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Day 5 Domino: Let it Snow: Preperations

Early Evening

Due to some of the passengers having strange dreams those on the Voidtrecker Express should be expecting something soon and so it is around dinner time on the evening of the fifth day of Domino that everyone's SCA glows with the colour of the void, a holographic message appears with their next mission.

Those going to the dressing car will find the drawers and wardrobes open. Inside are a variety of warm weather clothes, all in team colours. Thick padded winter jackets, waterproof trousers. Hats, gloves, scarves. Thick boots and also a variety of ice skates. There are waterproof covers for a variety of sizes of bags and even some coils of rope.

It seems they are not arriving until the next morning and so they have time to plan as best they can.

Morning: Day Six

No matter if they stayed up late preparing or went to bed early to get some rest before the mission they will wake up the next morning to the morning announcement. "Good morning passengers. Today is day six of the month of Domino. A moment later the voice speaks again. "Our next stop is world#58291. Drop order: Purple, Blue, Red, Orange. Conditions are adverse and so all passengers must be ready to alite swiftly."

There is time for some final preparation.

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"Tis a mother's place to worry." She smiles at him and tucks the scarf in more securely.

"I would offer to go with Fingon." She sighs. "But it is not my place. Your eldest brother might, I think. I do not think any of us should be alone. And... I think you are right, that your father and Makalaure need me there. I will be careful, and you had best do the same."

He smiles back. "I know. You would not be you if you did not worry." How familiar was that scarf-adjusting gesture, from when he was a little Elf with a gigantic desire for adventures, and the snowy ravine below the city of Tiron was magical and irresistible to him.

"I don't think Fingon would mind your company at all. But I think he'd prefer Maitimo to anyone, so it's best if Maitimo goes with him, and I hope he will. I'm sure that Father and Makalaurë would appreciate your company and your support." And he knows that she is no helpless woman, if it comes to a fight. Any ice monsters should be worried if a sculptor comes at them!

"But Mother, do you have a weapon? If not, you can have my sword. Unfortunately, it's not my own sword; for some reason that one didn't come with me to the VoidTrekker. But I do have a couple of swords and a knife that I picked up on my first mission. They belonged to the goblins we fought, and they are not Elvish steel, but they are perfectly serviceable weapons. Do you want one of these?"

"Yes." She sighs. "I worry for all of you, but..." But Makalaure is fragile in a way that desperately worries his mother, and Maitimo not much better. In contrast, Curufin seems almost healthy.

She smiles and shakes her head.

"I do not. I do not plan to fight, my Atarinke. And besides, it will give your father and brothers something to focus on."

Curufin is aware that Makalaurë is not himself. He probably hasn't been himself since Maedhros died, and maybe even before that, when Celegorm, Caranthir, and Curufin met their end in Menegroth. And Maitimo died an absolutely terrible death, in a state of despair. He too is greatly in need of his mother's love and care.

"All right, if you are not going to fight, just be careful. I want all of us to celebrate in the garden carriage when we return from this mission." And to do that, they all have to return! And not in the luggage car, the way those who die usually do.

Nerdanel cups his cheek fondly, and then checks him over one last time.

"I will be, my dear. But I will have our family beside me, and you will be alone. So you had best not do anything reckless!"

Curufin touches her face with equal fondness and lets her fuss over his clothes and gear.

"You'll have our family, and I'm glad of that. But I won't be alone. I'll have the rest of our Orange Teammates with me." He smiles. "I'm sure they'll stop me if I'm going to do anything stupid."

Curufin's mother raises a disbelieving eyebrow - she sincerely doubts that Curufin would listen to anyone outside his father or older brothers.

"Kindly see to it that you do not! I have only just found you again, my Atarinke. Come back to me."

He might not listen to his father or brothers either! Not if he thought that what he was doing was essential and there was no one else to do it.

"I have no intention of getting myself killed. Already tried that, and it's no fun. I will return to you, my dear Mother. I will not fail you."

"See to it that you do!" She kisses his cheek fondly. "It would break my heart to lose any of you, Atarinke. Again. "

He kisses her cheek in return, and hugs her one more time.

"I will not break your heart again, Mother. And I don't think Father or your two eldest sons are planning on getting themselves killed again either, nor do I think my cousin will. Have faith in us."

"I don't think your father planned it the FIRST time." She points out wryly. "But I will do my best."

He smiles with the same wry humor as she is displaying. "No, I don't suppose Father planned to get killed on the battlefield. Nor did any of the rest of us, not the battlefield nor any other dire situation. Hopefully, we've learned from our mistakes. I think we have."

He gives her yet another smile, this time with adoration. He loves her dearly.

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"I would hope so! Never let it be said that the Noldor cannot learn from their mistakes!"

She kisses his cheek fondly.

"My dear one. How glad I am to see you again."

He smiles. "Many have said it. But it isn't true. We do learn from our mistakes, even if we have to demonstrate this in a world other than our own."

He can't help hugging her again.

"You are dear to me, Mother. I am likewise very glad to see you again. When I left you in Tirion, I was eager to be gone, to dare a new adventure and a new land. But I thought of you often, and missed you terribly, and wondered if you were all right."

"I expect nothing less from you, my clever one." Nerdanel smoothes his hair down and hugs him back.

"I... I survived." She murmurs, thinking back to long empty days filled with rage and weeping and the sharp sword that cut her heart every time one of them died.

"And I shall live up to your expectations," he answers with a smile.

He senses the pain in her heart that is left over from those lonely days, and the pain she must have felt then. It hurts to think of her sorrow. "I know. You are every bit as strong as the rest of us, probably more so. But if I could go back and change everything, I would. I wish I could." His eyes glow with unshed tears.

"Ah my Atarinke... I don't think you would." She says gently. "I don't think you could. You ever followed in your father's footsteps."

"I did. That is true. My father was my hero. But that doesn't mean I didn't have an intimation deep down, that what we were doing was wrong. If only I could have brought that awareness to the surface."

"No point in dwelling on it now."

She says firmly. "Past is past, my Atarinke."

"True," he agreed. "We can't change the past, we can only live in the present."

"Even so." She smiles and gives him one final check before releasing him.

"I will see you soon, Atarinke."

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Good place to end this one?

yes!