(His lips twitch at Elros's flat honesty. He extends out that newly returned hand and caresses his hair. At the mention of Oropher being the father of Thranduil, he winces.)

The child has been through too much.

(He moves without a word to support Maglor, one arm wrapped around his shoulders.)

Yes, Finno is my keeper. (His eyes shine the faintest bit.) Join me, Kano, in this foul prison. Our cousin is a cruel dictator.

(Or as far from as you can get. However he clearly does not like the idea of his foster-son being secretive or ashamed.)

Elros has nothing to hide. He is free of our taint.