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[tar_minyatur]

Elros here - I'm busy, but leave a message and I'll get back to you. If I don't, the dragon probably ate me or my ship sank. Oops. Please don't tell Elrond.

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[tar_minyatur]

"Maglor will kill anyone who touches you." Elros predicts. "He gets so protective these days. But either way - I don't owe them anything, and that attitude is hardly endearing them to me! I chose Men for a reason, Maedhros. I love you - you and Fingon and Maglor and Galadriel... you're family, both of my blood and of my choosing. I'll always come when you call. But if cousin Thranduil wants to embroil himself in their politics, that's his affair. I want nothing to do with them."

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[castintoflames]

"I won't put him in that position if I can help it." Maedhros knows Elros's words are true, "No, you owe them nothing. I am proud of you for standing your ground, yondo and I am sorry she took that tone with you." he smiles briefly, sharply, "She takes a far different tone with me - out of fear, I am sure."

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[tar_minyatur]

"I'd just as soon catch the next ship out of here in honesty."

Elros sighs. "I can't blame Father for always putting out to sea if Sindar-Noldor relations were even half this bad. She probably thinks you are wonderful."

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[castintoflames]

"We do not have that choice." Maedhros shakes his head, "You cannot run, dear one. We must learn to either defend ourselves to the utmost or coexist."

He suggests a mixture of both, honestly. That way all potentialities are covered.

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[tar_minyatur]

"It's not running it's a strategic retreat?"

He sighs and grumpily acknowledges.

"I can't anyway, because of the stupid shard in my hand."