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Pretty straight forward. You have an idea you want to play out with Elros, throw up a starter or plotting comment and we'll go from there.

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"He likely already knows our plan." Maedhros would not put it passed the Elven Lord! He did seem to have a touch of the very same gift the Lady Galadriel possessed.

The water was sipped as he had the broth and he felt his body rejoice. Elros had given him a second wind for his mind, body and fëa. He would show his gratitude over the coming days.

"Two." he repeated, smiling for the first time in what felt like ages. His face was unused to the expression.

"Do they like stories?" oh very few on Arda could tell a story like a Fëanorian. Maedhros rose out of the bed with care and nodded.

"I warn you, I am not a handsome sight." and he felt guilty for exposing Elros to what his body had become, but he knew it was not safe for him to bathe alone.

"Probably," he quipped back cheerfully. Elrond could be irritating that way, but also a blessing. "We will likely be given an invitation we can hardly decline." Because Elrond.

Elros smiled back, delight and joy and love shining that he got it from Maedhros. "They love stories." He helped his foster father up, wrapping an arm around his waist. "I was in war, too. I have seen ugly sights. You are not one of them."

"Hardly decline." Maedhros snorted at Elros's wording, "I would not think to decline if he is cautious where we meet." that was one point on which he was not budging.

"Good. I will tell them -" he stopped short when he felt the arm, amazed at how strong his foster son had become, "You say that now." but he was touched that Elros did not equate him with such atrocities.

Though he likely should. Carefully, he walked to the bathing room with Elros's help, shakily stripping off his clothes. He was indeed not a pretty sight - scarred and far too thin.

"It's Elrond. I am sure he will be." Because Elros knew Elrond wouldn't want to squander the chance to see Maedhros again. And his brother was the more cautious of them.

"You will tell them the best stories, as you did me and Elrond." He might not be as tall as the Feanorian, but he was tall enough, and strong enough, to help him to the next room where a gently steaming tub was waiting. "I will say it again."

He was gentle in helping Maedhros undress, and again in helping him into the water. He said nothing about the poor state of his foster father, though promised himself that he would see to getting Maedhros healthier. If only enough that a gentle breeze wouldn't blow him over.

"Fair point." oh Maedhros admired Elrond's caution and careful planning, but Elros's fiery conviction and, yes, sometimes, recklessness endeared him to the tall Elf. It made it easy to forget that the twins were fostered instead of their natural sons.

Or...his natural sons. Such a thought was blasphemous and Maedhros knew he had no right, but when he saw Elros smile or Elrond laugh, he loved them enough to take the blasphemy without one ounce of guilt.

"Only the best for -" his throat tightened around the words my grandchildren. No, he wouldn't corner Elros with that desire.

"Both you and your brother are so stubborn." he grumbled affectionately, sighing audibly when he was sitting in the tub. The water felt good and he scrubbed at his skin, wanting the grit off of him.