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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[tar_minyatur]

"No, but I'd bet on him arriving within a week - the winds have been favourable!"

Elros nods.

"Not all of them, no. But those within the palace do."

[seawanderer]

"...Lord Ulmo has always favored your family," he muses.

A wince. "I am surprised to still be here."

[tar_minyatur]

"They owe us." Elros shrugs cheerfully.

He rolls his eyes at the wince.

"I'm a king of Men, not Elves. You're little more than a legend. Everyone's fascinated, not angered."

[seawanderer]

"Be careful which battles you choose to fight," he warns softly, worried. "Not all are yours, and I will not see you hurt because of me and my mistakes."

Maglor smiles wanly. "A story I should remain. Not reality."

[tar_minyatur]

Elros snorts at him fondly.

"I am one of your mistakes, and I am still here. And if they were going to punish me for that, they'd have done it already. And I think he's fond of you too you know. How else do you think you got here?"

[seawanderer]

"No!" He denies immediately. "You and your brother are one of the good things I have done!"

And he loves and is proud of them both. "Perhaps he did not wish to drown those who found and brought me here, even if it meant getting me."

[tar_minyatur]

Elros rolls his eyes again.

"Or maybe he tossed you up for us to find. Ever think about that?"

[seawanderer]

"Keep rolling your eyes and they'll never stop," he playfully chides.

"...They do tend to have that sort of sense of humor." Warped, of course.

[tar_minyatur]

"I like rolling my eyes it expresses my emotions!"

Elros grins.

"Uh huh. Island nation. Surrounded by ocean." He points out. "And you show up here, of all places. I think you're on better terms with him, at least, than you think."

[seawanderer]

Maglor can't help but laugh, fond at this fosterling of his.

But Elros' theory sends a spike of cold down his spine and he shakes his head. "I think you overestimate his forgiveness." Never mind the fact he'd thrown his Silmaril into the sea in what could be argued as hope that the Vala would catch it and accept it.

[tar_minyatur]

"I think you underestimate it!"

Elros retorts, and leans against him, forcing him to hold him or topple over.

[seawanderer]

Nope, no toppling over. He curls an arm around Elros again, supporting him and leans against him in return.

"I have known him longer, do you not think I should know better?"

[tar_minyatur]

"You have known him longer, but have you actually talked to him recently? Because he's awful chatty, with Elrond and me."

Elros is quite happy to be held.

And if it lets him try and see if he can do Elrond's trick and funnel a little healing at him, well. WHY NOT.

[seawanderer]

"...You know I have not." At least not directly.

He sighs and nudges Elros.

"Save your energy, yonya."

[tar_minyatur]

An evil grin.

"I could always ask for you, you know. Osse likes these shores a lot."

He sniffs and doesn't stop.

"But I want to."

[seawanderer]

He flinches at the idea. "No! Please do not do this thing, Elros!"

He already knows that when it is time for him to leave, he'll have to speak with the Maia, or the Vala in charge of the waters as is. Before then is just asking for trouble.

...But Elros is so kind, and warm, so he sighs and curls around him.

"You shouldn't," he can't help but protest again.

[tar_minyatur]

"Wimp"

He says fondly and hugs tight.

"Maybe. But since you're in my domain, I think I get to decide what I want to do."

[seawanderer]

"Survivor," he retorts lightly.

He sighs then and snuggles against his fosterling, knowing he really can't deny Elros anything. Even if it might end in his own death.

But if it endangers Elros or Elrond and their families...

...Elros seems so sure and he's so tired of fighting that he eventually grumbles.

"As you command, Sire." Fully expecting the promised punch and not particularly minding.

[tar_minyatur]

"Wuss."

Elros promptly punches him, as promised, although he doesn't let go, either.

"Totally going to do that every time you say that, by the way."

[seawanderer]

"Wanderer," for he remembers doing that much at least.

Maglor doesn't shy from the punch nor let go, or even move away, though he does sag against Elros with a breath of a laugh.

"With you giving orders, how can I call you anything less?"

[tar_minyatur]

"Alright, I'll give you that one."

Elros snorts and hugs him tighter.

"Now you're being an ass on purpose, atya"

[seawanderer]

Maglor grins and kisses him on the forehead, snuggling contently.

"You brought me back to life, yonya. More than once. Were you expecting any less?"

[tar_minyatur]

"I'm pretty sure my mariners dragging you to the healing houses only counts as once..."

[seawanderer]

He brushes a gentle hand over Elros' hair.

"That was the second time. The first was when we first met."

[tar_minyatur]

Elros squints up at him.

"You looked pretty alive then to me"