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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.

Comments

[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."