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Video; Action for Gym Car; Fiddlesticks Day Two - Afternoon

[Having spoken to a few people over the network now, Drizzt has gotten better about exactly how to use the comm devices in every car, at least to the point that he was able to do a train-wide broadcast, and after taking inventory of what was provided in the gym car, as well as what had been collected by the other passengers who'd donated to the cause, they needed a concerted effort.]

Good afternoon. I am new here, embarking only yesterday, but I want to applaud Tobias Rieper for his efforts in organizing those who would learn the ways of combat and giving them a means by which to learn. I am Drizzt Do'Urden, and if you have a desire to train in hand-to-hand or melee weapons, it would be my honor to teach you.

[To spite his odd coloring, violet eyes and white hair, he also looks to be no older than 16, his pointed ears hidden beneath the hood of the purple hoodie he wears.]

In that, though, we require aid. We have a few weapons here others have collected and have seen fit to donate to the cause, but we have use of craftsmen. I mean not blacksmiths, we have no facilities befitting a forge, but training weapons, tools, shields, these we have a use for.

[He inclines his head.]

You have my thanks.

[And the feed ends.]

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That he laments their doing is to his credit. [His voice held a darkness then, a deep disappointment that bordered on loathing.] That is the great lie if the Drow, as only one rule supercedes all others: don't get caught. It matters little what you do in the dark with no witnesses. It's even encouraged. Our leaders cherish no love of their people. They only live in fear of the knives aimed at their backs.

I digress. If not by his will, why were they committed in his name? [And what were these acts?]

He does now.

[ His wife says sadly ]

It took the death of all we loved, and himself in the bargain to teach him that lesson.

[ she lifts her hand, palm up, and then lets it fall ]

When his father was slain. [ She murmurs, and she is no Makalaure, to write song that draws in the listener to relive it, but she is a mother, and all mothers know how to tell stories ] When the Silmarils, the three jewels he poured so much of himself into were taken. He went mad with grief and rage, who had already been falling, turning away from the nis I wed in our youth into someone I could not recognise. An Oath he swore, that none should take and none could break, in the name of the One Himself, to rage against all who would stand between him and his revenge, until the Silmarils were his again. All our sons swore also, and by that Oath have all their deeds been defined ever since.

In Alqualonde of the Swans they slew our Teleri kinsmen, and stole the ships they loved so well. In Losgar, my Feanaro burnt the boats, forcing his brother Nolofinwe and his host to take the long way around on the Grinding Ice, an insult many have still not forgiven, for the way was very harsh and many died who need not have done. In Doriath, they burnt a kingdom to the ground, and in Sirion they took blade against refugees. All for the Oath they had sworn. And those are the greatest of their sins but not the only, for long and grievous indeed is their tale.

By the end, I don't know if I could have recognised my surviving sons. But of course, Feanaro was long and long dead by then.

[Drizzt was quiet for some time, processing the horrid tale he'd been told, looking away, his eyes distant. He remembered the days of 'study' at the Academy spent with the Tutor of Lore, the lies he'd spouted about the surface elves and their unrelenting violence and evil natures, then to the surface raid he'd joined at the side of his kinsmen, when he'd first beheld the sun and elves at play and knew those lies for what they were.

They went, too, to his father, beholden to for over four centuries to the tenets of a race that contradicted so much of his motivation that he lost much of his will to fight it. He'd aided his family in the murder of other houses and had died still hearing the screams of murdered children in his nightmares.]

And this Feanor here, he condoned the murder of so many innocents in the name of his revenge?

[He shook his head, unable to comprehend it.]

Even if his being was truly tied to these jewels, no bauble is worth that.

Not directly. [ She says sadly ]

But the Oath was his devising, and his was the will that carried out both Alqualonde and Losgar, although he was slain but shortly afterwards. Such an Oath binds the soul, and perhaps if he had been less wrathful, he might not have sworn, but in the swearing did he doom our sons, and through them also our people.

[ Softly ]

Oh, it was never about the Silmarils - or not entirely, although I do not doubt that it was strongly motivated by them. But no one loved a father so truly as Feanaro loved Finwe, and to have not just his treasures stolen but his father slain... it was too much for him.

[He would try to understand, or perhaps it was more accurate to say he would do his best to accept that he couldn't, or wouldn't may have been more accurate. At length, he simply nods, swallowing.]

I'm afraid I don't have enough world experience to understand, but I will do my best to avoid allowing this knowledge to influence my view of him.

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[He would try to understand, or perhaps it was more accurate to say he would do his best to accept that he couldn't, or wouldn't may have been more accurate. At length, he simply nods, swallowing.]

I'm afraid I don't have enough world experience to understand, but I will do my best to avoid allowing this knowledge to influence my view of him.

[ She smiles sadly at him ]

I'm sure he's used to it, by now. He has been dead for many a long year, but his name is now one remembered with loathing, and I know it grieves him. But if you can, it would make him happy - he has found here a community that does not automatically link the name Feanaro to that of grief and hatred, and he has blossomed as I have not seen since we were young and courting, long, long ago.

[He's quiet for a short time more, frowning and there is a sadness there, behind his eyes, that has no place in the gaze of one so young.]

You say this oath bends the soul to its will. I assume that is not allegory and you mean that quite literally?

There are some that say it is but allegory.

[ She says quietly ]

But I saw their faces, that night after they swore, and I know the songs of the boys I raised. No. I think... it is far more literal than any would like.

[She thinks. His heart goes out to this mother who cannot accept that evil dwells in the hearts of all men, that some can be moved to horrible crimes even with the best of intentions.

He still remembers vividly his father trying to kill him only to save him from what he believed would be damnation at the hands of the school he'd be sent to.

He remembers that same rage burning in his father's red eyes when his mother resurrected him to use as a puppet agent of Drizzt's destruction, just as he remembers the pleading in those orbs when his father was able to briefly regain himself as ask Drizzt to end it.

And the ball of ice in his chest when he complied. He swallowed and nodded, offering her a quiet smile.]

I am sure you have the right of it.

[And he lied when he spoke.]

[ Drizzt doesn't know, of course, but Nerdanel sees truer than most, she they call the Wise. Who knows the twists of her sons spirits better than her, after all, who wept as they bound themselves beyond all breaking, who held her boys on the train and can feel how the eldest two are bound still, for all that they should have been free. Curufin might have thrown off his shackles, her clever son leveraging his death against his oath, but for the eldest two, who shed blood again and again and again...

No. The oath has bound itself so close within them that perhaps not even Feanor could root it out, who made it in the first place. ]

Manwe and Varda said they did not hold them to it, and perhaps Manwe speaks for the One. But by the Darkness Inescapable also they swore, and no one speaks for the Void.

[ She says sadly ]

Then they swore foolishly.

[Though he frowns as soon as he's spoken. His intent was not to insult her, or to suggest he knew better than she.]

Forgive me. It is not my place.

No. [ She says sadly ]

You spoke truly. But they were all of them angry and grieving and so very afraid, none more so than my Feanaro, and who can say what one might do, gripped by such emotions? And afterwards... afterwards it was too late.

[In all honesty, there was little to be done for their actions then, now.]

And they are free from this oath there?

I don't know. There is no shadow over Curufin, and Feanaro always burnt so bright who can tell? But my eldest two... ai... the shadows lay deep over them.

[He would keep an eye on these elves, left that shadow grow to destroy them all. When darkness seeped in, who could say?

He nodded.]

Thank you. It could not have been an easy thing to tell.

[ Alas, Drizzt has missed the chance to get to know Maglor and Maedhros, although Nerdanel is happy to tell him All The Stories, if he ever asks ]

It is as it is. [ She sighs ] I have long become accustomed to being known as much for being Feanaro's widow as an artist in my own right.

[He would ask, but the time doesn't seem appropriate.]

Well, I will know Nerdanel the artist. I can assure you of that.

[ She smiles at him in thanks ]

Thank you, my friend!

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