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[castintoflames]

Who: Maedhros & Maglor
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: On the SS Bishop.
When: Not long after Maedhros boards the ship.

He had much to learn where weapons were concerned, however his mind was on other matters. For the hundredth time, he rearranged various items pertaining to security and tried to be patient. But patience had never come to him easily. He was Fëanor's son and...rash.

Far too rash. Narrowing his eyes, he began to pace, grinding his teeth together.

Maglor had welcomed him - with positivity, even. However he knew his brother was very good at hiding his emotions. Maedhros didn't fear a punch or two, but to see his brother's pain -

That was not easily swallowed.

He would not shy from him. His brother deserved an explanation and...his protection and love. If he was willing to accept those conditions again.

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[bythewaves]

Maglor leans into the hand with a content hum.

"With you smiling, how can I not mean it?"

[castintoflames]

His thumb brushed over Maglor's cheekbone, deciding it was too prominent. Too sharp.

"Do you eat regularly, brother? A full stomach will add to your happiness."

[bythewaves]

"....................when I remember?"

That's a no, and Maglor squirms, knowing that Maedhros won't like that answer.

"I... the food here is really terrible!"

[castintoflames]

"That isn't an excuse." Maedhros grabbed onto Maglor's arm firmly, "One meal a day - at least."

[bythewaves]

"Nelyo" he whines a little but nods obediently.

"I will try to remember. I just... became used to skipping meals, I suppose." Because he often had none.

[castintoflames]

His lips thinned and his gaze sharpened. No, he would not be derailed by whining.

"Change your habits or I will feed you myself." embarrassingly and in front of everyone.

[bythewaves]

"Nelyo!" All the sulking.

"I can look after myself!"

[castintoflames]

"Prove it." he nudged their foreheads together, frowning severely.

For a moment. It didn't last.

[bythewaves]

So much sulking. He reaches up to tug on his brother's hair.

"You do not have to feed me, I promise."

[castintoflames]

"That is a relief. The last time I hand-fed you, we were both covered in the meal." Maedhros tilted his head at the tugging, pursing his lips.

[bythewaves]

Maglor pokes him for that.

"I was a child!"

[castintoflames]

"A very sweet Elfling. What happened?" he grinned, tugging on Maglor's hair in return.

[bythewaves]

"I got old and crusty." He retorts immediately and tugs back.

[castintoflames]

"Mm I'm not buying it." he lifted the strands and kissed them, "I think my brother has not changed very much at all."

[bythewaves]

He flushes shyly, pleased.

"Truly? I ... often feel that Makalaure died a long time ago."

[castintoflames]

"No, he is too stubborn. I see his light in your eyes." and what a lovely light it was, "Do not forget him."

[bythewaves]

"I do not remember him, any more." Maglor leans against Maedhros. "Only faint scattered dreams."

[castintoflames]

"Then let me tell you of him." Maedhros cradled the back of Maglor's head, bringing forth precious memories from their youth through song.

[bythewaves]

Maglor leans into the hold and his eyes drift shut to listen.

"You were always such a good brother. I remember how you were the best person to settle me."

[castintoflames]

"Kano is sweet and musically inclined. I used what I knew of you best." Maedhros tilted his head, smile loving, "Atar sang for you first. You were so enthralled."

[bythewaves]

"Actually Amme, did." Maglor corrects, amused. "She used to sing while she was carrying me, I remember."

"But I remember Atar singing me to sleep. I enjoy your songs too though."