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[tauraran]

{He is a king without his elegant trappings - but, really, he doesn't need them. The robe he wears catches the light with the smallest of motions, glittering faintly as if precious jewels are woven in the fabric. His hair is bound into a single thick braid that lays against his back and his circlet is elsewhere - as are his rings.}

How many parents reside in Lunatia? Are you separated from your children if so? {The flickering light on the table before him is all the illumination he requires as he works on a sketch. The drawing depicts trees and a variety of animal life beneath their mighty boughs.}

My fear for my son increases by the day and I have found no relief for it. I hardly realized how helpless I could feel as a father.

{His attention shifts from the sketch of the forest to a second sketch of a face much like his own - yet different enough that it must be his son.}

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[tauraran]

{Maglor's worry reminds him how precious their bond has become. He too would panic if something ill befell the Fëanorian prince. What they have isn't superficial or based only on sex. Not anymore.

He too keeps the connection open, unsure how to comfort the other yet sensing that he needs to know he is alive.}

Breathe... {Thranduil knows Maglor's chest must feel tight with anxiety. He must soothe that tension away if -

If the other wishes to remain with him after he sees.

Hearing his name, he sucks in a soft breath and hurries to Maglor, gently gathering him into his arms.}

I'm here.

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[tauraran]

{Which somehow makes him a thousand percent more charming! Thranduil holds back a chuckle - just barely.}

I appreciate your generosity. I cannot say what we will face tomorrow. It is good to have alliances.

[ragingnature]

Um. [ If she knew she could still blush as a dragon she wouldn't have ever turned video on. But there is a very obvious hot pink glow that spreads across her scaley little cheeks. ]

We're from the same world. I haven't known him for very long though.

That makes sense.

[lioness_rampant]

[ Allura grimaces minutely at the question. It's true their situation is... rather desperate. ]

We have a weapon--a robot known as Voltron. It is incredibly powerful.

[seawanderer]

[ Oh. Right. He draws in a shuddering breath at the order, jaw stubbornly holding back the unexpected urge to sob. He knows Thranduil's alive. He knows. And yet...

He's Feanorion. Irrational is part of their charm. And Thranduil is his. Nothing is allowed to harm him.

But he's not ashamed to walk right into his mate's arms and hold him tight, burying his face against Thranduil's neck and taking a deep breath. ]

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[gremlinkeeper]

[ Wangji never knows how to respond to compliments! Or teasing! At least he didn't snarl? He's done that in his youth. ]

Mm. It is.

[shalamayne]

[ Anduin will always show respect, it's the right thing to do. The question gets a small nod along with a flit of understanding.]

I think so. And what was my father like? Let me see. He was probably known as being as equally stubborn as he was a fearsome warrior in all of Azeroth. He used to have a bad temper and sometimes made snap judgements because of it.

[ Anduin pauses, well aware he's speaking in the past tense.] But, he doted on me as best as he could and would do anything to protect his people. I don't think I could have asked for a better father, good side and difficult side.

[tauraran]

{Adorable. Even a frosty Elven-King can't resist smiling softly at that blush.}

He is very kind. We spoke of death and his way of determining where a soul should go.

{The answers had both soothed and impressed him, frankly.}

[tauraran]

I am certain you will put them to good use. {Desperate or not, they must fight.}

[tauraran]

{There is the breath he requested! Thranduil smooths over Maglor's hair and turns his head to kiss his temple. It has been a long, long, long time since someone cared about him to this degree.

He mustn't do this to Maglor ever again.}

Will you forgive me for causing you panic?

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[tauraran]

{This one stems from a good place, Wangji. Thranduil would beat anyone who made fun of you.}

Have you visited the Greatmoon Grove?

[tauraran]

{It might be, but Thranduil is a vain Elven-King...}

Mm he sounds like a Dwarf. {Is that a joke or is he being serious? It's difficult to tell.} A father cannot help loving their child and, unfortunately, we cannot shield anyone we hold close from our flaws.

[ragingnature]

Oh?

[ Her giddiness subsides a little because she does not agree with everything he has set up. ]

I recently started interning in the Underworld and sort of help with that process.

[seawanderer]

[ Of course he obeys.

Maglor's eyes are pressed closed as he inhales the familiar scent of trees and fine wine that is pure Thranduil. Slowly starts to relax as the other's heat sinks in. As the panic slowly eases with the touch of lips to his temple.

He should let go. But he can't. He doesn't want to. Even though the sudden realize of just how much he cares about Thranduil sinks in and scares him all over again - how long until he loses this too? ]

...It is forgiven. [ Just a muffled answer. He's not crying, he hasn't cried in thousands of years. But there is the sense of it in his throat and chest. ]

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[pidgeypidge]

I know how it feels to be separated from someone you care about.

[She's obviously too young to have any children of her own. Gunther, the dragon hatchling she'd helped raise with Ren a while back, probably doesn't count, though she misses him every day.]

If it helps, I've gone home for a period of time, and time seems to work differently here than it does other places.

[Pidge is debating on whether or not she should tell him about her theory after discovering that other people she'd seen here had also been back at home while she was there.

Would it help? She honestly has no idea.]

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[gremlinkeeper]

[ You are good people, Thranduil. Wangji likes you. ]

Not yet. Would you prefer to meet there?

[tauraran]

You do not agree with it? {Losing anyone is difficult - heart-breaking even - however it is natural for most species/races.}

[shalamayne]

[ That gets a small laugh.]

I don't think he could drink as much as a dwarf, no matter how large he was. Your words ring true, but I also believe that a parent shouldn't need to hide their flaws.

[ragingnature]

I never said anything about disagreeing with his policies but... [ Should she get into it? ]

Well, he does make those buried without an obol wait for a hundred years before they can move on. Which is so unfair! The dead shouldn't be punished just because they couldn't get a proper burial for whatever reason.

[tauraran]

{He holds him without showing any sign of wishing the embrace would end. After all Maglor has told him, a long embrace is perhaps what is needed. Thranduil wraps the other Elf in his arms and doesn't let their height difference stop him from kissing where he wants.}

I have considered never showing you, but that would be wrong. We have grown too close and you have shared too much for me to keep secrets.

{But it frightens him. Who would want to be with someone who looks like a badly burned corpse?}

It happened when I was fighting the dragons of the north. They control their flame well and there is no warning before the world catches around you. I was armored and that, perhaps, helped spare my life, however for years I begged Elrond for death.

The pain... I cannot describe it. I heard screaming without realizing it was coming from me.

{His throat feels dry as he recounts the tale, however he presses on.}

Elrond reminded me that I was a father frequently and that I must carry on. What choice did I have? My spirit remained with my body, but I must warn you...

You will be able to see it.

{His fëa shines through what is left of his broken body.}

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[tauraran]

It isn't easy, is it.

{A child is a child, though her experience is not quite like his. He has spent thousands of years with his son.}

Yes, however he and I parted ways before I came to Lunatia. Time has little to do with the distance between us.

{There are mistakes he wishes to rectify and he can't with Legolas going off on his own. In a way, time for him, as a father, has run out.}

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[tauraran]

{He...tries. Thranduil is, ironically, well-aware of his flaws and he doesn't mind change as much as he originally thought.}

Yes. It is beautiful and quiet.

[tauraran]

Dwarves could never drink as much as myself. {An Elf can drink a Dwarf under the table.} Elves do not become inebriated, you see, unless the wine is incredibly strong.

Sometimes the flaws can be detrimental to the child.

[seawanderer]

[ Maglor simply straightens, picking Thranduil up off his feet, and heads for the couch before sitting, resettling them so they're still pressed tight together. He's not quite ready to let go, and listening to Thranduil, it seems maybe it's best not to.

'We have grown too close' to keep secrets. He draws in another breath, this one a little steadier as he holds his silence. Lets his lover speak at his own pace without pressure.

Maglor sends a fervent thought of thanks to his fosterling for saving this elf's life. Even as his heart aches in understanding pain as the horrendous tale is told.

'You will be able to see it.'

Finally he pulls back, though his embrace doesn't loosen at all. He meets his lover's eyes firmly and leans in to gently kiss his temple. ]

I am Feanorion, Thranduil. I do not release something that is mine lightly. I do not discard something just because it is tarnished in the eyes of others.

You have not burned me. I will not discard you.

[tauraran]

Forgive me. You only seemed...hesitant. {He is confused about what an obol could be, but he presumes it is a traditional funerary practice.}

Where do they wait for a hundred years? Is it a desolate place?