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*claps excitedly* oh oh oHHH HAVE A QUICK THING
People pay attention when Caladion stands and walks over to Lindir, a quick exchange of words between the two and Lindir bows, letting Caladion take the stage.
And then he sings, and the remaining chatter in the Hall of Fire dies as the first note hits the air. Caladion sings, songs that are in turn hopeful and forlorn. Bitter and sweet and no less fierce for it. He sings of hunger and choices, or death and defying it. Caladion sings as one come back from the dead and for once those gathered can see the fire of his father’s line burst into life in his eyes.
Caladion sings, and despite it all, each song is almost defiant in it’s own way. Refusal to accept anything less than what they should have, defiant in the face of death and loss and refusing to bow and bend and break. There are songs that are hopeful and songs that are sad and the Eldar in the Hall of Fire felll like they are on the edge of understanding something, of learning what it means to be mortal when the songs stop and Caladion bows and exits the Hall of fire.
More than one person rises to go after him.
(There had been spectres as the peredhel sang, mortals that laughed and danced and mourned and stood in defiance of the natural way of things. There had been a joy to their mortality, one that many Eldar didn’t think that mortals could possess.)
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*claps excitedly* oh oh oHHH HAVE A QUICK THING
People pay attention when Caladion stands and walks over to Lindir, a quick exchange of words between the two and Lindir bows, letting Caladion take the stage.
And then he sings, and the remaining chatter in the Hall of Fire dies as the first note hits the air. Caladion sings, songs that are in turn hopeful and forlorn. Bitter and sweet and no less fierce for it. He sings of hunger and choices, or death and defying it. Caladion sings as one come back from the dead and for once those gathered can see the fire of his father’s line burst into life in his eyes.
Caladion sings, and despite it all, each song is almost defiant in it’s own way. Refusal to accept anything less than what they should have, defiant in the face of death and loss and refusing to bow and bend and break. There are songs that are hopeful and songs that are sad and the Eldar in the Hall of Fire felll like they are on the edge of understanding something, of learning what it means to be mortal when the songs stop and Caladion bows and exits the Hall of fire.
More than one person rises to go after him.
(There had been spectres as the peredhel sang, mortals that laughed and danced and mourned and stood in defiance of the natural way of things. There had been a joy to their mortality, one that many Eldar didn’t think that mortals could possess.)
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