(But the dawn is brief and the day full often belies its promise.)

[castintoflames]

FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Maedhros
RECIPIENT: Anyone with a crystal.
WHAT: Manic? Did anyone say manic? This can't be good.
WHEN: Spanning a week? (7-10 days?)
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Someone is afflicted with a strange Flu.

(The fires are high in the Forge and someone is working at all hours. Have they come out for food? Water? Air? Well if you wondered, he does make a quick message.)

Whoever thinks knocking on the door is a good idea, will not leave unscathed next time!

(There is a strange light in his eyes - and if anyone knows of his father, they will recognize it immediately. Abort mission!)

I am on the cusp of making something spectacular and I do not need any interference. Do I make myself clear?

(What happened to the gentler Maedhros? Some might claim he has been swallowed by the flames of ambition.)

Comments

[tar_minyatur]

Huh.

[ Elros says thoughtfully ]

What's different?

[castintoflames]

Your glow. Some Men burn brighter than Elvenkind; like a shooting star.

[tar_minyatur]

I've never been able to see it.

[ Elros murmurs ]

I suppose I was always more Man than Elf.

[castintoflames]

Both parts resided inside of you from the moment of your conception; only - one side needed your choice to bloom. (He watches him affectionately.)

[tar_minyatur]

"I don't think I could have chosen otherwise."

He says.

"Anymore than Elrond could have made mine. "

[castintoflames]

You have been true to yourself and I am proud of you. (They had spoken about the twins' differences. This makes sense.)

[tar_minyatur]

[ He beams ]

I'm glad.

[castintoflames]

I would spend every day in your kingdom if I could. I know it will be great.

[tar_minyatur]

Well. If you're reborn in time...

[ he grins ]

[castintoflames]

Elves do not move nearly fast enough and the Vala must be even slower. (But wouldn't that be nice?)

[tar_minyatur]

You'll have to work fast then, won't you?

[castintoflames]

My work will be done swiftly. Then I will become a thorn in Lord Námo's side.

[tar_minyatur]

Good. [ He relaxes, content with that ]

Then I will hope to see you in my castle, one day. I'm going to build a big one on the edge of the sea.

[castintoflames]

What would you do if I walked in, whole again? (He smoothes over Elros's hair, content in a way that is entirely too rare.)

[tar_minyatur]

That depends on how long you take. [ Elros says cheerfully ]

First, I would probably punch you, and then hug you. If you were fast enough, I will hug you first and then punch you.

[castintoflames]

Your court would think you had gone mad. (But he is touched, chuckling softly.) I would let you punch me.

[tar_minyatur]

They probably think that already. [ He says cheerfully ]

But they still elected me king, so clearly they don't mind too much.

[castintoflames]

I think a king has to be a little mad to accept the position. (He presses a kiss to Elros's cheek. An openly parental kiss that would likely make a child cry out "gross!".)

But I love this king.

[tar_minyatur]

Ewwww. [ Elros obliges ]

I love you too atya.

[castintoflames]

(Of course. Of course.)

I'm glad for that every day.

[tar_minyatur]

Don't let yourself forget it!

[castintoflames]

I never forget. (He softens.) Sometimes other emotions overwhelm me, but I never forget.

[tar_minyatur]

Good. [ Elros huffs and yawns tiredly ]

I don't want to have to hunt you down to scold you!