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[castintoflames]

Who: Maedhros
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Not right off the bat, but that can change in the threads.
When: Early Evening.

(Trimming hair is easier said than done, but the tall Elf has done an...admirable...job? Shhh don't tell him it's uneven in parts. He sets down a pair of scissors and cocks his head, peering at himself in a mirror.)

I must have been...angled...incorrectly. (His left hand doesn't quite smack his face, but it does try to cover it as his ears go red.)

It was getting too long, you see. I became tangled in it every morn and the brushing of it was a painful business.

(Clearly annoyed, he grabs a brush, sets about smoothing it and puts it all in a ponytail. Some of the strands are rebellious, however, and fall out of the ribbon to frame his face. The tickling sensation annoys him more and he tries to tuck them, instead, behind his ears. His mangled ear doesn't make a proper perch for the copper strands and some of them fall right back where they started.)

Aica umbar!

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[castintoflames]

I'm sure he didn't mean that, little one. (Maedhros pats the vuvuzela.)

[bythewaves]

I totally did. [ SULKING ]

[castintoflames]

I think you need a nap. (If you are going to act like a child...)

[bythewaves]

Dun wanna. [ SULKING IS INTENSIFYING

...


but.


there's a gleam in his eyes that says

"Make me" ]

[castintoflames]

Am I going to have to tuck you in? (He places a hand on his hip, expression stern.)

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor tenses, ready to run, eyes sparking playfully ]

You will have to catch me first.

[castintoflames]

Do you need a head start? Your age and fatigue will surely catch up with you. (And he's not alone. The vuvuzela will help him!)

[bythewaves]

[ The vuvuzela can go and sit in the forge fire ]

I am still younger than you!

[castintoflames]

(How cruel!)

Are you? (He smirks mischievously.)

[bythewaves]

[ His brother likes it more, he is feeling possessive ]

I am pretty sure you are the eldest!

[castintoflames]

(No, he just wants someone to play nice! He snickers.)

So I am. Then will you give me the head-start?

[bythewaves]

[ Well, he doesn't feel like it!

Maglor is tense, but the tension is playful, watching his brother with bright eyes ]

Do you need one?

[castintoflames]

I might! I am ancient. (He purses his lips playfully, feigning offense.)

[bythewaves]

So very old. [ Maglor nods solemly ]

I should be kind then!

[castintoflames]

You really should. What if I were to fall and break a hip? (He huffs.)

[bythewaves]

That would be a great tragedy, for I cannot lift you on my own, and would needs call Finno.

[castintoflames]

I can think of no greater embarrassment! (But now he is smiling, unable to stop himself.)

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor grins at him saucily ]

Maybe I should walk? [ He suggests teasingly ]

After all, Finno would be most upset if you fall and hurt yourself!

[castintoflames]

I think I can handle a slow jog. (He snickers, shrugging bashfully.) He would be most upset that I have such a bratty little brother who doesn't take care of himself!

[bythewaves]

I am only bratty when my older brother makes me~

[castintoflames]

I shall abstain from caring for you in the future, then!

[bythewaves]

Nooooo!

[ Maglor wails theatrically and falls overly dramatically in his brother's direction, trusting him to catch him ]

However shall I survive?

[castintoflames]

(Maedhros is shocked into catching him, nearly lifting him bodily. He has been working on his strength.)

Not on your own two feet apparently!

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor laughs up at him, relaxing easily in his arms ]

I knew you'd catch me. [ He says fondly ]

[castintoflames]

(He lifts him all the way at that, kissing his cheek.)

It's just an excuse to hug you.