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[This particular elf has never before made an announcement over this system. Responded to it, yes. Gone to hunt down whoever has been on it, yes. But never started it himself. Until today.]

If anyone is in need of help sleeping, I am willing to lend my music. This past month has been difficult, especially, and with this most recent of missions, I know some might need a bit extra to find rest.

And if it is not sleep you wish, but a spar, I can provide that as well.

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[The chuckle becomes an actual laugh.]

And I have only told you of some of the words! And only in Quenyan. There's also Sindarin. And various off-shoots and accents.

Then there is the Dwarvish language, the Goblin language....... [HE CAN CONTINUE but he's grinning a bit too much so trails off.

BUT. He sobers up a bit, grin smoothing to a more gentle smile.]

Another party would be good. I will gladly perform for it.

Which one did he create?

[That was a lot of languages.]

After our last run in, I don't care to learn the language of those Goblin things, ever. After learning French and Japanese back home, I thought I was done bothering to learn other languages.

[He smirked.]

But I may need to know what awful things you and your brothers are saying about me.

[He grinned, pleased to hear Maglor would help with the party.]

Excellent. If I had a few people from my world teach you a couple of our holiday songs would you be able to play a few of those?

[He had another song he was planning too, but he could work that out later.]

Tengwar, the written alphabet used by all free peoples on Arda. So, not used by Goblins or Orcs. [His papa is brilliant, okay? And he's proud of the good things Feanor's made and done.

Maglor gives in enough to playfully roll his eyes at his friend.] Nor would I teach you their tongue. Father doesn't know all the languages of the world I still walk back on Arda. [Because Feanor kind of died before meeting those races.

He sniffs at Tony, raising his head up high as if insulted.]

If we were to speak ill of you where you could hear, we would do so in a language you could understand.

...Father on the other hand...

[But he grins juust a little, grey eyes bright.]

All I would need to learn is the sheet music and someone to test my readings on.

[For once, Tony wasn't following this too well.]

Does that mean Quenyan, Sindarin, and Dwarven all shared Tengwar as the written language or is Tengwar both a written and spoken language?

[He snickered a bit at that eye roll and it amused him even further at the display of offense, knowing it was all in jest.]

I might have to tease him now that I know he doesn't know every single language. That's just disgraceful. How can he claim to be so brilliant without knowing them all?

[He'd just admitted that he didn't know more than two besides his native one so clearly he couldn't judge.]

I'll see what I can do about the sheet music. I'd hate for us to purchase something from the train store and it not be a scale you're familiar with.

[Whereas Maglor is enjoying himself immensely!]

Tengwar is written only, and is used by the elves, men, and hobbits. Dwarves have their own runic alphabet.

[Tony is a rare sanctuary where Maglor can relax and just...be. Closer to the elf he'd once been. Playful. Haughty. Proud. The prince he'd once been.]

Ai! You would get me in trouble with my own father?! [He feigns fear at the thought, eyes going wide, and he almost succeeds, perhaps, except his lips are traitorously shaking and those eyes are bright with mirth.]

Hmm...If one of you know the scale and could draw it for me, I could say if I know it or not. Else, someone to teach me the songs will do well enough.

[That was fascinating and such a foreign concept. It was similar if everyone on Earth spoke their own language and then use a binary code like of a computer script to communicate with those outside their society. He could see the advantages of having some kind of universal language that didn't have the nationalism of just one country like Earth did with English. There seemed like there would be problems with that system as well.]

And Feanor design the whole written language?

[He was quite impressed.

He loved it when he got to see Maglor like this! It was fun and he didn't get to see it often enough. It was easy to see how this family was royalty.]

I've warned you before. I am an ass.

[About the musical skills, he nodded, pleased with that answer.]

Agreed, but the next time we get a survey from this damn train asking if we want games, music, or movies, I require that you back me up on the music vote. It's the only way I'll help you with this.

[Which was an utterly ridiculous statement given that he was the one asking for assistance originally!]

The letters, more than language itself. I believe he was inspired by another, but that earlier lettering has long been dismissed.

[Even his family gets to see this side of him rarely. Too much history and painful memories lie between them. But Tony? Tony is precious.

Maglor grins.] Being an ass is only one of the many things you are, my friend. [Elf-sassed again? Oh my~

He nudges Tony lightly.] Music will always have my vote in such surveys. [Because bard. He lives/eats/breathes music!]

Next time I see him, I'll ask if he can write the letters down for me. I'd love to see them.

[A quick pause.]

Wait.. are you sure there's something older than your father? I don't think my mind can fathom that. You've mentioned he was a child of someone, but really.. that's just a myth, right?

[He couldn't stop making fun of his friends even when they weren't present. He laughed again at the reply.]

See, this is why I think you're the smartest one.

[He might live/eat/breathe music but his mouth keeps getting stuffed with bread and cake by his friends.]

Thanks again for looking out for Ignis. I greatly appreciate it.

That would be best. His hand is better than mine. [A, because Feanor, and B, because Maglor's kind of screwed his hands up to some degree. The glove Tony'd made helps in terms of gripping things, but when it comes to writing...Only Maedhros is worse at it of the four elves present.

And Maglor chuckles again.] Grandfather Finwe is one of the Unbegotten. One of the first elves to wake in the beginning, rather than born.

[He tilts his head as if thinking.] Grandfather Mahten might be younger. Though Cirdan might be older- he's bothered to grow a beard, and we usually can't until we've reached a certain age. [The tone he uses is one that could be serious, could be teasing, or even helpful.

But then he's grinning again and dips a playful little bow.]

Well...I am the only member of my family East of the Sea that lived. If that makes me the smartest, so be it. [No, Maglor, it just makes you the most miserable.

He sobers up though and inclines his head.]

I was glad to do it.

[ooc: I'm sorry! I lost this thread.]

[He was highly amused by this new lesson on who's who in the Fëanorions family.]

I don't even know which part of that to make fun of first. The beard, the age, the word 'unbegotten'... really, it's all just too rich and all likely to get your father to slug me again.

[Why is it the smartest people were always the most miserable?]

Ahh, so even more reason to dub yourself intellectually superior. It isn't fair, is it? That you should get all the brains and beauty in the family.

[He gives Maglor a wink at that.]

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