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[The reaction worries him, and it only really dawns on him now that he must have been asleep for longer than he thought he was. Sure, his body did feel odd and it seemed like he had been relocated while asleep, but...

but he has no time to ask how long he was gone, not while he is meant to fetch Maglor to speak to Jon, which is really important. So after letting the hug go on for a bit longer (because hugs are nice and warm and he won't ever really turn one down) and clinging back tightly, he pulls away just enough to pull his locket out of his pocket and hold it up for Maglor to see and talk to Jon.] I found us a place to go, but you must speak to him, yes?

A place to go? [ Maglor lets Muscovy pull back once he's had enough and blinks at him curiously ]

Alright, Muscovy.

[Muscovy will fall quiet, though he remains at the elf's side, and watch the two men speak, listening in closely and keep an eye on Maglor in hopes of the elf not being silly. If he is... he'll figure something out.]

[When the conversation ends and Maglor shuts the locket, Muscovy is very still in his lap. The urge to run is there (he has never quite managed to figure out what it is that makes bad things happen, but some patterns are there, and one of them is that unsuccessful diplomatic talks often do it. He isn't sure if this falls in that category, and he hasn't really gotten into any trouble since coming to stay with Maglor, but experiences of centuries aren't unlearned so easily, and the only time that he has seen the elf angry, the hounds were there to unleash the anger against), but he stays - not only because he is too well within reach of the older male, but also because there isn't really anywhere to run if he wants to stay with him in general, and he really wants to.

So he will only bite his lower lip and sit there, looking up at the elf and wait, very unhappy with how this turned out. ...actually, he'll speak up.] Why didn't you promise? That was very silly, it would not have been very hard.

[ Gently, Maglor resumes petting Muscovy's hair, letting him sort out what he wants to say ]

Because words are binding, Muscovy. [ He says sadly ] And it would be unfair and untrue to tell him something that I had no intention of keeping. I am sorry. I ruined all your hard work, hm?

He offered, and you turned him down. [Maglors reactions will never cease to confuse him, and he has a limited amount of understanding for them. Even with explanations. Words are not nearly as binding as Maglor says they are - they are binding for a time, until either party doesn't consider them binding anymore. He's seen that at work quite often.] He will be angry.

Yes. [ Gently, he keeps carding through Muscovy's hair ]

Mm, no, I do not think so, Muscovy. Sad, I think. But he would be far angrier if I promised him something and then broke my word. She has threatened him, I think. With what, I do not know, but the Lady Keeper is a sweet girl, and a fine young lady. I would prefer not to bring her trouble, if I can.

...He won't trust me now, if you send me there.

[And he doesn't want to leave Maglor's side. He has rarely felt as safe and warm as he does these days, and though such experiences are always fleeting - Maglor is technically immortal, from what he understands, so it doesn't have to be fleeting. He needs to become stronger, quickly, to keep this. Somehow... he will find a way.]

He will. [ Maglor says calmly ] Because you are Seelie, and because, I hope, he knows that if I send you to him, it is only because I have no choice. You need not stay long with him, Muscovy. My cousin Galadriel has agreed to care for you, if I cannot. She only asks that if you go to her, or to Celebrian, that you go without my mark. [ he taps the sigil ] You may ask either of them for theirs, for if it comes to that... I will not longer be able to protect you.

[He looks down at this belly and nods. It makes sense that it would not be wise to keep this if he comes to live with someone else, especially if it is because it isn't safe to stay with Maglor anymore. Picking carefully at the stitches, he wonders if it will be possible to take the star off, or put something over it...]

But I could keep these clothes, yes?

[Galadriel... he wonders if he has met Celebrian, though. Galadriel is nice, even though he isn't sure if her husband won't hate him.]

Mmhmm. For as long as you like. They are yours, after all. But it is not like one of the Eldar to turn away a child - or, well, in your case, a young one, eh? And Galadriel and Celebrian's protection will mean much, amongst my kin.

....even Galadriel's husband? [The part about that they will not turn away a child (or a young one, and in many ways that is a strange thing to Muscovy who is just used to people thinking of him as a child, even though he would sometimes prefer to be considered young instead... but really, he knows that he is a child, and would readily identify so). That one encounter that he had with him really didn't make him think that Celeborn will be happy about anything that even remotely resembles a Fëanorian being around his place, and though he isn't strictly one, he has stayed with Maglor too long already to not be connected with them at all, not in a place like this where everything seems to move much faster than what he is used to.]

Mmhmm. Celeborn hates my brother and I, but he is a good and honorable ellon. He will not turn away a child, e'en if that child is fostered with us.

[ Wryly ] I do not say that he will be pleased about it. But he will not turn you away.

[His fingers clutch Maglor's shirt at that. It... doesn't sound like a place that he wants to go to, either. There is a large difference between being allowed to stay with someone and it being a nice place to stay. A lot of people don't understand very well how you make a place nice for others to be in. ...One day, he will be strong enough to keep people with him, and then he will be better about that. Then everyone can have a nice time, or as nice as possible considering the situation, and they'll all be friends.

Celebrian doesn't stay with them, yes? [If she does... well. He didn't mean to leave Maglor's side, anyway. He'll just have to become strong enough to make sure that he can remain there.]

[ Maglor ruffles Muscovy's hair and his arm tightens around him fondly ]

I do not know, Muscovy. She is their daughter, so she might, but she is also an ellith grown. I do not know.

[But...]

Is she married? [= Does she have a different family that she could stay with? There are a select few other options how someone would enter a different protective context, but this really is the most likely one that he can think of.]

She is wed, aye - but her husband is not here.

Why wouldn't she be with her parents, then? [Considering that most occupations that would take a woman away from their family would demand that she be unwed, safe for that of a midwife and wetnurse, and he has serious trouble imagining someone that is related to Galadriel in either of those occupations. Too ...stately.]

[ A soft laugh ] Because she is full grown, and may make her own decisions. I do not doubt that she is far from them - they are a close family, from what I have seen, but equally so, I do think that necessarily means that she is always with them hm?

But a part of her house would also be a part of Celeborn's house.

[He won't leave Maglor's side, and in a way... that just makes things a lot less complicated. The nation slowly relaxes and settles in against the elf's chest.]

How long did I sleep?

I suppose you could see it that way. Or perhaps... mm, it is like ... adding an extra room, or ... a bridge between two houses. She belongs to both houses now.

Almost three full weeks. [ His arms tighten briefly around Muscovy ] I am so glad you are awake.

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[So there really is no better place to be than Maglor, or...

Hm.] Why didn't you ask your mother?

[He hugs Maglor back.] I did not get older while I was gone.

Because mother is busy, tithen pen. And... if things go wrong... she will be in as much danger as you. I bought her place with the Elvenking by promising my aid where it needed. I bought yours with my cousin's kind heart.

[ He drops a kiss to Muscovy's hair ]

I am glad.

[And yet another reason to become strong enough to be self-sustainable or stay with Maglor; he doesn't trust "Kind heart" as a motivation, not so much due to being jaded and distrusts people but because it just is the way of the world that good-will and pity run out a lot more quickly than being indebted to someone.]

If you fall asleep, you must return, too.

I will try, Muscovy. [ Maglor promises quietly, and pushes down the darkness that looks so tempting ] But while I sleep, if I sleep, promise me you will not linger by my side but seek safety.

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...idr how long was it?

just under 3 weeks, 19th-7th

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