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[castintoflames]

Who: Maedhros & Open
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Yes! On Ring World Siourew.
When: The tenth.

(It is uncommon for Maedhros to be surrounded by...anyone, truly. He has an air about him that affords him space without him saying a word. Perhaps his scars are off-putting or his height or perhaps word has spread that he - along with certain members of his family - are skilled, cold killers when threatened.

Regardless, the tall Elf is finding himself in an uncomfortable situation. Many of those vying for his attention are Co’kal and he is wary of offending them even in his confusion.)

Forgive me, but I cannot - (There is excitement that follows his gentle rejection and he tenses, barely avoiding a hand touching his hair.) I do not like to be touched.

(Which isn't entirely true. His family can touch him freely and he feels no anxiety. However strangers are a different story.

A smaller, somewhat daintier Co'kal makes a sound of sympathy and he smiles nervously.)

I am honored to be given your affections. (Maedhros meets the gazes of all around him, paling when he feels tensions heightening.) But I am not worthy of them. I must tell you now that we would not be compatible as mates.

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[castintoflames]

(Maedhros is quick to take the exit Maglor has granted, posture tense.)

You came to my rescue, brother. I shall do anything you ask.

[bythewaves]

[ Gonna use this for blackmail f o r e v e r ]

Fortunately for you, brother mine, I want nothing strenuous! But they have forges here, Nelyo!

[castintoflames]

(Be kind! He cannot help emitting pheromones!)

...do they? (His mood is instantly lifted.) We could make proper weapons and armor! Will you aid me? Or am I to aid you this time?

(A small smile tugs at his lips.)

[bythewaves]

[ Still funny ]

Aye, they do. Mines, too. And that was my thought also - and you were always the better in the forge than I.

[castintoflames]

I was... (He trails off, refusing to look down at his hand.) I will need help.

But there is much we could do! Much we should do. Where would you like to begin?

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor reaches over to brush his hand fondly ]

You will have all the help I can give. And I think we should work on weapons before armor.

[castintoflames]

(His cheeks pink and he gently tugs on Maglor's ear with said hand.)

I agree. Light, sturdy armor will serve best, I think. Heavier pieces will only impede us.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor hums up at him, pleased ]

Mm, and grandfather and Fingon have only borrowed weapons. It will be good to give them something better.

[castintoflames]

I have learned much about weapons. I am fond of swords - we have the most experience with them - but I could make pistols for them too. They are easy to use and they can be fired from a distance.

(Which keeps their family safer. He approves of that.)

[bythewaves]

Do you know how to make guns?

[ Maglor blinks at him ]

They seem very complicated...

[castintoflames]

Yes. (His smile is triumphant.) I have taken apart many and studied them.

The mechanisms are not as complex as they seem. A small explosion is what propels the bullet forward. The gun's chamber shields the wielder from the fire and heat.

[bythewaves]

As curious as ever.

[ Maglor smiles fondly at him ]

Will our normal metals be good enough?

[castintoflames]

I was given knowledge and I wished to expand it. (He shifts bashfully.) Yes! Bronze would fare better than iron, though I could make a mixture.

[bythewaves]

I will follow your lead in this.

[ Maglor hums softly ]

Father's steel recipe?

[castintoflames]

I will test them before they ever come into our family's hands.

(Maedhros blinks and smiles.)

That would be even better. (He rolls up the sleeves of his tunic, tightening his prosthetic by pulling on a thin strap with his teeth.)

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor tsks at him and reaches to help ]

Here Nelyo, you'll damage your teeth, let me...

[castintoflames]

(He snorts but extends his arm anyway.)

My teeth are strong! At least they should be with the diet Finno is feeding me.

[bythewaves]

You'll get fat if you eat everything Fingon feeds you. [ maglor says fondly, carefully tightening the straps ]

I still do not know where he gets all the ingredients - it isn't as if every stop has the right things!

[castintoflames]

I honestly do not think he would complain if I did get fat. (But no. The first son of Fëanor and Nerdanel must be fit. Or...not emaciated.)

That is his secret! Do not ruin it, brother.

[bythewaves]

You won't be able to run as fast if you do.

[ Maglor pokes him and laughs softly ]

But I'm curious, Nelyo! I want to know how he does it!

[castintoflames]

I cannot abide that!

(He opens and closes his prosthetic fingers experimentally, smirking.)

Magic.

[bythewaves]

Then we'll have to watch your diet.

[ Maglor swats him ]

Nelyo!

[castintoflames]

There is little need, Kano. I can only eat half or less of what he makes on a good day.

(Maedhros holds his arms up, laughing.)

Yes?

[bythewaves]

You're teasing.

[ Maglor affects a whine, but his eyes are fond, and he leans against his brother, enjoying the fact that Maedhros is in a good enough place to allow this, even after the recent scare ]

[castintoflames]

It is so easy to tease you! (He drops a kiss on the top of Maglor's head, inhaling the soft scent of his hair. The recent scare was jarring, but everyone came through it and that alone allowed Maedhros to...let go slightly. To relax.

He nudges his brother into the Forge while he draws his hair back into a ponytail. Then he seeks to do the same for Maglor, worried about such long hair near open flame.)