Salgant of the Harp

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Talk about Ecthelion!

“Oh, Ecthelion. Where to begin! I would never want to say anything unflattering about a peer, you know, so I cannot in truth tell you much. He is a passable flautist, of course, and one can’t fault his courage. His House is a pillar of the city, though I am never quite sure what he himself has to do with that.”

In Alqualonde, a former Lord.

Salgant, far from being a Lord in Valinor, has been reimbodied into much the same life that he had left behind: that of a humble fishmonger in Alqualonde. He has no shame about being a fisherman, the rough hands and coarser clothing - how could he? He lives in the north with his family again, and that is a great gift. Though part of him wanted to see his fellow Lords or Turgon again, a much stronger part of him can’t stand the thought. Maybe those rumors of cowardice aren’t too far from the mark after all.

None of that will sell fish, though, and Salgant spends most of his time in Alqualonde hawking his family’s catch. “Fresh fish from the north!” he calls. “Halibut and king-of-crab; you’ve never seen the like!”

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In Gondolin, a homecoming!

Rumor runs faster than anything else in Gondolin, and Salgant hears more of it than some. It takes no rumormonger, though, to hear that Aredhel and her son - a son! That must be an exaggeration - have returned to Gondolin. His first thought is to welcome her home and meet her companion, but Salgant travels nowhere quickly, and his own custom necessitates that he put together a welcoming gift. Salgant opts for food and wine, something that he thinks was one of Aredhel’s favorites.

Between the gifts and saddling his horse, he is later than he likes in seeking out the pair. Still, where would they go but Aredhel’s home, after what must have been a long journey?

“It was my pleasure!” Arradil chirped at him, and bobbed another of her fast little bows in return, since that seemed to be appropriate. She was so glad that he knew. Sometimes she overdid things. “Please do feel free to come back and see this fountain running, I promise it usually is!”

“It seems that you also had certain other matters to hand,” Salgant said diplomatically, offering no comment either way. Yes, of course she should have tried, but then, he had no idea of her true circumstances or how difficult they would have been. Let someone else reprimand her, if need be.

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“I will be sure to do so,” Maeglin said. “I intend to explore the city fully…though my mother says we may have many meetings to attend to at court over the next few days.” Smiling was starting to feel a bit more comfortable. “I hope our paths cross again.”

Aredhel nodded. “Salgant,” she said. “There will come a time when the tales of my time away from Gondolin will be told in full, but for now…thank you for your understanding. Your kindness is very much appreciated.”

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“I hope so too!” Arradil bobbed yet one more bow, just for good measure. She would have to put less effort into avoiding court if someone interested in fountaincraft were going to be there. She could help prevent him from being bored!

“It’s my pleasure and privilege to give you a bit of comfort before the onrushing storm,” Salgant said seriously. “May it be less severe than it seems.”

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1. Do they play an instrument?

Oh buddy. Oh pal. Salgant can play everything they teach at the Alqualonde music academy, and more than a few other things besides. If he can get his hands on it, he’ll want to learn to play it, whether it be Sindarin, Noldorin, or of Men. (Yes, he can even play the flute, though he doesn’t, because he isn’t as good as Ecthelion.) But yeah! He is passable to more than passable on almost anything.

That said, Salgant primarily prefers stringed instruments such as harps, lutes, and instruments in those families. His very favorite is, predictably, the harp, though the lyre comes in a close second, mostly because it’s what he’s named for. Also, he can do a mean fiddle when he’s tipsy.

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“A lot of trouble and at least two Kinslayings,” Salgant responded. “But I suspect that family would have found trouble regardless.” His opinions about Feanorions were not the most charitable.

Arawynn simply nodded. She did not understand how or why the Elves at times fought each other, as if they weren’t of the same people, despite the difference in tribe.

“Maybe some people just attract trouble.”, the redhead mused. She too did, wherever she went, something important always went wrong sooner or later. Though usually, she did not actively caused it.

There was a time Salgant would have agreed with her - but that was at least three Kinslayings ago. He was much more minded of the differences that some had made since then.

“That strikes me as a thought with some experience behind it,” he commented. “Though I don’t disagree!”

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In Gondolin, a homecoming!

Between the gifts and saddling his horse, he is later than he likes in seeking out the pair. Still, where would they go but Aredhel’s home, after what must have been a long journey?

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"I have no wish to make futile gestures of defiance. That will bring back no dead and help no one alive. But I won't go meekly to my death, either." These are bold words for an elf who went to his knees as soon as he could, with visible relief - but maybe that was just from the limp. || @salmaganto

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“How does one not go meekly on their knees and with no argument?” Melkor asked as he leaned back on his throne starting down the blond in interest, “Or do you aim to find a use I might have for you to spare you pathetic life? Tell me what exactly would you offer me for your next breath?”

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Salgant flushed at the barb, but it had been the choice of kneeling or falling on his face, and while the latter might amuse Morgoth, it was not Salgant's own preference. But he would not argue the point with a Power so great as this.

Instead of merely claiming to be a musician, as his first thought led him, Salgant spread his hands as much as he could and sang. He would not presume to put any Power in the song - that seemed like a fast path to death! - but he sang as prettily as he might, under the circumstances. And he sang, moreover, of ice: a song from his youth, begging unstable ice to harden and freeze. All the while he watched for a look or gesture, showing he was to stop.

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Kana groaned. He couldn’t believe that he had made such a simple mistake so as to get a branch stuck through his hand. Embarrassing, really. Hiding it under his cloak, he went quietly through Imladris, aiming to heal it himself before anyone else found out.

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Salgant may neither look nor act it, but he had been a passable hunter in his youth. It did not take even a passable hunter to see the blood droplets on the floors, or to follow them with increasing concern, as they were headed away from the halls of healing.

Finding Maglor at the end of the droplets was certainly a letdown. “Oh. It’s you.” Perhaps the trail went on after him?

Kana glanced back with a pained expression on his face, though whether it was due to the pain or his company it was impossible to tell.

"It's me," His hand was mysteriously hidden under his cloak and his voice was strained as well. He was in no mood to stay and chat.

“I don’t suppose you’ve seen a trail of blood down this hall?” Salgant asked, without much hope. It seemed most likely that the Kinslayer was the source of the blood. Maybe it was his own. “I found some down the way, and I was concerned.”

"Uh-" Kana must have missed it; he was not focused on looking behind him at the moment, "No, no, I haven't," It wasn't a lie, "Do you think someone is hurt?"

"Hopefully," Salgant said dryly. "Otherwise, that's quite a bit of blood that I followed. Still, it's not all bad, since it seems to be yours."

“Yes, I’m sure you have nothing to complain about,” Kana nodded, “I will leave you to your thoughts, then,” He really wanted to get this accursed branch out of his hand.

“I assume it’s not fatal and you don’t need assistance, since you’re walking and mostly coherent?” Salgant asked, just to be sure. “Elrond would regret your death.” For some reason.

“No, not fatal,” But Kana wouldn’t be able to play his harp for a while, that was for certain, “Since you are here, would you mind getting the door for me, please?”

"If I must," Salgant said, unenthusiastically, but he did in fact get the door. This was probably as much as courtesy demanded. Difficult to be sure, when Kinslayers were in question.

“Thank you,” The Noldo smiled, though the pain in it showed how much pain he was actually in, “Do you, by any chance, know how to tend to wounds which have gone through-and-through? In my experience, they have been lethal, though this one will not be, as you will no doubt be upset to know,”

"That does grieve me," Salgant agreed mildly. "I am no expert in wound care, but how fortunate that we live in Imladris, where there are deservedly famous halls of healing! Halls which, I must add, do not lie in this direction."

"Fortunate indeed," Kana nodded, "They are also swarming with healers and there is decidedly no privacy there. Thank you for opening the door for me; I appreciate it,"