{Words of love and old joy enter the silly song, fond remembrances of lighter days. Maedhros doesn't think much of himself as a singer, but his brother has never seemed to mind, and it seems to help. So he keeps singing- he'll sing himself hoarse if he needs to. Gentle hands keep stroking over hair and back and he stays put, willing Maglor to continue to calm and settle.}
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Date: 2016-05-24 03:24 pm (UTC)