He liked to watch him. Elros was a far cry from the little child he had once held in his arms, but he wasn't so far changed that Maedhros wouldn't know him anywhere. Maybe he wasn't worthy of being called Elros's family, yet that didn't matter.
He would still watch over him. No one else had to know that he kept to the shadows - including Elros himself. The young King's life was far too exciting without a Fëanorian weighing him down.
Even if said Fëanorian only wanted the best for him. The absolute best.
Maedhros chuckled when his horse buried his nose in his thick hair. Yes, it was time to go. He couldn't risk being found out.
"Be well, star foam." he tugged on his horse's reins and set about making his way back to his camp. But as he followed the path, he saw a group of black-clad riders approach the city's gate. His current position on a large hill made it easy for him to count their number and he was mounting his horse before the next breath.
The pounding of hooves took the riders by surprise - as did his sword. Like hell was he going to let anyone touch his son -
no subject
He would still watch over him. No one else had to know that he kept to the shadows - including Elros himself. The young King's life was far too exciting without a Fëanorian weighing him down.
Even if said Fëanorian only wanted the best for him. The absolute best.
Maedhros chuckled when his horse buried his nose in his thick hair. Yes, it was time to go. He couldn't risk being found out.
"Be well, star foam." he tugged on his horse's reins and set about making his way back to his camp. But as he followed the path, he saw a group of black-clad riders approach the city's gate. His current position on a large hill made it easy for him to count their number and he was mounting his horse before the next breath.
The pounding of hooves took the riders by surprise - as did his sword. Like hell was he going to let anyone touch his son -
No, not his. But close. Very close.
His blade cut deep and without mercy.