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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.

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"It was uneven!" Elros protests with a laugh, snatching up weapons and heading to the door.

"I don't have your pefect elven balance any more!"

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Maglor's right at Elros' heels, picking up his sword along the way with a laugh.

"It was perfectly steady" he retorts lightly. "No one else seemed to be having trouble!"

"There were holes!" Elros retorts right back.

"Not where you were~" He answers glibly, aiming a playful swat Elros' way.

Elros ducks the swat and tries one back.

"How did you not see the massive crater I put my foot into?!"

Maglor grins and grabs for Elros' wrist to tug him close.

"Ah, your imagination is as active as ever!"

Elros shoves him fondly, since he's being tugged close.

"Maybe you should get your eyes checked!"

Just going to tuck his fosterling in close with a chuckle and fond kiss to the top of his head.

"My eyes are better than yours!"

"They can't be if you missed that crater!"

Elros doesn't protest the affection, this time.

This time, most times~

Maglor drags him along to the training grounds.

"Then I shall show you how good my sight is!"

Sssh, you'll ruin his image.

"You'll have to try your hardest not to fall into any potholes!"