"Amras and Amrod shared our Grandfather Mahtan's copper hair. They were easy to spot but hard to read." the happiness was bright and real in his eyes, but it faded quickly, "You would have loved them."

As much as he and Maglor had loved them. Maedhros blinked, flushing hotly.

"Why was I so interesting?" his features softened and he whispered, "Mai acáriel. Melin tirië hendutya sílalë yá lalat."

He glanced up at the city wall, noting that they were being watched. Picking up his helm, he put it back on and covered his hair.


(OOC: You did well. I love to see your eyes shine when you laugh.)