Elros grins, plopping down right on the floor unless there's a convenient stool or chair.
"You! I know the look of a relative of my foster fathers, and you have it. And atto Maedhros' hair, if a bit brighter. Which, seeing as you are not male, must mean you are my grandmother, and I name you thus."
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Elros grins, plopping down right on the floor unless there's a convenient stool or chair.
"You! I know the look of a relative of my foster fathers, and you have it. And atto Maedhros' hair, if a bit brighter. Which, seeing as you are not male, must mean you are my grandmother, and I name you thus."