mortalhalf | OPEN RP POST

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Elros didn't look at the bodies again just yet, he didn't really need to. "Any hint of attack or battle near my home will always reach my ears and I will deal with it." Firm. There was no hint of hesitation or fear, just determination to protect his people. But he did lean just a little more against his foster father, enjoying the tight embrace and appreciating the care it meant.

He rest his cheek against Maedhros' chest, smile turning wry. He could refuse it, he could. But he wouldn't. "Thank you. Do you know the small fall on the outskirts?" It was one of his favorite places to sit and think, and he was rarely disturbed there.

No. Not at the moment. They could have this brief time to themselves, and the touch to his hair had his eyes close with a quiet sigh. Then another small smile formed.

"With you two watching over us, we cannot be anything but safe."

Maedhros nodded proudly at Elros's resolve. A leader needed to take that stance and back it up with strength of arms. That was what made people feel safe.

But there was nothing wrong with someone making the King feel safe too. He leaned down to nudge his nose against Elros's hair, eyes closed.

"I'm proud of you." he could state his feelings no better than that, "I do. Will I see you there?" his lips quirked a little until he heard the confidence in his fosterling's voice, "We are cursed, he and I. We will fight, tooth and nail, to keep you safe, but do not always assume you will be so."

Please. He needed Elros and Elrond to be vigilant.

Elros couldn't help but let go of his control then, just around Maedhros. Not when he felt the older elf nuzzle his hair and make him feel so safe and secure.

And... Oh. He made Maedhros proud. That was more than he could have hoped for, really. To hear those words so plainly. "You will," he managed after a moment. "No one will disturb me there lightly."

He didn't need the reminder that Maedhros and Maglor were cursed. It was enough that there was that fierce love between them. That it had grown on its own, despite captivity. "I know. You both taught us well, and what we did not know we learned quickly." He loved his foster fathers all the more for their fierce love and protectiveness.

Considering the mess the Fëanorians had made of their lives and the world, Maedhros sought simple joy for his fosterlings. Yet they had never been simple. With their intellect, drive and loving hearts, they had found high stations in the world with relative ease.

How could he not be proud? How could he not be terrified?

"I will be there." he chuckled, the sound a bit tired, "We did not have to teach you much. You both took to leadership like ducklings to the water."

Or maybe little cygnets? Maedhros knew the twins had gained their beauty from their parents. He could easily see Eärendil and Elwing in their appearance - so bright and yet dark as night.

"I feel relieved now that I see your Men in action. I knew they were skilled, but their loyalty to you is unquestioned."

No, there was nothing simple to life for Elves or Men. But Elros was content with his life. There were regrets, yes, but they were mostly related to family. He was proud of what he'd accomplished, even if it had come about through throwing himself into his work and tackling every obstacle that came near him.

Elros pulled back at the exhaustion, concern touching pale eyes and he reached up to cup his foster father's cheek. "We have each done what we have needed to. You taught me the sword. You taught me of hunting, of tracking. And much more, though I freely admit to watching you even when you were not actively teaching!"

How many nights had he crept from bed to watch Maedhros? He'd fall asleep and end up right back in bed, able to only guess at how it was managed.

"I train with them, they know my skills as well as I know theirs. I trust them with my life, and the lives of my people." Perhaps not with the lives of any Feanorian, but there was very good reason for that. "Please rest before you go scouting."

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."

He couldn't help his stubborn curiosity. It had always surprised him how he and Elrond hadn't been harshly treated, even when they acted out. Only when they attempted escape were they brought back and words were had.

Even then it had been more for their safety, as while Maedhros and Maglor wouldn't hurt them, there were others near by that weren't of such a mind. Eventually they stopped trying to run, Elrond because he'd come to love Maglor, and Elros because he refused to leave his brother behind.

Elros laughed softly, delighted by the knowledge finally that he hadn't been as sneaky as he'd thought as a child! "You were so patient with a rebellious child."

He stifled the sigh, though knew his eyes gave away how the words made his heart ache. "How can I help you better?"

Maedhros and Maglor had been well-prepared for rebellious twins. He, especially, knew that acting out was a sign of testing boundaries and, perhaps, unhappiness. The little twins could test them as much as they wanted and Maedhros was determined to only show them kindness and acceptance in return. He could do no less since it was his fault that they were without their parents.

"I wish you had met the Ambarussa. You would have been an unholy team!" his eyes brightened the slightest bit, "You were my favorite eavesdropper." and, in his sleepy state, Elros had been very sweet.

His head tilted at the question and he smiled; the answer was simple.

"Live and find your happiness where you may. I don't need you to do anything else."

All of the above. Elros' reservations had been worn down more effectively than if he'd been treated harshly, and the bonds between them now were still unmovable.

He grinned. "Even worse than we already were? I wish we had too!" Oh he knew one of them had been there in Sirion when it was destroyed. And had died, just as the rest of Maedhros and Maglor's brothers had.

"I liked watching you," he admittedly softly.

The smile that met Maedhros' answer was warm and bright. "Then be at ease. I am happy here."

"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.)

"Like yours? I'm sure I would have." It was wonderful to see that bright happiness, even for just a few seconds. Elros hugged Maedhros again with a quiet laugh.

Only to flush a little himself. "You make me laugh," and the cycle would continue. Why was he interesting? His lips quirked again, playful mirth in his eyes. "Because despite all your hardship, you always keep going."

Ah. They were being watched again. The king stifled a sigh and reluctantly let go of his foster father. "It was good to see you."

"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."