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[tiny_elrond]

Maglor: *puts cloaks on the twins*

Elrond: Is it cold where we're going?

Maglor: No, but it is cold outside!

Elrond: Cold like sleeping in the park cold? *will not forget that!*

Elros: Is there snow?

Maglor: No snow, but yes, cold like the park. *also, part human, must be careful!*

Elros: *snuggles into his cloak*

Elrond: Are we going to the park? Will we see the talking tree?

Maglor: We're going to visit my father.

Elros: *gasp!*

Elrond: But WHY?

Maglor: Why? *why indeed...* Because he wants to meet you.

Elrond: He does?

Maglor: *nods* I've told him about you.

Elros: Is he gonna eat us?

Maglor: Of course not, Elros!

Elrond: He doesn't eat wee elves, does he?

Maglor: No, he doesn't eat children or elves. *where do they get these notions?*

Elros: Is he gonna put us on a boat and burn us?

Maglor: *taken aback* ...No.

Elros: *puts his unicorn down on the couch for safekeeping and not to go to Fëanor's anyway*

Elrond: *looks horrified*

Maglor: My father loves children, and was only ever kind to me and my brothers when we were young. Now, come on. *herds them out of the house*

Elros: *holds Elrond's hand so he doesn't get lost*

Elrond: *clings to Maglor with his other hand* He probably won't be hungry.

Maglor: Here, we will stop and get pastries, then nooooo one will be hungry, ok?

Elros: We'll split up, so he'll only eat one of us.

Elrond: It might be better to stick together.

Maglor: No one is getting eaten, you two.

Elros: But that's how you save yourself from predators!

Maglor: *leads them to Fëanor's house*

Elrond: He can't eat both of us.

Elros: He could be really hungry, or keep one of us for later.

Maglor: *before he knocks* Now, enough talk of getting eaten, from both of you.

Elrond: *looks like a polite elfling*

Elros: *big eyes up at Maglor*

Maglor: I mean it. And talk of burning ships either. *knock knock*

Fëanor: *comes to the door* Kanafinwë, hello. *peers* Who are these?

Maglor: Hello, adar. You remember I told you of my children? This is Elrond, and this is Elros.

Elros: *looks for fangs*

Maglor: *nudges them to say hello*

Fëanor: Well, yes, I do. Hello, Elrond and Elros. *fangless - actually a nice smile*

Elrond: *shy* H'lo.

Elros: *behind Maglor's leg now* Hi.

Maglor: *ushers them inside* They're shy sometimes with strangers.

Elros: *grabs Elrond's hand tightly*

Fëanor: I remember other young elves who were the same. Come, hang up your cloaks and warm by the fire.

Elros: O.O *at the mention of the word fire*

Maglor: *takes the twins' cloaks*

Elrond: *sits on the floor near the fire, is cold*

Elros: What do we call him? *says to Maglor*

Fëanor: *goes to get refreshments*

Maglor: *lifts Elros and props him on his hip, going into the living room* I'm not sure. You could try haru.

Elros: *says it carefully* Haru.

Fëanor: *comes in with hot chocolate for all and cookies* Yes?

Maglor: *amused* There you go. *sets Elros next to Elrond*

Elrond: Haru?

Fëanor: Yes. Have some hot chocolate. *hands them each a small mug*

Maglor: *see? Told you he liked kids*

Elrond: *sips, still unsure*

Elros: Thank you, haru *sweetly and tastes*

Maglor: *smiles*

Elrond: *just smiles*

Fëanor: Welcome to my home, young ones.

Maglor: *sits on the sofa, watching them and hoping they'll take to Fëanor, at least a little!*

Fëanor: *has made them trinkets*

Elros: *starting to get a sugar rush and starts fidgeting plus the room is full of SHINIES*

Elros: What's that?

Maglor: Be careful, Elros.

Fëanor: *gives them toy animals he's made, with shiny eyes* Animals. For you.

Elrond: Ooooh. Thank you! *grabby hand*

Maglor: *to the twins* My mother was the sculptor of the family, but your haru makes excellent toys.

Fëanor: *ah, Nerdanel; far-away look on his face*

Elrond: Look, the horse's legs move!

Maglor: And his head, I imagine!

Elrond: Oh! YES.

Elros: !! *makes his dance*

Maglor: *pleased they seem a little more at ease*

Elros: *attacks Fëanor's knee with his horse*

Fëanor: *excellent; takes a horse to play with them both*

Elros: *babbles excitedly the story he's made up for the toys*

Maglor: *once the three of them are well and truly absorbed in the game, slips off just for a moment*

Elrond: *joins in the game*

Fëanor: *notices Maglor's departure, but doesn't think anything of it*

Maglor: *good; goes into his study with the intent of finding what no good Fëanor's up to*

Fëanor: *cleverly keeps most things locked up, because of his paranoia*

Elros: *moves from toys to climbing Fëanor like a horse*

Maglor: *still; looks for a key or an unlocked drawer*

Fëanor: *plays with them both*

Elrond: *better than being eaten*

Elros: Ride!

Maglor: *as he's about to leave, spies a book resting on a chair in the corner; picks it up*

Fëanor: *obligingly gives rides; does enjoy children*

Elros: *a wrestly sort of kid*

Maglor: *flips through it and instantly decides Fëanor cannot have this*

Fëanor: *lets them wrestle him and win*

Elrond: Victory! \o/

Maglor: *comes back into the room having hidden the book in his cloak, carrying two glasses of water; grins at the scene*

Elros: *victory speech*

Fëanor: *very amused*

Maglor: *sits on the sofa* I hope you two weren't too rough. Your haru is not a young elf.

Elrond: Not rough at all! *angelface*

Fëanor: *hmmph*

Maglor: *knowing* Mmmhmm...

Elros: We were very gentle.

Maglor: I hope so!

Elros: *climbs into Maglor's lap to show him his new toys*

Maglor: *appropriately amazed* That's a very nice toy!

Elrond: *still feeling a little shy, yet more confident they won't be eaten*

Elros: We should come more often to get more toys from haru.

Maglor: *chuckles* Who says he is going to make you toys every single time?

Elros: Why wouldn't he?

Fëanor: Some time I might make other things.

Maglor: And he won't make things if you are naughty.

Elrond: *is seldom naughty!*

Elros: o.o! *can be naughty*

Fëanor: That means you must be good.

Maglor: *solemn nod*

Elrond: We will!

Maglor: Good boy.

Elros: What if we're a little naughty?

Fëanor: Perhaps there will only be cookies.

Maglor: *amused*

Elros: I like cookies. *considers*

Maglor: Behave.

Elrond: Cookies are verrrrrry good.

Maglor: Cookies are good. But toys are best.

Fëanor: So you will have to be good. Not naughty.

Elrond: *considers this*

Maglor: Exactly.

Elrond: *will be good enough for them both*

Elros: *rests on Fëanor's back* You're not bad at all, haru!

Maglor: *helpless shrug*

Elros: we thought you were gonna eat us!

Fëanor: I don't eat children. *very serious*

Elros: What do you eat?

Maglor: *mentally groans*

Fëanor: Regular food.

Elrond: Like eggs?

Fëanor: Yes, like that.

Elros: And cake?

Maglor: *looks apologetic*

Fëanor: I do like cake.

Elros: And... eyeballs?

Fëanor: Ugh, no.

Maglor: *groans* Elros...

Elros: I was just testing!

Fëanor: Why, do you eat eyeballs, Elros?

Elros: Child eating demons do. *solemnly* I was tricking you.

Fëanor: Are you wicked?

Elros: No. I am very good.

Fëanor: But you tried to trick me.

Elrond: *sits on Maglor's lap with his horse* Very wicked.

Elros: To make sure I wouldn't be eaten *thinks this is perfectly logical*

Fëanor: That is very tricky.

Maglor: *amused; perhaps Elros has met his match*

Elros: I'll check again later. Watch yourself. *YAWN*

Fëanor: Perhaps no toys for this one. *grins*

Maglor: *laughs, groaning* I'm sorry.

Elros: *angry squawk*

Fëanor: Should I make toys for tricky elflings?

Elros: The most toys. *yawns again and climbs off to snuggle in Maglor's lap*

Maglor: *pets* Right. Time to go home.

Elrond: But but but toys.

Fëanor: You can always come back.

Maglor: Exactly. When you're less tired.

Elros: *zzzz*

Elrond: *sadface but* Okay.

Maglor: *picks up Elros and gets their cloaks* I'll see you later, father.

Fëanor: Goodbye! Goodbye, Elrond!

Elrond: *clutches his horse and waves* Goodbye, Haru.

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I want to visit Haru again! More toys!