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]

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."