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]

The last son of Feanor passes, singing alone, into legend. Or so the saying goes. Reality is rather different.

Reality had Maglor make his way to Numenor after a couple decades of wandering aimlessly, and was promptly shoved into the King's retinue, installed as someone trusted and to be respected.

His scars are better, these days, and he actually looks fairly well fed and much better kempt than when he'd first appeared. He still often keeps to himself, on the days when memory tugs most insistent and the sea demands he play for it.

For Osse, really, and Uinen. Even Ulmo, should the Vala listen. With his feet bared to the cool water and he'll play and sing for hours unless stopped, without thought for rest, food, or water.

[tar_minyatur]

"You know." A voice observes cheerfully. "You once told me in all sincerity that not even the Calaquendi could go on unceasingly. Admitedly, you were looking at Maedhros at the time..."

[seawanderer]

His heart is light today, so he spins with a little laugh at the observation. Even the mention of Maedhros doesn't manage to dampen his spirits.

He has Elros still, for now. And Elrond, when the other twin visits. And he seems to have tacit permission to travel between Numenor and Middle-Earth. It's enough, he tells himself.

"Ai!" He agrees. "But 'tis a good day and I thought I aught to share it."

[tar_minyatur]

Elros, with his crown sitting askew and his cloak left untidily on the sand and his pants rolled up.

"Maglor, you've been 'sharing' for literal hours." He rolls his eyes at him. "Did you eat at all today?"

[seawanderer]

So noble. And mighty. And perfect.

Yes.

That Elros.

Maglor only grins. "Maybe a bit of a break is in order then, if my King demands it."

Eat? He blinks, then flushes faintly. "...This morning before I came out here?" He thinks?

[tar_minyatur]

You have odd definitions of perfect XD

He laughs.

"Thought not, you old hypocrite. Here, I brought us a picnic. Come sit?"

[seawanderer]

Yes. XD

Maglor obediently leaves the surf's edge to join his precious fosterling.

"I am doing better at remembering!" He protests lightly and plops down beside Elros.

[tar_minyatur]

"Hm."

Elros opinions with a tease.

"Suuuuure atto! Have a cookie."

[kinslayerswife]

The high windows of the King's Palace face East, not West, Elros looking back towards his brother rather than towards distant parents in a land he can never go to. This means that when she comes, it is not by sea - or at least, not that sea.

She never came to Middle-earth, never walked in Beleriand. But Numenor is not Beleriand.

She comes from the west, following the roads from Andúnië across the island and past Meneltarma until she reaches Armenolos and at last the eastern beaches of Rómenna.

"You never even wrote." She says softly, standing barefoot in the surf.

[seawanderer]

Seeing Her, hearing Her, is enough to stop his song and he almost, almost drops the harp completely. His breath hitches.

She's just as striking as the first day he'd seen her.

Of course she's upset with him. He takes a step towards her, just one.

"...No. What could I say?"

[kinslayerswife]

Her arms are folded and she glares.

"Oh I don't know. 'I live within reachable distance of you now, I miss you, maybe come visit?"

[seawanderer]

He offers no defense. She has the right to rip him apart if she so desires.

...However he still has his music, so he adjusts his hold on his harp and plays the first song he'd ever written for her. He dares to slowly approach.

"Will you stay, now? For as long as I stay on Numenor? I have missed you."

[kinslayerswife]

Oh...

The song gentles her, until she remembers she's supposed to be still cross.

"Have you truly?" She sniffs, to hide how their first song makes her want to cry.

"Will you leave me behind again?"

[seawanderer]

muwahahaha

He doesn't stop until there's maybe a foot between them, as the song trails off. "I have," he answers softly, heart aching.

"Would it help if I told you I was afraid?" Of rejection. Far easier to ignore any possibility than to chance it. Right?

"...I cannot go West, my love. But if you are willing, when Elros is gone, I will be returning to Middle-Earth. To Elrond."

[kinslayerswife]

"Hmph." She retorts, eyeing him and debating if he's done enough to earn her kisses yet. "I never took you for a coward."

Oh, that is a nice offer though, and she takes a step towards him in turn, softening.

"I have never met either of them. What are they like?"

damn u

[toherthesailorscry]

He plays to the Sea, and the Sea hears him, and the waters rush up to play around his feet. As they pull away the foam takes shape, and Uinen calls to him.

"Are you still so sad, child?"

/cackle/ you love meeee

[seawanderer]

He doesn't fear the waters near as much as before. If Osse, and Uinen, and Ulmo wished him dead, a bit of land wouldn't stop them. Or so he figured, and it's held true so far.

Maglor bows to the Lady when she forms and speaks to him. "Not so sad today, My Lady! Remembering the better days rather than the rest, if that is well with you."

CRIES

[toherthesailorscry]

"Good." She smiles and beckons him over.

"Come and walk with me, Child, and tell me how you fare."

/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?"