(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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[castintoflames]

I do not know of dinosaurs? I am also certain they are Eagles. They have all the hallmarks of predatory birds and that is the name they were given by King Manwë.

[stealsyourheart]

You have eagles the size of small planes [ He squeaks, forgetting that Maedhros cannot be expected to know what a plane is ]

Ohmigod. Your world is either awesome or terrifying.

[castintoflames]

I would say the former rather than the latter. (Except he hasn't had the best experience on Arda. Yet he can appreciate its wonders nonetheless.) What are planes?

[stealsyourheart]

So cool

[ He blinks ]

Eh? Oh, right... fantasy world, pre-industry. Um. Plances are machines that fly - the really big ones can carry hundreds of people.

[castintoflames]

That...

(He blinks several times.)

Men are crafty, it seems. More so than I ever thought.

[stealsyourheart]

Ehehe. I guess? They worked out flight just about 119 years ago. Nowadays, there's everything from hang-gliders to massive jumbojets. We got into space too.

[castintoflames]

Space -

What is it like to fly among the stars? Are they as bright as they seem?

(He has long imagined them as similar to the Silmarils.)

[stealsyourheart]

I dunno - it's a pretty select few who get to go up. The pictures they bring back are pretty awesome though!

[castintoflames]

I believe you. (There are things even Elven eyes can't see.) This is why I wished to ride one of the Eagles. Without planes, I cannot touch the sky any other way.

[stealsyourheart]

Guess that makes sense. Y'know, I reckon we could probably build a hanglider here though, if you wanted to fly. Well. Glide.

[castintoflames]

On the train? (He smirks at the image of them gliding down the corridor.)

[stealsyourheart]

Well. [ He grins ] Maybe not in the train. Not enough airflow, unless we also get an engine. But if we get let out like we did last time?