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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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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?"