{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.}
[ Maglor loves his brother's voice - loves especially the earnest care he puts into it for his sake, and the tension unwinds from his shoulders and hands as he relaxes ]
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When is dinner?
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Soon. Do you want something to nibble on while we wait?
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Mmm... I had the pastry - I am not that hungry now.
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{Anything at all.}
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[ He smiles up at him ]
Please.
[ He adds ]
Your star song?
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As you command!
{A fond squeeze and he sings the requested song with a light heart.}
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