{Video; UN: elvenking}

[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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[seawanderer]

[ He can sense no revulsion because there is none. Maglor has seen worse. He lets out a quiet sigh and nuzzles his lover's hands. ]

Should such an attempt be made, they will fail on all counts.

[ The implication has him swallow thickly and press his face against his mate's neck, arms curling tight around him again.

He's never felt like he's someone else's treasure before. But that's precisely how Thranduil is making him feel, and he's not entirely sure how to respond! ]

[tauraran]

{He is ready to hold Maglor, his arms curling around him and his cheek pressed against the side of his head. Maybe his understanding of the other stems from them having gone through similar tragedies - frankly, Thranduil no longer cares. Maglor is his and as long as the other wishes to remain with him, no one will be allowed to interfere.}

Did I ruin your shift? The patrons will miss you.

{Voices that would move Eru himself do not come often. However he is feeling rather selfish at the moment and his arms are not releasing Maglor yet.}

[seawanderer]

[ He's letting himself be selfish and accept as much affection as Thranduil will give him. Maglor keeps just breathing in his mate's scent, letting the heat of the other's body sink into his as reassurance that this elf is alive. ]

They will use the approaching moon as an excuse for my absence. I doubt I am expected to return until this phase is done.

[ Even if he was expected...he wouldn't go. Not yet. Not until more than just his mind knows that Thranduil is safe. ]

[tauraran]

The moon is calling you? {He lifts his head and slides a hand down Maglor's chest, searching for changes.} You are safe with me. Even with your body transformed, I will not abandon you.

{The urge to watch Maglor through the night is strong and he frowns faintly.}

Let me care for you until the phase is done.

[seawanderer]

[ He hums quietly in answer, absently nuzzling again as the familiar hand runs over his chest. ]

If last month is any indication, I will not change 'til tomorrow. And 'tis why I told you to expect to stay in for the next few days.

[ Because they have managed to build that trust. Now it's made stronger for them realizing the love between them. ]