No, there was nothing simple to life for Elves or Men. But Elros was content with his life. There were regrets, yes, but they were mostly related to family. He was proud of what he'd accomplished, even if it had come about through throwing himself into his work and tackling every obstacle that came near him.
Elros pulled back at the exhaustion, concern touching pale eyes and he reached up to cup his foster father's cheek. "We have each done what we have needed to. You taught me the sword. You taught me of hunting, of tracking. And much more, though I freely admit to watching you even when you were not actively teaching!"
How many nights had he crept from bed to watch Maedhros? He'd fall asleep and end up right back in bed, able to only guess at how it was managed.
"I train with them, they know my skills as well as I know theirs. I trust them with my life, and the lives of my people." Perhaps not with the lives of any Feanorian, but there was very good reason for that. "Please rest before you go scouting."
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Date: 2015-11-14 02:17 pm (UTC)From:Elros pulled back at the exhaustion, concern touching pale eyes and he reached up to cup his foster father's cheek. "We have each done what we have needed to. You taught me the sword. You taught me of hunting, of tracking. And much more, though I freely admit to watching you even when you were not actively teaching!"
How many nights had he crept from bed to watch Maedhros? He'd fall asleep and end up right back in bed, able to only guess at how it was managed.
"I train with them, they know my skills as well as I know theirs. I trust them with my life, and the lives of my people." Perhaps not with the lives of any Feanorian, but there was very good reason for that. "Please rest before you go scouting."