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[tar_minyatur]

WHO: Elros & you!
WHAT: Back in Kirkwal after the dragon fight, and Elros is remembering how annoying having "parents" around can be. Help a man sneak out for an unsupervised drink?
WHEN: the latter half of December
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: probably nothing, but there may or may not be family drama.

For the Family - YOU ARENT MY REAL DAD

Elros glares, paces the floor agitatedly and snarls at the confinement.

"It's a scratch! Galadriel was away, Master Anders did a good job, I'm healed! I'll not be confined to my room like a child!"

For the Neighbours and those passing by - 90 is too old to be sneaking out the room, right?

It's taken him a full two days, and Elrond would shake his head at him if he knew, but he's finally managed to wrangle time alone without one of his kinsmen in the room, and its the work of a moment to pick the lock and sneak into the corridor. The yelling and throwing things probably was heard by all around, so Elros is hoping no one is actually here to see him slide silently across the hallway, wincing as he steps on a loose floorboard and it creaks.

Maybe tomorrow he'll try climbing out the window instead.

Tavern

He's laughing, open, friendly, sharing a drink or a tale or a song or a game of dice, totally forgetting that he was meant to be quiet and careful, so as not to be found out.

"Hello stranger! Come and join us!"

Training Fields

Normally, he'd have stayed away for a little while longer, but Anders' magic healing has left him itching in his skin. He has no ship to sail, and the fishermen can only sometimes be persuaded to take him out, so the training fields it is, the longsword singing in his hands as he pushes himself.

Comments

I WONDER WHICH OPTION TO CHOOSE

[seawanderer]

"You promised, Elros," Maglor reminds gently, eyes sad as he fusses around their room. But he finally takes a seat on his bed and picks up his harp.

"And I fuss because I love you." What's the fastest way to calm any recalcitrant, head-strong, vibrant person? Fingers slowly and gently start running over the instrument's strings in a song he doesn't care if Elros claims is a cheat to get him to settle down and stay put as he's been told.

LOL

[tar_minyatur]

"I promised to see the healers, and I did! The arm is fine!"

He growls and kicks the chair, before whipping around to glare.

"Don't play that. Don't you dare. I'm an adult Maglor, you sent me away you've no right to treat me as a child any longer!"

giggle

[seawanderer]

"I do not know this Master Anders," he retorts. "I will admit that he did a fair job, but that is not my point."

Maglor watches the tantrum with forced patience, only blinking slowly, just once, at the glare. "I sent you away for your safety- and here you have demanded I not leave, so I remain." He's older than you, baby, so age has nothing to do with this. "And I have played this song to those of many ages."

[tar_minyatur]

"You did, and we told you even then, that we would rather have stayed." Elros glares. That he accepts that eventually it would NOT have ended well, he resents that parting even so.

"And my point is that my arm is fine, and I need to go back out onto the training fields to make sure I don't make that mistake - being confined to this room like an invalid aids no one!"

He growls. "You are trying to put me to sleep, you cannot fool me that way."

[seawanderer]

There is a point where any parent must yield. Maglor sees it. Respects it. His Elros has grown so strong and- pig-headed. But he can also see the resentment boiling in the other and knows it will only do more harm.

So he stills the strings of his harp and sits straight and still, gaze fixed unblinking at his fosterling.

"Then command me. Elros Tar-Minyatur. You have that right."

Fingon's not making any claims on that subject, it's too weird already

[utulien_aure]

"And did I say anything about confining you?" Fingon leans against the door, a mock-chiding look on his face.

"You seem well enough to me, and I've left a note for Maedhros. So would you like a bit of freedom, or should I just let you complain some more?"

bless you Fingon for being so helpful

[tar_minyatur]

Elros pauses mid-rant and blinks at him owlishly before a slow grin spreads across his face.

"Have I told you lately that you're my favourite uncle?"

someone has to pretend to be sane around here

[utulien_aure]

"You've known me a month, lad, there's not need to flatter me," Fingon laughs.

"Hurry now, will you. I have no idea when the mother hens will be back."

clearly, we need an Elrond

[tar_minyatur]

"A month is plenty enough time."

Elros grins and snatches his boots up from the door.

"Lead on then!"

would that make the duesome's fussing better or worse?

[utulien_aure]

Fingon looked at him a moment more, his grin fading to a slightly thoughtful look.

"Well. If you insist, then I suppose I have room for a favorite nephew."

Never having met his only actual nephew, after all.

"Come, then. I suppose we could sneak into Hightown if you want to see that, but there's enough to do in Lowtown as well."

[thunderproof]

Despite their living arrangements, Adalia did not, in fact, hear the tiff that heralded Elros' arrival back in Kirkwall. In fact, she has no idea he's in the city at all, much less that he now rooms next to her — she's been busy, see, trying to get a handle on her welcome packets and learning all she can about Thedas, and that doesn't leave her a lot of time to spend anywhere but the library. More oft than not the only time Adalia comes back to the room she shares with Daenerys is to sleep in it. Which is all to say — she's not coming out of the room to snoop. or because she heard a sound, or for any reason except for that she's hungry, and the former Templar wing has a manned kitchen.

When she steps out of her room, Charis walking beside her, Adalia has her nose in a book and her mind only halfway on the rest of the world around her. She avoids walking into Elros, but only just, and doesn't seem to notice who she's avoided running into — doesn't, that is, until she's a few steps away, and her brain catches up to her. Slowly, Adalia turns around, lowering her book to peek at Elros over the top of it.

She doesn't say anything. Her cheeks start to flame, and she knows she's blushing — she's embarrassed, but she can't imagine why.

[tar_minyatur]

She's surprised Elros just shutting the door of his room, his boots in his hands, and he's blushing too.

"Ah... well met?"

[thunderproof]

His greeting jolts Adalia out of her embarrassed haze, and she abruptly pulls her book fully away from her face, holding it against her chest instead.

She'd forgotten how tall he is —

"Hi! Hey, hi, um, yes, you too, well met."

She's going to die. The Gallows should just open up right here and swallow her whole, Bahamut help her. Charis is looking between the two of them, and if a dragon could look smug, it'd probably look like him.

"I didn't know you were coming back now! And — was that your room?"

Is he rooming next to her. Oh gods. Oh sweet merciful Sarenrae why.

[tar_minyatur]

"Ah...I was...just going out? Er...and yes are you...visiting someone?"

He casts a frantic look at the next door down, but it stays shut and no one comes to investigate. He does edge away from it a little all the same.

[thunderproof]

He is rooming next to her this is a disaster. Adalia's... not really sure why it's a disaster, or why Elros' sudden appearance has embarrassed her so thoroughly in the first place. All she did was almost walk into him, she's done that to a ton of people before and never felt like this. Come to think of it why is she so distraught by his tallness?

Questions that may never be answered. All Adalia knows now is 1. Elros is very tall. 2. He is rooming next to her, and that is a disaster. 3. ...Charis looks far too delighted by all of this. Her dragon is too smart for his own good.

"No, I'm um — well, that's my room, I live there. So we're... neighbors."

Adalia is never going to stop blushing. This is her life now, she's not only half elven, she's also half tomato.

HM.

[castintoflames]

"Clearly you haven't learned better, so, yes, you will be." Maedhros will not raise his voice. He will not. Elros is precious. He is just hard-head, that's all.

If he grinds his teeth any harder, he is going to give himself a headache.

lol

[tar_minyatur]

Elros glares, kicking one of the chairs in agitation.

"I am mortal and of age and you cannot keep me in here like a child!"

don't you lol me like everything is alright! >8(

[castintoflames]

He catches the chair to keep it upright, lips pursing.

"It's not about you being a child..." though it sort of is, "I respect your bravery, Elros, but I do not wish to lose you. What you did was thoughtless. I expect better from you."

>3 LOL

[tar_minyatur]

"I killed my first wyrm when I was eighteen do not treat me as some callow youth! I knew what I was doing!"

D8<

[castintoflames]

"Which frightens and saddens me." Maedhros sits down in the aforementioned kicked chair, "You have a family."

Tavern

[iceblade]

At some point, a redheaded woman glad in furs enters the tavern. Given her height and facial tattoos, she tends to stand out, but has been around just long enough that the regulars aren't gawking. She strides over as drinks are offered, flashing a grin as she responds in a heavily accented voice.

"Thanks for that! Though we're not quite strangers; you arrived in Nevarra, and I was along for that trip! But I'll gladly make proper introductions now. I'm Skadi Iceblade, of White Wolf Hold."

\o/

[tar_minyatur]

Elros smiles and shifts to allow her to join him at the table.

"So we did! But you're right, I don't think I ever got your name - there were a fair few too many folk around to meet them all.

Well met, Skai Iceblade! Elros Tar-Minyatur, at your service. Of ... well, techincally of Numenor, not that I expect you to know where that is!"

[iceblade]

She settles in and lifts her drink, taking an appreciative swig. She still prefers Avvar hooch, but will never turn down some ale. "You're right about that! I've spoken to a few rifters and listened to them speak of their homelands, but that would be the first time I've heard of that one. For the price of this drink, though, I'll listen to you talk about it as much as you want. Or whatever else."

[tar_minyatur]

"You're a local, then?" He grins at her over his own mug.

"Ah now, you'd best be careful about such offers, for although my folk and I are actually fairly new come to Numenor, we love her already, and I can quite happily talk an ear or two off. Fair is fair, though - if we're going to be doing that, I'd love to hear about White Wolf Hold too!"

[iceblade]

"Aye, don't let the hand fool you. Natives can get these as well." Skadi lifts her hand enough to reveal the green glow in her own palm, briefly. She doesn't actually want to draw attention to it here. "Fair enough, I'm fine trading information on both! It might even help with the homesickness, eh? I've found talking about it makes that easier to bear."