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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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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."