OPEN RP POST

[elfoflight]

Pretty straight forward. You have an idea you want to play out with Finarfin, throw up a starter or plotting comment and we'll go from there. Haven't threaded with me before but want to try something different than how you found this journal? That's fine too! I'm always open to new RP partners. If you have questions, feel free to shoot me a PM if you're more comfortable that way.

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[bythewaves]

"I wasn't here, but I heard it on the radio." Maglor nods.

"I... almost wish I was. Perhaps you're right. I will go back and see how Christopher is doing."

He shivers. "I... went to see. The stories do not tell of that, but... I went to Erebor. Snuck in. I had to be certain. It might have been Maedhros' one. I was never so glad to be wrong."

[elfoflight]

France nodded again, putting the last of the dishes into the dishwasher and getting the machine started. Turning, he leaned back against the counter and folded his arms.

"I listened to it too. Had to go off recordings."

His lips quirked at Maglor agreeing to go visit. Then the faint smile vanished and he reached out to rest a hand on his nephew's shoulder. "I'm glad you got back out safely."

[bythewaves]

A small quirked smile, a little sad, a little proud. "I am... very good at passing unnoticed, Uncle. How else do you think we got into the camp of the Valar?"

Of all the brothers, Maedhros worried the least about Maglor. Maglor could go where and when he pleased and seldom brought any guards and Maedhros never worried. Even then, the bard had learnt how to hide in Song, to twist eyes away from him, to be utterly forgettable and forgotten.

[elfoflight]

He allowed himself a quiet chuckle and reached out to pat Maglor's cheek affectionately.

"I have every right to worry, nephew. For that skill, I'm glad." Even if it meant Maglor got into trouble just as he escaped it.

"Come. Walk with me a bit, unless you wish to rest a bit more?"

[bythewaves]

He almost leans into that hand before he collects himself and a small pleased smile quirks his lips at the praise.

"I think I am rested enough."

[elfoflight]

Give him time, he counselled himself.

"Good."

France hummed and reached down to grab hold of one of Maglor's hands, fully intending to drag the elf off with him. Off outside, back into the bustle then on to one of the parks for that walk.

Mischief? No, of course not. He was a great and powerful nation! He was a former mighty elf king!

And he was one of the oldest five year olds out there.

[bythewaves]

"Uncle?" Maglor blinks, but allows himself to be towed.

"Where are we going?"