{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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[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. ]