faderift | I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world...

WHO: Elros and Maglor and you
WHAT: Elros' Sea-Longing is getting worse since he can't put out with the fishing boats in the winter. So he's building a boat, instead. What? This makes perfect sense.
WHEN: Most of the rest of winter
WHERE: a quiet spot in the harbor
NOTES: probably none!

He is no Cirdan, but the Shipwright wasn't about to send the Edain off in boats they did not know, so since War of Wrath ended, Elros put aside the soldiers life to work alongside his men in the shipyards of the Falathrim, learning to build their own ships as well how to sail them.

And then he came here.

He has wheedled and charmed the local sailors, worked passage on the fishing boats in good weather enough to be able to claim this small dark corner and provisions enough to start... well. Not a ship. Little better than a raft, in truth. But the Falathrim knew their business, and taught Elros well, who has the blood of mariners in his veins.

Come and find him splitting wood or planning the planks smooth, or perhaps working on the design in the early days. Since he can't afford iron nails, he's using mortise and tenon joints, and slowly over the weeks the little boat begins to take shape. He'll chat to anyone who comes by, and is happy to accept help, or just company. Come late enough in the business and you might smell the tar he's mixing for the caulking. Or maybe you've got some idea where he can buy or work for more materials?

Closed to Maglor

His foster fathers are idiots, but Elros has considered the tales told, and the things not said, and reached a conclusion - Maglor needs to learn how to build a boat of his own. Since Maglor has taken to watching him as if he is going to vanish, this serves two purposes quite nicely.

"See, the joint needs to be tight, so!"

EDIT: Elros is also afflicted with the Blue Cold - feel free to catch him here with that in place

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He raises an eyebrow. That sounds like a story, but it can wait a short time. Anders holds up his hand... and nothing happens save him going pale as he suddenly can't feel the Fade, can't cast, has nothing. A frantic look around confirms that there are no lurking Templars and there are no glowing runes. There is no cause.

"I don't..." He takes a shaky breath. "It didn't cast. I've never, it's never not come. I don't know what happened." And he's suddenly afraid and feeling extremely vulnerable.

"Anders?"

It takes a moment, but Elros frowns.

"Your magic is gone? Are you unwell as well?"

Anders reaches up to press his palm to his forehead.

"I don't think I'm unwell. There's nothing, no fever, no franticness the way you lot have been dealing with." He's left with the possibility of being overtired again and it doesn't make sense but there are no other options. "I... I have to be overtired. Overworked. But there's no time to rest, and no time for this."

There's some frustration in his voice as he drops his hand and looks back at Elros. "I don't have time for this to fail. For me to fail."

Elros frowns and comes over.

"Overwork can be as fatal to the healer as the ill, my brother always said. If you're that tired, my friend, you should rest. I don't feel unwell, although I probably am. I'll be alright if you rest a while first."

The man has a point that Anders... tries to avoid at most times. He exhales heavily, looking around the room.

"Maybe we could both rest. Most rifters have been overworking too, and this workplace seems to imply the same is happening to you even if you don't feel it." Maybe he can work out a compromise so that even if he's not actively helping Elros he's at least not wasting the guy's time while resting against a wall.

"I wish I could meet your brother."

"I wish you could as well." Elros says wistfully.

"Elrond would love to learn new healing techniques."

He nods.

"I can try and rest if you will?"

Anders exhales, finding a portion of the wall and ground that isn't too messy before sinking down to sit and lean against it.

"Deal," he says. "If you've a better place nearby than here, we should try it, but I've certainly rested in worse places."

Elros dithers, clearly still twitchy, but he comes and sits beside Anders, as he must have sat on battlefields before, leaning exhaustedly against another soldier.

"Not unless you want to try and make it back to my rooms or yours. The boats are not complete enough to be comfortable.

"That's further than I'd like to go, and explaining another man in my room or me in another man's room to my husband is not how I want to spend he rest of my day later."

He starts to relax a little, feeling Elros' warmth against his side and welcoming the stability of the wall behind him.

"Why boats?"

"Ah, you're married?"

Elros murmurs, hands already fidgeting with a piece of wood.

"Hmm? Ah. Well... it's the Sea-longing, I suppose. I think this blue thing makes it worse but... I want to go out to sea. It's boring being stuck in port due to the weather. And I can't always find a crew who are willing to take on a rifter, although it's better now they're used to me."

I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world...

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