"Thank you."

Thank you a thousand times. A million. No, more. Maedhros felt the ice-cold inside of him begin to thaw.

"How do you exist?" he stared at Elros as if he couldn't comprehend him, "You look good, Elros." and that brought him happiness and a little pride.

Pride that he felt guilty putting his name to, of course.

As the King fluffed his pillows - something that flooded Maedhros with more affection - Elros would feel a tentative kiss pressed to his cheek.