1st Song [video]

[fertilefeet]

[Coming back from Arima, Lúthien has barely left the gardens. It safe and comfortable there. Still, she knows she isn't the only one that's been left disturbed by what Morgoth and Mairon had done, whether they had been given nightmares in the shuttle or their treatment on Arima.

When her communicator begins recording, she remains silent at first. As though she's second-guessing herself or thinking about how to begin. And then she straightens and speaks.]

I know that many of us are still upset [an understatement, she knows] about what has happened. To us and to others at the hands of Morgoth and Mairon. And I know that sleep may be difficult to come by for a time or even avoided.

[She can't help the latter of the two but the first?] I have a gift, one that I can use to put to sleep those who cannot sleep themselves. I would offer this service to any who wish it.

Comments

[nightblogs]

Lúthien. [huh.] That's a pretty name. I like it.

I'm Hyperion.

[fertilefeet]

I am glad. It means 'Daughter of Flowers.'

[Which is perfect for her.]

Well met, Hyperion.

[nightblogs]

Oh, uh. Mine's after a god. Means 'High One' or whatever.

[which makes sense because he's always high

BADUM TSH]

You too.

[fertilefeet]

It is a good meaning.

[Don't teach her about that stuff, okay?

Elves would be all over you man.]

[nightblogs]

Yeah, I guess. It's the name of some Greek god.

[fertilefeet]

[Tilting her head.] Greek?

[nightblogs]

Yeah. Greece is a country in my world. It's supposed to have this really ancient culture and all. They used to worship all kinds of gods.

[fertilefeet]

Perhaps you might one day tell me more of it.

[Sort of a request but not... entirely.]

[nightblogs]

Sure! I mean, I'm no nerd, but I think we got a library here. Gotta be some kinda info about it there.

[fertilefeet]

I have not given much thought to the library here.

[nightblogs]

Yeah, me neither. I gotta be honest with ya - reading's not my thing. Unless I need to work on a spell or whatever, I guess.

[fertilefeet]

I enjoy reading at times, depending on the subject. [Like the songs Daeron would write for her.]

A spell?

[nightblogs]

What - don't tell me you can do magic but you don't know what a spell is.

[fertilefeet]

We may call it something different. Enchantment, Arts.

[nightblogs]

Oh. Yeah, that works. Enchantment 'n arts. Except enchantment might be the right word for it.

[fertilefeet]

What would reading do for your enchantments then?

[She's actually curious now.]

[nightblogs]

Y'know. Some of them are real complex. You gotta know the right words, the right ingredients to use, the right drawings to make. Stuff like that. Books usually have the references you need.

[fertilefeet]

[That... is the strangest thing she ever heard.]

You need all of that? How could you-

[Baffled.] That is a very strange method.

[nightblogs]

There's a reason not everybody can do it.

[fertilefeet]

We do not need so much where I am from. It seems almost a burden to need so much.

[nightblogs]

What do you need, then?

[fertilefeet]

Only myself. My power lies within me and I simply... use it. In times I use it with song and others I do not.

[nightblogs]

So, what... you want some coffee and make it happen like that?

[fertilefeet]

It does not work so, I have gifts but I cannot make something out of nothing.

[Sort of. She's a special snowflake okay?]

[nightblogs]

Oh, I get it. You have to have like, water first, then you turn it into coffee. Right?