. But the child I was died a long, long, time ago. There is only his empty shell left, now.