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Borked elf is borked

Who: Maglor [OPEN]
What: Maglor is still recovering from being trapped
Where: All over the train but ending in the Standard Coach
When: Day 29

When a musician gets stressed, they tend to start playing. And have a hard time stopping. Ever since the door unlocked, Maglor hasn't been back to his cabin. Hasn't slept. Hasn't rest. Just took his harp and left. Who would go looking for him, anyway? He's just one broken elf! No one of consequence.

Random little chords can be heard, plucked along. But for the most part, he's fled when he's seen anyone come close. But it's a small train, and it's only a matter of time before he's caught.

And eventually, he gets tired enough to end up sitting quietly, staring out into the Void as his fingers pluck away at his harp.

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"No, but controlling it is enough."

Having it is enough, goodness. Maedhros strokes back Maglor's hair, checking over him for signs of injury beyond a strained mind.

"Elves are not prone to losing limbs, however Men and Dwarves do suffer such wounds. It should not be the end of their service."

Or their lives in general.

Maglor only hums quietly in understanding and presses against his brother again. Maedhros won't find any new injuries, besides his hands showing...a lot of use. Though getting the glove off to look might be a challenge.

"Only the special ones," he makes an attempt at a quip. "Tony could do a lot of good on Arda."

Maedhros flushes, touched that his brother comes to his defense - even against himself. They both know that they are likely their greatest enemies. And since he has two hands now, he goes to work, massaging Maglor's poor hands.

"He could. Yet the lack of technology there would aggravate him." he smirks, "I think Atar considers him a friend - or at least an ally."

Which is saying a lot for Fëanor.

Always. Even when he'd been angry with his brother, he would defend him with his last breath.

He still flinches a little at the start of the massage, but doesn't put much effort in tugging away.

Maglor snorts out a little laugh. "He'd find a way to change it." He resettles against his brother, thinking about Tony. "...He has helped me from the very first day we met. He doesn't give up."

"Kano..." he coaxes gently, avoiding the scars as he focuses on relaxing the muscles, "I won't hurt you."

Never. Not on purpose. Not in his right mind.

"I believe he would." Maedhros settles back and gives Maglor a strong embrace, "He has my gratitude. I'm sorry I couldn't reach you."

When the compartments were shut tight.

That gets a whole different kind of flinch. But he only frowns down at his hands. "They are only sore, Nelyo...You know any massage will hurt at first."

Maglor snuggles into the embrace, inwardly shying from the reminder of being trapped even more than they all already are. "And mine." He shakes his head slightly. "It is not your fault."

He sighs and tries to tug off the glove, his brow furrowing in open concern. He wants to see the swelling for himself and locate some salve he has tucked away in his cloak.

"I was with the children in my compartment and I did not feel right leaving them to the Inspector." he grimaces, "They were frightened."

The glove comes off...and exposes old scars bleeding as if fresh, fingers raw and swollen.

"You were where you were needed. Children come first." And then there was the whole trapped in locked cabins thing.

He hisses and leans over, fishing around in his cloak until he finds the bottle. Habit leads him to uncorking it with his teeth. The spicy scent of herbs fills the air and when he places the ointment on Maglor's skin, it will numb some of the pain.

"Madoka in particular concerns me."

She is so small and she has no idea about her worth.

"I had hoped it would all pass without incident, but you and I are travelers. We don't like to be kept in cages."

His lips quirk, somewhat bitter, mostly resigned. "You thought the glove stopped the bleeding?"

But the care is enough and he nuzzles his brother's shoulder, watching him work.

"You will get through to her, given time." Maedhros always does.

He dabs at the blood with a handkerchief before applying the salve. Shaking his head, Maedhros nudges their heads together.

"I intend to protect her from the battles. She may not appreciate it, but that is right."

He hums quietly and rests his head on his brother's strong shoulder.

"They always protest being protected," he muses, letting his eyes close and just breath.

"This place deepens their misconceptions." by enlisting them and placing expectations on them. Maedhros scowls before he softens and rests against his brother in return.

"Any Elven parent would throw a fit."

"We should be used to it by now," he comments quietly. Not getting their way.

"Any parent would."

"They are so young." he wrinkles his nose, "Kano, most of them will not see their first century. I cannot imagine..."

Maglor starts to hum, seeking to sooth his brother's sorrow and pain at the thought of children dying. "But they live so bright and fierce." Like Feanor.

The sound is like a blanket or a warm fire on a cold night. Maedhros calms himself, succumbing somewhat to the sensation.

"I don't like seeing stars flicker. They should last forever."

They know how to calm the other, if only temporarily. Maglor nuzzles his brother's shoulder again.

"I know, Nelyo. I feel the same. But it is not our choice, is it?"

"Very little is our choice." he grumbles, glancing at the window. A shadow crosses the pale iris of the eye Morgoth had injured and he shudders.

"But I can carry them to safety."

"We can only do our best." He free his hands from his brother's grasp so he can wrap his arms around Maedhros.

"We can carry them to safety."

"I don't wish to endanger you any further." he loves his shadow - his right hand - but it is time Kano stands in the light.

"You are a child too to me." his lips twitch.

He far prefers to follow than to lead! Maglor leans on his brother, snuggling close.

"I go where you go. Or have you forgotten your promise?" To never leave him behind again.