ɴᴇʟʏᴀꜰɪɴᴡᴇ ᴍᴀɪᴛɪᴍᴏ ʀᴜꜱꜱᴀɴᴅᴏʟ
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» No Silmarils, no peace
RP:
- Semi canon (please, no drama w that)
- Ship only Russingon
- English and Spanish
- Angst, Humor and little Smut
elros opens his mouth , but then he closes it again , not really sure what to say .
" don't say that ... i want to be equal with both of you , not be a stupid kid in your eyes . "
Kanafinwë gives a hum in response, eyes closing for a moment.
" Hm... that makes sense I suppose. For me, most of what I feel is simple bitterness. It is petty, more so than anything else.
But for your question, no I do not think that is the same... "
"To be honest, if it wasn't for the twins I wouldn't give a shit about peace." he said harshly.
"About Eärendil... I don't hate him that much, actually. But I hate his wife with fervor, so isn't that the same thing?"
" After all this time, you think that only now..?
I am angry too...
Rightfully so, I think. But we should also hold peace, for the twins.
If anything, I am sure that Elwing and her husband have different perspectives... "
Elros's response doesn't surprise him, but it does sting a bit.
"He may not be your father, you may not see him that way" wishpered, "but you are his kid. You and Elrond"
His laugh was dry and painful.
"I think we are the antagonists, Kano. But I'm still mad at Eärendil and Elwing. Actually what do you think? Peace or resentment?"
" Eärendil is here-?
Has he done something to earn said kindness. Or better yet, did either of you do something to not have peace? "
Makalaurë in turn leans his head upon his brother's, taking a deep breath.
"I guess I would like to know your opinion. We are in the same ship"
He sighed and laid his head on Káno's shoulder.
"According to Lómion, I should be kinder to Eärendil... despite everything that happened. Leave the past behind."
Even in the darkness of the deepest treasury the Silmarils of their own radiance shone like the stars of Varda; and yet, as were they indeed living things, they rejoiced in light and received it and gave it back in hues more marvellous than before.
“ Exhausted. “
He provides, eyes narrowing upon his brother.
“ You may not pass out, but I still worry for your well being. Is there anything I can do to help? “
"You definitely will be"
There is pride in his voice, care in his eyes.
"Although I would say that you are already as skilled and intelligent as I am. I bet you'll beat me on that too"
" i'm not going to become as tall as you are , though . "
elros snickers and tilts his head to the side , a smug grin now on his face .
" but maybe i am going to become just as strong . "
“ Oh please… you always did wonderfully. It is true it took a little more for them to find rest though, but there was no fault in you for that. “
A slight frown forms at his lips..
“ Maitimo… do you need a seat-? “
He asks, looking around for the nearest bench.
"Ammë was desperate with the twins and I was terrified. They were the first siblings that I couldn't take good care of... But your singing always relaxed them"
Sigh.
"I couldn't have done it without you... I can't"
Unlikely…
“ Do not worry too much, brother, singing is the least I could do for you. “
Kanafinwë smiles a little wider at the fond memories which are brought to him. “ Yes I remember. They were fun to make. “
He sighed heavily. Were either of them ever alright?
"It becomes difficult to sleep." He admitted. "I'm sorry, it's selfish to depend on your singing... but sometimes it's the only thing that gives me rest. Do you remember when you made lullabies for Ambarussa?"
Cold eyes inspect his big brothers smile, but he does not comment on it. The corners of his lips turning upwards as his hand is held.
“ I have not, no… I find my inspiration lacking. Though I have tried, briefly. “
He hums to himself, thinking before asking;
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