"Exactly like mine." but somehow...warmer. Brighter. But that could be the bias of an older brother who, in part, raised his beloved younger brothers from newborns.
Back then, he had an arm and a hand for each.
"Your laugh is nice." Maedhros grinned, shifting awkwardly, "What choice do I have? Maglor needs me; you need me; Elrond needs me. That is more than enough reason for me to live."
For the time being. He was far more fragile than he appeared.
"Meet me at the falls." he rested a hand on Elros's shoulder and squeezed, "We can spend more time there."
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Date: 2015-11-18 12:57 am (UTC)From:Back then, he had an arm and a hand for each.
"Your laugh is nice." Maedhros grinned, shifting awkwardly, "What choice do I have? Maglor needs me; you need me; Elrond needs me. That is more than enough reason for me to live."
For the time being. He was far more fragile than he appeared.
"Meet me at the falls." he rested a hand on Elros's shoulder and squeezed, "We can spend more time there."