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[bythewaves]

My apologies for my absence
The wind may wander as it wills, and so betimes do I
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[rivendell_lord]

[He can understand that.] I will find a way.

[If Maglor asks, it's not a stupid question. And he's been getting hints of that since his return.] A day, if that.

[He stifles the sigh. Five months, and he just knew a lot had to have happened here during that time.]

[bythewaves]

[ A soft huff ] Ai... well, things have been moving, as expected while you were away. Siege and attack and counterattack. Thiazi attacked directly, at one point. As you can see, I have taken no lasting injury. [ He hasn't even died again! Yay? ]

The last attack saw our Patrons save the spirit of Lord Tyr, who Thiazi was using as ... a weapon, I suppose. [ A grimace - that sort of sorcery is as dark as it gets ] He was... not terribly sane, and we were all sore afflicted with our worst fears, over the last few weeks. But that is over now. This strike will be while Thiazi remains weakened by the loss of her most potent weapons. Perhaps... it will be enough. We shall see.

[rivendell_lord]

[A war wasn't something to take lightly, and he wasn't. Dying again was a good thing! No question!] A fact which I am grateful to see.

[The grimace at the word weapon told him quite a bit, if no details. Nightmares...Worst fears...He studies Maglor closely for a long minute, wondering just what he'd had to go through. But he doesn't ask, yet. Instead he nods a little.]

With good fortune, with as little cost to our forces as there can be.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor catches the look and shrugs a little wryly ]

I have lived most of mine already hm? [ He says softly, and does not mention how at the end the visions made him chose between his fosterling and the Silmaril (and in the end it was never a choice at all) ]

Aye. I hope to see the same, but we shall see. Come in, though, come in - I will put on the kettle.

[rivendell_lord]

[He reaches up to rest a hand on Maglor's shoulder, holding on again. He really doesn't need to answer that, does he?

It was easier to act then than speak. To step in with the invitation and push past the mention of nightmares and memories.]

Thank you.

[bythewaves]

[ A smile, a little sad, a little tired, but always happy to see Elrond, and Maglor leads them both to the kitchen, where he sets the kettle boiling ]

Mm, Thank you, I think.

[rivendell_lord]

[The emotions mixed with that smile are nothing new.

Elrond follows a bare step behind, then moves on to pick through the cupboards for tea and cups for them, reminding himself where everything was and what had changed.

If there was more to say immediately, what couldn't wait a day, it would be Maglor that would have to speak up. Elrond hardly knows where to continue, from all that had already been said.]

[bythewaves]

[ The cupboards are a little barer this time, for they have been at siege. But the eggs in the fridge are fresh, for Maglor has two hens out the back, and the honey as well, from the small beehive.

Like Elrond, Maglor busies himself around the kitchen a little, for want of words to say, and eventually he chuckles softly ]

The bard without words to speak. [ He says in quiet amusement, and comes over to pour them both the tea ]

I have missed you. [ He says simply ] But I also wished you home and safe, so I feel guilty for being glad at your returning. The house has never been empty, nor quiet, not with Kevin and Alice both testing boundaries and learning to live with each other but... I confess that I have missed having another adult around to balance them.

[ A soft noise at the door and the Longtoothed Reinhare sticks its nose in, flapping its wings to bring it over to the table ]

And as you can see, we are becoming something of a zoo. [ He adds in amusement, reaching over to offer the creature a biscuit ]