IC Inbox [Ruby City]

[bythewaves]

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[castintofire]

Would that I could change that. You are a good guardian, and would be an excellent father. {Had Elrond and Elros not proven that?}

[bythewaves]

I know - you tried, Nelyo. I just. I cannot... I do not...

[ He stops in frustration, not wanting to hurt his brother by saying the words he knows the city is trying to drag out of him - nothing he is sure Maedhros has not already thought or said himself, but he does not want to hurt him again ]

IwasterribleIhurtthemweabandonedthem,Nelyo!

[castintofire]

{Maedhros wraps his brother up in a tight hug, firmly ignoring the pain that flares up.}

And still they loved us. I wish I could keep you from this torment. {There lays guilt; that his own torment fades. Little by little, day by day.}

[bythewaves]

You cannot I do this to myself. [ DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT ]

[castintofire]

I know, little brother. Hush now. {It hurt far more to see Maglor so torn up, so Maedhros starts humming a familiar tune, tucking his brother's head under his chin as he holds him close.}

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor turns into Maedhros' hold and clings, upset by how much of himself he is being forced to reveal, even if only to the person who probably knows him the best. He keeps his mouth shut tight and forces himself to do nothing but listen. ]

[castintofire]

{Maedhros adds words to the silly little song, hoping the childhood song would give his brother even a little comfort. He smooths a hand over hair and back. One song turns into two, the words ended up not mattering so much as to let Maglor know he's not alone, and that he doesn't have to say a word to be loved.}

[bythewaves]

[ Slowly, Maglor relaxes, pressed close to his brother's heart. He is still upset, but he lets himself be soothed as only Maedhros knows how ]

[castintofire]

{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.}

[bythewaves]

[ 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 ]

When is dinner?

[castintofire]

{Maedhros is only glad he can relax his brother. He smiles, hugging him close.}

Soon. Do you want something to nibble on while we wait?

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor curls into his brother's hold happily ]

Mmm... I had the pastry - I am not that hungry now.

[castintofire]

Want me to sing a bit more for you?

{Anything at all.}

[bythewaves]

Yes!

[ He smiles up at him ]

Please.

[ He adds ]

Your star song?

[castintofire]

{Maedhros laughs and kisses the top of his brother's head.}

As you command!

{A fond squeeze and he sings the requested song with a light heart.}

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor leans into him and starts to hum softly, harmonizing with his brother, a soft, bright sound ]