(Closed + Open)

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Who: Maedhros & Family | Maedhros & Open
What: Quality time is good for the soul.
Where: All around the train.
When: Day 30
Notes: Usual warnings for Maedhros's issues. Other than that, I don't foresee any problems?

(For Nerdanel -)

(Thousands and thousands of years could pass, he could see countless battles, countless losses and his need for his mother's company remains unchanged. So Maedhros seeks her out, quietly approaching her and cautiously resting his cheek against her vibrant hair.)

Mother... (He saw a certain sculpture and it has weighed heavily on his mind.) How are you?

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(For Fingon -)

(A bouquet of flowers in one hand, ears red, Maedhros approaches his cousin and presses gently against his back.)

For you. (He presents the colorful gift, tilting his head to give Fingon a small smile. This time, at least, he isn't planning on telling him horrible news. Of course that is no guarantee that their conversation won't drift in that direction.)

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(FAM)

(If you are kin to Maedhros, he will be seeking you out. The visit can be brief - a hug, some words of encouragement and then he leaves you to your business - or it can lead to longer conversations. He is an Elf that can sense when he has overstayed his welcome, so don't worry about him becoming a large pest.)

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(OPEN)

(With his family accounted for and settled, Maedhros is freely wandering, humming ancient songs under his breath. No, his voice isn't bad. Of course, next to his musical brother, a songbird would sound ill-trained. Perhaps that is why he rarely sings, though he does enjoy the pastime.)

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"I'm afraid I lost it long ago." somewhere between the burning of the ships and the nauseating heights of the Thangorodrim. But something like pride stirs at Fingon's touch. If he can capture the notice of his lovely cousin, perhaps not all is lost.

"What sort of use, Finno?" his voice rumbles with amusement and he lowers himself onto the seat eagerly, leaning in to kiss along Fingon's jawline.

[utulien_aure]

"You can't guess?" An amused smile flits across his face, then he deliberately draws back from his cousin.

"Turn around, Russandol. If you won't be vain on your own behalf, I will for you. And for that, I need a better grip on your hair."

Does he have plans for those flowers? Yes, he definitely has plans for those flowers.

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"Maybe I want you to tell me." he arches a brow, lips slightly pursed at the space between them, "My hair?"

With a soft chuckle, he turns away from Fingon, pushing his hair back so it can be easily reached.

[utulien_aure]

"Hmmm," Fingon breathes, and runs his fingers through his cousin's hair. "I think I shall show you instead."

He doesn't have a brush on him, but it's no chore to work through any tangles in his cousin's lovely hair. Then he begins to work, twisting Maedhros' hair into a pair of braids. The flowers do go to good use- he tucks them into the bends of the braids, choosing the ones which look most striking against his red hair.

Finally he wraps them around Maedhros' head, forming a circlet of bright hair and flowers.

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Tingles race across his scalp and he is hard-pressed to resist a shiver. He hasn't been touched with affection of this sort in years upon years. The day he laid Fingon's poor battered body to rest was the day he stopped believing that he could have this.

The finished product makes him chuckle and he turns to face Fingon, arching a brow.

"Are you trying to turn me into a lady?"

[utulien_aure]

That gets the snort it really deserves.

"And why would I do that?" he asks dryly. "We've played this game for a thousand years and more; I know what I like by now."

With an amused grin, he reaches out to fix a few stray strands. "Besides, you should know better to make assumptions like that. Which of our cousins would sit still for this sort of thing, after all- Findarato or Artanis?"