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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/smoooooshes

[seawanderer]

Maglor obediently tucks his harp under an arm and steps further into the waves to walk beside her. Maybe he's being foolish, but his life is in her hands.

"I am as you see. Elros and his ilk have taken to ensuring I eat, and rest as I can."

It is not so bad a cage, he could say.

/cuddles grumpily

[toherthesailorscry]

The waves tickle his feet and curl around him playfully, but she isn't standing deep, and the sand beneath his feet holds firm.

"That is well." Her voice is the shush of the tides, gentle today on without a storm on the horizon. A small crab clacks at him from amidst her hair.

"You proved not terribly good at looking after yourself, if I recall!"

/cuddles happily XD

[seawanderer]

He's always loved the voices of the sea. Storm or not, he's found them beautiful from the beginning. The crab in her hair has him smiling softly as he gladly lets the waves wash over bare feet. The sand won't swallow him any more than the waters. Not without Uinen's permission.

Maglor ducks his head at the remembrance, sheepish. "Mm...You know the reason for that, perhaps?"

siiiiiiiiiiigh

[toherthesailorscry]

She cups his face gently with hands that waver in solidity, cool and somewhat wet.

"You did well, my singer. I am glad to see you smile." She smiles and kisses his forehead, towering over him as a wave before retreating to his side.

"Will you sing happier songs, now?"