His heart had melted each time he heard the small footsteps mirroring his own. Distance and detachment hadn't been possible and he had devoted himself to - for the first time since his brothers were born - loving children as if they were his own.
Elros didn't know how much he had helped Maedhros in those days. Or...maybe he did? The eldest Fëanorian suspected his little Peredhel knew much more than he let on.
"Miniscule." his teeth flashed as he chuckled, "Do you like to frighten your people? Even if I dye my hair, they will know who I am."
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Date: 2016-08-19 08:45 am (UTC)From:Elros didn't know how much he had helped Maedhros in those days. Or...maybe he did? The eldest Fëanorian suspected his little Peredhel knew much more than he let on.
"Miniscule." his teeth flashed as he chuckled, "Do you like to frighten your people? Even if I dye my hair, they will know who I am."