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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.

Haven't threaded with me before but want to try something different than how you found this journal? That's fine too! I'm always open to new RP partners.

If you have questions, feel free to shoot me a PM if you're more comfortable that way.

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No mortal ship, maybe! But Elros has ensured peoples from both shores are welcome if they wish to make the journey.

He has a habit which drives his advisors crazy, in that he tends to 'get lost' in the markets every so often. New shops get a proper examination, wares are exclaimed over (or encouraged into how to better whatever it happened to be), hands are clasped, friendships formed...

But he hears of one particular new master of stone-craft that has something in him nudging to meet. So he slips through the crowds of happy chattering people, buying up sculptures that look so very realistic to dazzle the senses!

Red hair. Just a shade from Maedhros'. And he can see something of that foster father of his in this woman that it catches his heart and breath.

He doesn't need introductions to wait until people wander off, then he saunters up and -

"Good Morn', Grandmother!" Does she know of him? He almost doesn't want to ask.

Nerdanel would find it amusing, if she knew! Her whole family has never sat easily with the trappings of royalty, Nolofinwe excepting, perhaps. And Finwe himself, of course.

"Ah, little scamp." She looks up and smiles. "Who are you calling grandmother?"

She may well learn!

Elros grins, plopping down right on the floor unless there's a convenient stool or chair.

"You! I know the look of a relative of my foster fathers, and you have it. And atto Maedhros' hair, if a bit brighter. Which, seeing as you are not male, must mean you are my grandmother, and I name you thus."

"Hm, you're a lot more forgiving of them to be calling them such, considering the tales!" Nerdanel smiles at him and makes room for him beneath her awning.

"I am, however, greedy enough to accept as many kin as will claim me, grandson."

"They could have killed us," he says simply. "They took us in and taught us everything we needed to know. Then set us loose." The fact of the latter hurting...well.

He's tired of loss. So he eyes her, then smiles when she decides to accept him as kin. "I will indeed claim you as kin!" Happily too, his cheerful chirp says. "Elrond should be visiting soon, I'll bring him to visit you when he does."

"I am glad they were still able to do so." She smiles at him.

"Ah! Your elven twin? I am glad he visits - it is hard for family to be apart."

He likes her smile! "They were good to us." A shrug, then a bit of a sulky pout. "Maglor avoids us, though we know he's somewhere along the shores."

Elros wishes he could take her to those shores. Maybe Maglor would at least come to Numenor then...

"Not often enough, but he's busy too."