Elros's tenacity had been a quality that Maedhros had admired since the Peredhil was a child. It was that determination to follow his heart and do what he thought right that the older Elf had never wanted to break or change. As a result, he had let Elros and Elrond be angry or wary without telling them they were wrong or misguided in being so.
They deserved to be themselves; not some product of two brothers who could hardly live in this world.
His lips twitched at the touch, a scar pulling awkwardly at the expression.
"I know." his tone was soft, affectionate, "I was forever afraid you would fall and hit your head in your fatigue." but he hadn't let Elros know he could see him.
Rather, once Elros had found some awkward place to curl up, he had lifted him up and carried him back to his bed. Doing so without waking a child was an art that he had long since mastered with his brothers.
"Rest doesn't help this..." his soul was tired; his body was worn, "But you do."
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Date: 2015-11-14 02:27 pm (UTC)From:They deserved to be themselves; not some product of two brothers who could hardly live in this world.
His lips twitched at the touch, a scar pulling awkwardly at the expression.
"I know." his tone was soft, affectionate, "I was forever afraid you would fall and hit your head in your fatigue." but he hadn't let Elros know he could see him.
Rather, once Elros had found some awkward place to curl up, he had lifted him up and carried him back to his bed. Doing so without waking a child was an art that he had long since mastered with his brothers.
"Rest doesn't help this..." his soul was tired; his body was worn, "But you do."