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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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"I am." Elros leans against him. "Can't speak for Elrond!"

He nuzzles his cheek against his hair. "I would not ask you to speak for him. Twins you might be, but you differ greatly."

"We were always different." Elros agrees wistfully. "Complimentary. I miss him. How it's going to hurt him when I am gone!"

"Do not worry for him." Maedhros frowns, "You have no reason to be a restless spirit. He knows you better than anyone and he will sense your wishes." he pauses before adding, "And I will fight to be at his side."

Elros smiles, pleased.

"Thank you. That's all I need to know."

He does not want to think of Elros perishing. The pain the thought causes leaves him breathless. He wants to cry, but his Elros is here, beside him. There is no time for tears.

"Yondo, when the time comes, go in peace. You are loved by more than I."

"I intend to! Be shameful if I faltered at the last."

"Shameful?" he shakes his head slowly, "No. Sad. Besides, I think you have a whole new set of adventures waiting for you."

"I hope so! I don't want to be bored!"

"You won't be." he murmurs the words as a promise, "The Vala would not allow you to be bored."

Elros smiles up at him.

"They'd better not, or I'll have to complain!"

"Who would you complain to?" he grins, genuinely curious.

"Eru, obviously!" Sauciest of saucy grins.

"Straight to the top, I see." he tugs playfully on a strand of hair, "He might listen to one so bright."

Elros laughs.

"Why go to someone lower, when one can speak straight to the Source?"

"I like your thinking." he looks away, smile fading, "Be certain not to mention us."

Elros pokes him again.

"I will speak to Him of whoemever I please. And if that includes you, I'm not about to keep my mouth shut!"

Those are sharp, unforgiving pokes! Maedhros grabs his hand and holds it hostage.

"Even if that weakens your case? Don't be foolish, Elros."

The sharpest!

He doesn't fight the hold, but there is defiance in his gaze.

"If it weakens my case than everything you taught me about Eru loving His children is a lie."

"It's...not." he pulls Elros's hand to his chest, over his heart, "His heart is greater than the one that beats under your hand. He loves you more than I do, though that seems impossible to me."

"Then I must believe that Eru wouldn't mind you either."

"I have no right to be in his presence. I am not a mighty King of Men or a precious Peredhel." or adorable. That applies too.

Am no adorable.

"I think the only person who is allowed to decide that is Him." Elros points out. "Or are you going to tell Eru who He allows into His presence?"