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[castintoflames]

(Someone is finally peeking out of his cabin, looking like he has been through hell. Greetings, world!)

What food do you recommend after feeling ill? (He is the color of snow except for his fiery red hair and his one blue eye. The grey eye, filled with shadow, only makes him look worse.)

Father? Mother? Brothers? Is all well? I am sorry for my absence.

Finno, what of you? You will not escape my concern, cousin.

(This is what you get when you are tortured extensively by Morgoth. There are times Maedhros's strength simply fails him and he can't find the energy to leave his bed.)

Comments

[seawanderer]

[ Neither does Maedhros. Maglor hums softly, finding a smile for his big brother. ]

None.

[ He snorts at the comment and nudges an elbow gently into his brother's side. ]

Or put the semi-living to sleep!

[castintoflames]

(He wraps an arm around him, ignoring the nudge entirely. It will take more than that, little brother!)

From boredom. Not because I relaxed them.

[seawanderer]

[ Oh fine, he snuggles right back against his brother. As if he wants to push his family away! ]

Your songs never bore me!

[castintoflames]

(Much better. Be cute and snuggly, baby brother. That makes him happy.)

You're my sweet biased brother. I've been singing to you since you were very small.