(Video - Evening)

[castintoflames]

(He doesn't like showing his face, but it feels wrong to hide himself. A voice can be charming; a voice can draw you to do horrible things. Maedhros wants to be genuine in exchange for the kindness he has received. As a result, his scarred features are visible through the transmission - one of his eyes an eerie grey while the other is a fierce blue.)

I have not introduced myself to all. My name is Maedhros Fëanorian and to those of you who have been kind to my brothers - Maglor and Curufin - and to my father - Fëanor - I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

(He is a prince and he was once a king, yet he has been humbled and so he bows to any watching.)

I ask but one request: fine tales. Tell me of your lives. Everyone is so unique and, in my opinion, that makes our fellowship something to celebrate. What say you?

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[runs_on_batteries]

[It was as good of a word as any. He enjoyed them all but he didn't think they needed anything added to their collective ego- arrogant man to another. Either way, he was smiling quite fondly at the elf, so whether it was the right word or not doesn't seem to matter too much.

That answer wasn't what he'd expected though.]

What do you mean? You and your brother were owning that battlefield before I left.

[castintoflames]

(Battle is as easy as breathing for them now. He thinks he could be half-asleep and still able to cut down a hoard. The goblins hadn't been the problem.)

It was...the blast. When the field turned to fire, I was reminded of...another time.

(And he had been violently ill, unable to speak, unable to do anything other than flee.)

Fire makes me uneasy, but a blast of that sort... (He shudders.)

[runs_on_batteries]

[Feanor hadn't gone into details about what had happened to Maedhros, but it didn't take a genius to guess what was haunting him originated. They both knew violent deaths and were plagued by them, so since this was video, it wouldn't be hard to see the empathy of one broken man to one broken elf.

For a moment, though, he didn't know what to say to that.]

I'm glad your brother was there to help even if I couldn't be.

[A brief pause.]

I have a bottle of scotch if you ever need some.

[It was the best he knew to offer.]

[castintoflames]

(His death is but one part of it. The torture he endured at the hands of Morgoth was perhaps worse. At least it had lasted much longer and those foul creations of his had used fire on him.

Maedhros can't meet Tony's gaze, ashamed and disturbed.)

I don't know what you would do. There was little he could do except direct me.

(He can guess that the offer is for alcohol and he smiles regretfully.)

It would be wasted on me.

[runs_on_batteries]

[He nodded at that.]

I don't know either, just that I would've liked to do something.

[His eyebrows rose in surprise about the alcohol.]

Coffee perhaps then? I have a still your father made for me. If there's a different liquor you would prefer, I can try to make it for you. I'm currently debating between gin and vodka.

[castintoflames]

You have a good heart and if you use that to aid others, I am pleased.

(His lips quirk. Of course. Alcohol may not have much of an effect on Elves, but they can still enjoy it.)

I have never had either. Arda has wine, beer, mead and perhaps some home brews, but that is all.

[runs_on_batteries]

[Tony smirked at Maedhros' compliment, trying to take it well but squirming internally. He wanted to point out all the reasons he wasn't who they were saying he was, but his pride prevented him from it.]

I had some ale before you arrived, but unfortunately it has all been consumed- not just me, before you ask. I had a party that a number of passengers attended.- Anyway. If you or someone in your family would be interested, I could try my hand at something more Elf-friendly?