tiny baby elf, come getcher tiny baby elf

[bythewaves]

⌛ Who: Maglor & whoever
⌛ What: De-Aging Curse! De-Aging Curse!
⌛ When: some random time through October
⌛ Where: all over I guess???
⌛ Warnings: Teeth rottingly cute baby elf who doubles as a fire siren

A: Tiny Baby is Actually Fire Siren

There's a hiccuping sob, and then a wail. The longer ignored, the louder it gets, until the very windows are trembling in their panes. The source? There's a tiny child sitting on the ground, swimming in robes that are... gosh, those look a lot like Maglor's, don't they?

B: Baby Elf Is Curious

"'Scuse me." A little voice pipes up curiously, from somewhere down around people's feet. "What doing?"

There's a little child, perhaps no more than three or four, although he speaks very well for his apparent age, blinking up with silver-lit eyes.

C: Baby Elf is already musical, his parents thought it was cute. At First.

It's the very earliest part of the morning, when the sun is only just a suggestion on the horizon, when birdsong comes through the window. Very loud, very close birdsong. Strange, there's no birds that sound like that? The sound, the longer one listens, is actually closer to someone... singing...? Ah... that's because there's a tiny little child sitting in the tree, having a duet with the birds.

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[bythewaves]

(It's okay Baiyi, he drove his parents up the wall with this behaviour too)

"Kano likes aaaaaaaaaaaaall the songs!" He says seriously. "But Kano's favourite is Amme's lullaby! Atto wrotes it for her!"

He promptly opens his mouth and... what comes out is ridiculously good for a kid.

"You and me--we know that land
And often have been there
In the long old days, old nursery days,
A dark child and a fair.
Was it down the paths of firelight dreams
In winter cold and white,
Or in the blue-spun twilit hours
Of little early tucked-up beds
In drowsy summer night,
That You and I got lost in Sleep
And met each other there--
Your dark hair on your white nightgown,
And mine was tangled fair?"

((ooc: You and Me/The Little House of Lost Play: Mar Vanwa Tyaliéva by JRR Tolkien))

[yeoldmonster]

Baiyi barely gets his comb started when his hands still again. The voice he hears is amazingly beautiful. If it weren't for the cherub-like innocent pitch, he wouldn't have been able to believe it was coming from a child!

Kano is near the end of the song before he can bring his hands to move. He's very gentle as he strokes the comb through baby elf threads.

"Is there another?"

[bythewaves]

He beams up at him but keeps obediently still under his comb.

"Kano knows lots! Um um um... this one Kano's music teacher taught him this one! It's for dancing!

O the hoot! O the hoot!
How he trillups on his flute!
O the hoot of Tinfang Warble!
Dancing all alone,
Hopping on a stone,
Flitting like a fawn,
In the twilight on the lawn,
And his name is Tinfang Warble!
The first star has shown
And its lamp is blown
to a flame of flickering blue.
He pipes not to me,
He pipes not to thee,
He whistles for none of you.
His music is his own,
The tunes of Tinfang Warble! "

((ooc: Tinfang Warble by JRR Tolkien ))