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[marriedanidiot]

 Feanaro! Feanaro, I can't feel them, I can't feel them, our boys are gone! Feanaro, what's happen to Maitimo and Makalaure? Curvo? Atarinke, where are you?

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[marriedanidiot]

I... I don't know, my darling. But they seemed... so tired. They would not tell me...

[so_dark_a_road]

They would not tell you what the cause of their fatigue was?

[ She would have known when Maedhros died and might have had some sense of how both had suffered in their Beleriand years, but she might not have known much of the terrible details of their stories. ]

[marriedanidiot]

[ She shakes her head ]

Not the details, no. Makalaure... his thinking was... disordered...

[so_dark_a_road]

Disordered, how?

[ He feels terrible now because he didn't spend enough time with his brothers while they were here. He wonders if he might have gotten them to talk about what they really felt, and if he might have comforted them. He tried, of course, in what little time they had had together. ]

[marriedanidiot]

He... he thought he was to blame... for bad things happening on the train.

[so_dark_a_road]

What things did he think he was responsible for? [ Oh, dear brother! Maglor had always been one to feel guilty for events he couldn't have prevented. But this? What had happened to his thinking? ]

[marriedanidiot]

[ She shakes her head ]

He feared us being drowned, after the question asked. He... I don't know, Curvo. Your father and I, we spoke to him but... I don't know if it helped.

[so_dark_a_road]

Oh, I see. After the train asked us if we could swim. We were all wondering what that meant, and if we were going to be flung next into an ocean world. And what? -- save some merpeople? But nothing like that has happened, and there's no way of knowing if it was a purposeful or a random question.

Poor Makalaurë! He has such an active imagination -- being a bard, of course he does! -- but it seems that imagination became a source of pain to him in his time on board the train. Not that it never was before that. . . but I had hoped for some kind of healing for him. And for Maitimo.

[marriedanidiot]

I don't know. [ She says, and seems very small and tired ]

We tried, but I do not know how much... we helped.

[so_dark_a_road]

[ His heart is grieved for Nerdanel. She, who was mother to seven troubled sons and has no choice but to feel sorrow for the ones she still must grieve for. Maedrhos and Maglor were here for so little time, and how she must wonder if there was ever anything she could do for them, and still feel the heavy responsibility any parent must feel always -- and not be able to do anything. ]

And still, it matters that we tried. [ He believes this, and he offers it for what little comfort it may bring. ]

[marriedanidiot]

I hope so. [ She whispers softly ]

I hope so.

Wrap?

[so_dark_a_road]

I hope so, too. [ With equal softness. ]

Mother, I will see you as soon as I return to the train.

yus

[marriedanidiot]

Yes. [ She breathes ]

Come home soon, yonya.