And love grew between them, as little might be thought

[tar_minyatur]

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Elros Tar-Minyatur ruled the Númenóreans for four hundred years and ten. For to the Númenóreans long life had been granted, and they remained unwearied for thrice the span of mortal Men in Middle-earth; but to Eärendil's son the longest life of any Man was given 

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[seawanderer]

He turns to the door as well, arm automatically adjusting to continue supporting the waking child, and offers a shy smile to Elros.

"Ever the observant one," he agrees, daring to tease a little.

[tar_minyatur]

The girl launches herself across for Elros to pick up and spin and he smiles as he comes over.

"I try to be! And have you been looking after our guest, my little precious ones?"

"Yes!"

Elros chuckles and plucks his son from Maglor's lap, kisses them both and sends them out with instructions to find their mother, before turning and looking at Maglor.

"So." Hes says cheerfully, and manages to make it sound like a threat.

[seawanderer]

Eep!

Maglor flushes guiltily once the bright children are out of the room, but he can't bring himself to look away from Elros. Not now.

"...I can go..." But now that he's here, he's not...so sure he wants to. The island hasn't sunk yet, right? Maybe it's...safe...?

[tar_minyatur]

"Oh no." Elros says with a cheerful smile with far too many teeth.

"You're not going anywhere."

[seawanderer]

Dooooomed. That's what that smile tells him.

Maglor slowly stands not sure if Elros would shove him right back down into the chair or not.

"Why are you willing to take the chance?"

[tar_minyatur]

The smile never wavers, Elros casually stalking towards him.

"What, the chance that you will vanish into thin air again if I let you wander off?"

[seawanderer]

He offers a feeble smile but doesn't try to run away, it wouldn't work anyway.

"You know my meaning, Elros," he answers, softly. "You have a home here, I do not have to have seen it to know it. I do not wish to destroy it by being here."

[tar_minyatur]

Now that he's close enough, Elros punches him. Hard.

"Idiot. You're here because you deserve a home too."

[seawanderer]

Maglor doesn't even try to defend himself. Elros could attack in earnest and he wouldn't raise a hand against him. So he stumbles back with a low grunt.

"...I am here because someone dragged me. And I disagree."

[tar_minyatur]

"Too bad." Elros says cheerfully, shaking out his fist.

"Besides, I'm the king here, so what I says goes. You're staying."

[seawanderer]

He sighs and approaches to reach for the 'wounded' hand.

But there's a hint of pride as he glances furtively at Elros.

"...As you command, my king?"

[tar_minyatur]

Elros lets him take it, but only so that he can pull him into a hug.

"And if you say that again I'll deck you."

[seawanderer]

Maglor flinches but doesn't fight. Slowly he leans into the hug.

"You already have," he retorts innocently.

[tar_minyatur]

"So I'll do it again." Elros says, and refuses to let go until Maglor relaxes.

"Or I'll let Elrond do it. He's due to visit next week you know~ I'm still not sure if he's rowing or just asked Ulmo for a really rapid current."

[seawanderer]

He lets out another breath and shyly curls his arms around Elros.

"...How long was I asleep?" For Elrond to be coming...

[tar_minyatur]

"A week." Elros's arms tighten around him. "And then another while you drifted in and out of dreams."

I was worried

[seawanderer]

Maglor winces and presses a kiss to Elros' brow.

"I am sorry."

[tar_minyatur]

"I thought you were going to fade before Elrond could get here."

Elros mutters into his shoulder.

"He would have been so cross. Don't go anywhere, atto."

[seawanderer]

He tightens his embrace and leans his cheek on the top of his fosterling's head.

"You brought me back, yonya." He runs a hand gently over Elros' hair and back, trying to comfort him.

"...I will stay for as long as you remain safe."

[tar_minyatur]

Elros accepts the comfort, clinging tightly in return.

"I kept talking to you. I don't even know if you could hear."

He snorts.

"I'm safe when you're here."

[seawanderer]

A faint smile touches his lips. "I knew you were with me, though I did not hear your words."

Another fond kiss to Elros' forehead.

"I hope we do not come to regret your insistence or my compliance."

[tar_minyatur]

Elros pulls away enough to smile at him cheekily,

"You know me. I don't regret anything. Ever."

[seawanderer]

Maglor aims a soft swat at him, smile warming.

"Even when you perhaps should."

[tar_minyatur]

His smile gentles in answer, but his answer is firm.

"Why should I, when I can change nothing? Better to move forwards."

[seawanderer]

"Ah, Elros. You can change much just by being you."

And by out-stubborning everyone around him.

"Have you eaten? Your precious daughter was kind and had some food brought."