#and i have brought half of our favourite kidnap fam with me

[goldenvoicedminstrel]

To have a mother

“Is it true what you said yesterday?”

Elros is hovering at the edge of the campfire, trying hard to suppress his shivers. The evening’s grey is turning darker and colder by the minute, and the first chills of the winter to come are sliding yet unseen over the land’s still warm body.

Maedhros raises a single eyebrow at him.

“That Maglor fusses worse than any mother.”

He huffs in amusement, but the boy in front of him remains serious and so he sobers.

“Depends on the mother, I should say.”

The campfire crackles when a few lonely raindrops fall into its flames, and a sharp gust of wind blows tiny, biting sparks around in a frantic dance. Maedhros wipes clean his sword, the spotless blade reflecting the fire’s glow in an orange hue he has seen all too often in the fires of a forge- and outside of it.

“What is it like?”

Elros stands across the fire from him now, his gaze turned pointedly into the flames. The twins have grown quickly during these last few months, and their round faces have turned sharper, their limbs longer, but their legs are still gangly and used to running instead of marching.

“Having a naneth.” 

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#hello i am back who would have thought #and i have brought half of our favourite kidnap fam with me #golden writes #enjoy this little melancholy thing i shall now focus all of my energy on trsb mwahahaha #maedhros #elros #kidnap fam