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Video. I apologise for the crazy

"A friend told me to be wary of my life." Maglor's voice is almost merry. But there's a ring to it, an edge that draws attention.

"Slain ye shall be they warned us and we were, oh we were. O my brothers, my cousins, my bright kin! Three Ages of the world and all those I loved died around me and yet I am still here."

Maglor throws out his hands and laughs, his eyes burning silver bright and fey and his voice with a shine to it like the polished edge of a blade.

"Three Ages we stood against our Enemy and all he could throw at us, and paid in blood for every inch we held against him. But we held! Dragonfire and Balrogs and betrayal of kin and ally, but he is defeated and I remain. And now you would name me enemy? Come then and let us see if you can do what the Enemy of the World could not! But."

And his voice drops to a low croon, darkly caressing, promise in every word.

"Anyone who touches my family dies."

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(He makes no response; instead he seeks out Maglor and leans against his uncle's side.)

What am I to do with you?

[ Maglor blinks at him and pulls him close ]

Whatever you want?

(His arm slips around Maglor's waist and he shakes his head slightly.)

I would never let someone hunt you; I would never let them touch you.

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[ Automatically, Maglor runs soothing fingers through his hair ]

I know. Nor I you. I won't let it happen again.

I'm not on the list. (He reminds, gazing at Maglor solemnly.) Do not put yourself in danger for me or anyone.

Not yet. [ He says darkly]

I cannot lose you again. None of you.

You act as if we want to run onto their swords. I promise you, we do not. (He tries to smile.) I love your heart, Uncle. Do not forget it.

[ despite everything, that brings a smile to his face ]

You must admit we have a history of that.

[ coughfingolfincough ]

Thank you, Tyelpe. I love you too.

But not a present or future! (That's a plus? He grins and motions at his legs. He is standing without the aid of a cane or a staff!)

See?

Let us hope not!

[ He smiles in very real pleasure ]

How well you are healing! Elrond has done a marvel.

I trust that will not be so.

(He blushes and glances down shyly. This great Lord of Eregion is feeling a mite bashful.)

He is so kind about it. I expect that of him, of course, but I haven't shown anyone besides Atar the full extent of...the scarring.

Nor will any of us ask it of you. [ Maglor kisses his brow gently ]

But do not be ashamed of them! Your scars do not define you.

(He grips onto Maglor's sleeve, humming.)

They feel as if they do some days! But he has lessened the intensity by far. I may look like I should be a corpse, but I no longer feel like one.

My beautiful nephew. [ He says fondly, twining his own song with his ]

For so you remain - do not argue! I look at your scars and I see your strength. Just as Maedhros did, my dear one, you defied our enemy, and I am so proud.

(He draws Maglor's hands to his chest, embracing them gently.)

I think you must have trouble with your eyes. But when I see Uncle Nelyo's scars or yours or Atar's, I do think them beautiful too.

Mine are ill won. Not at all like yours or Nelyo's! Scars gained from thivery are never lovely.

They belong to you; they are lovely. (Celebrimbor smiles unapologetically.)

You are biased!

Biased enough to make you some tea too. (He pulls away to heat a pot of water.)

[ He snorts, amused. ]

That is not bias but good sense!

I can never tell the difference! (He gathers some herbs to steep, smirking.) Therein lies the fault of our family, hm?

I suppose that is true! Do you want milk or honey?

Honey. (He has a helpless sweet tooth that he doesn't often indulge.) It's a wildflower honey. You should try it.

This jar? I will, since you suggest it! I think... ah yes. We still have milk too.

Yes. (He pours the hot water into mugs and adds the herbs to steep.) I am not a growing Elfling that needs his milk!

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