Welcome to Gondolin!

Elros: *tries to ninja his way back inside after his visit with Feanor*

Maglor: *oh no you don't; is waiting right there*

Elros: *doesn't notice him, thinks he's gotten away with it and starts walking normally* *whistles a little*

Maglor: *coolly* Hello, Elros.

Elros: *little scream*

Maglor: *arms crossed* Come here.

( Elros is in severe trouble. )

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I don’t know what I’m going to do with that child.

Maglor: *sends a note to Fëanor, to arrange to meet; at least he hopes*
Maglor: *not sure Feanor will agree*

Fëanor: *not sure either, after reading the note; asks one of his wolves* What do you think?

Wolf: *just gives him a baleful canine look*
Wolf: *chicken?*

Fëanor: *throws him some chicken while reading the note over and over*

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Fëanor: *decides to call Maglor*

Maglor: Hello?

Fëanor: Hello. *still not clear on phone etiquette*

Maglor: Atar?

Fëanor: Yes. You sent me a note.

Maglor: I did. And...are you willing to meet?

( Turns out, he is. )

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( And no, Maglor doesn't actually have some sinister ulterior motive. )

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Well, that was futile.

Maglor: *at the House of History to get that book for Elros to read at home*

Fëanor: *stalks in and sweeps by him, not looking around*

Maglor: *turns to look; oh good lord*

Fëanor: *goes tot he section he is looking for*

Maglor: *oh lordy; brings his book to the check-out desk*

Fëanor: *despite looking like a thundercloud, is very polite and charming to the librarians*

Maglor: *hoping to avoid him*

Fëanor: *sees him at the desk when he comes to check out his books and freezes*

Maglor: *thanks the librarian and turns to go and shit, his father is right there*

Fëanor: *as if forcing it out* Kanafinwë.

Maglor: *carefully* Hello, father.

Fëanor: *holds up his books* Do these pass your inspection, or would you like to confiscate them now?

( Oh fuck off, atar. I don't want to deal with this right now. )

Maglor: *enjoying a - lately rare - moment without the twins; well, not enjoying, per se, but is stretched on the sofa with a glass of strong port wine and mulling over his thoughts*

Fëanor: *kicks the door open*

Maglor: *jumps, hissing a swear; has a pretty good idea of who would enter thus*

Fëanor: *strides in* ( I want my things )

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Fine. See if I care.

Fëanor: *studying a book on modern weaponry*

Maglor: *catching up with Fëanor is still not his favourite thing, but knocks on the door*

Fëanor: Come in!

Maglor: *slips in; has left the boys with Maedhros* Hello?

Fëanor: *puts his book down* Kanafinwë! *goes to greet him*

Maglor: Hello, father.

( An Unexpected Visit )

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Father is up to something, I know it. I need to find out what.

_{WARNING: LONG.}

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Elros: *elaborate toy battle in the living room*

Maglor: *amused, scribbling some notes on a few sheets of music*

Elros: Oh no! The hippo is working with the terror bird now! How could this happen!

Maglor: Oh dear. Good thing a unicorn is worth ten hippos.

Elros: It is? *waves the unicorn* Hahaha! I can fight you off!

Maglor: Did you enjoy your afternoon with uncle Maedhros yesterday?

Elros: *holds up the elephant* Can't we have peace!?
Elros: Huh? Oh yeah.
Elros: Uncle Maedhros is nice.

Maglor: *nods*

Elros: He's kinda weird. Did making his hand come back do somethign to him?

Maglor: *amused at the irony* Well... *decides it's too complicated to explain* Essentially, yes.

Elros: 'Cause he doesn't seem to remember me that well. *sounds hurt*

Maglor: *knew this would be an issue; speaking gently and carefully* Sometimes...things happen to us that make us forget what we used to know. It is not your uncle's fault.

( In which Elros asks about Elrond, Maglor says the wrong thing, Elros is upset, and Turgon arrives at a very inopportune time. )