A familiar scent was the first thing he noticed and he breathed in slowly, deeply, memorizing it and trying to let his memory catch up. His hand was in poor shape and he was awoken suddenly the moment Elros tended to it. He managed to stifle a yelp, but the way his body tensed was telling.
Elros.
Maedhros opened his eyes and stared at the man - now King - emotion making his chest and throat ache.
"A King should not tend a mad Elf." he meant to attempt levity - so maybe Elros would not regret him being there - but it was more truthful than amusing, "Where is it? Do not let it go into the hands of someone who does not know of it."
Oh what horrors would befall them. Maedhros pitied them already.
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Date: 2016-09-16 11:12 am (UTC)From:Elros.
Maedhros opened his eyes and stared at the man - now King - emotion making his chest and throat ache.
"A King should not tend a mad Elf." he meant to attempt levity - so maybe Elros would not regret him being there - but it was more truthful than amusing, "Where is it? Do not let it go into the hands of someone who does not know of it."
Oh what horrors would befall them. Maedhros pitied them already.