How could he not have come to love Maedhros and Maglor? Elros had eventually seen what Elrond had, even with all his attempts to ignore it. But once he'd given in, he had often been found near the elder Feanorian. Stalking his steps. Learning.

Teasing.

He laughed, sudden and bright, grin fierce and joyful. "And you are small? Come! Eve meal is near and I would have you at my table."