loveathousandyearsgone | OPEN RP POST

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Pretty straight forward. You have an idea you want to play out with Elrond, throw up a starter or plotting comment and we'll go from there.

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It took him far longer than he had any right to take at his age to notice the presence of his father. The soft rustle of robes was the only thing that alerted the younger twin to the other as he sat near him. Angling his head back, he smiled a tiny, apologetic smile that curled the corners of his lips and creased his brow ever so slightly. "Mae govannen, ada..."

He felt he could at least have the decency to look ashamed for his absent behavior. He did, after all, miss meals and did not greet his father as he should on arrival.

Brushing his long hair behind his ears, he let his eyes drift back to the running waters of the Bruinen. His eyes lingered long on the way the water tripped over rocks in the water while he carefully sorted his thoughts. Elrohir wanted more than anything to just talk to his father about this, but knew that it was not that simple. What would his father think of the thoughts he now entertained and longed to follow after?

Would he accept his son's wishes or forbid them? Elrohir refused to see his father in a negative light, but he knew he could not stand the other being disappointed either. "Did you happen upon me, or did you seek me out?" His voice came soft and happy, a light touching his eyes at the thought that Elrond would seek him out just to check on him even if it was a near elfling notion.

The length of time it took to be noticed only spoke further of Elrohir's distraction. Elrond finally looked at his son when that head turned to him, and returned the smile (his was only warm, levelling blame on no one's head). "Mae govannen, Elrohir."

Really, he was mostly just relieved his son was alright. Though with something on his mind. His gaze lingered on Elrohir even when the younger elf looked away, just watching and waited. His patience paid off, when light and joy lit his son's face and voice, and his lips twitched in amusement as he looked back out over the waters.

"Does a father not have the right to seek out his beloved son when he has not seen him in some time?" Gently teasing, while telling Elrohir what he wanted to know. Elrond also shifted a little, close enough so their arms might gently touch.

"Ah... forgive me, ada." He knew he should have paid more attention and not let the musing of his heart get at him so. But he felt as though he could not truly help it at all. Not when it dealt with matters of the heart as it never really had before. Such things never really affected him until recently. "I should have paid more attention and came to meal times."

Elrohir felt how accutely he did lovely his father in that moment. The smile lingered as he dared to lean just a bit closer so the touch would be a little more solid. Elves may not be as prone to touch, but he liked it when he received such shows of affection from his father and siblings. "You need never have a reason to spend time with me. You know I love your company."

He truly did. And he could not stop that little fear in his chest that warned him he might lose it even if he knew the thought was more likely silly. "Ada... how does one know they are in love?"

"No wrong has been given, and no forgiveness is needed, though it is yours if you wish it." He would reveal what he'd brought when he felt some of what was on his son's mind had been expressed, as he hoped it would be.

Elrond didn't move away when he felt his son lean into the light touch, and his smile just grew. This was the son closer to how he was. The interest in knowledge. How his mind worked, in some ways. The high intelligence (though in truth, all his children shared that) and keen wit. "I do," he agreed softly.

He let Elrohir say his mind in silence, listening carefully. Love. It explained everything; the distraction, the lingering outside their home... He couldn't say he'd been much better, when he'd first met Celebrian. And yet there was a flicker of dread in his heart. Did his son doubt how deep his love ran?

"I have found that you simply know. Whether you admit it to yourself or not is another matter." How long had he lived denying it? Far longer than he should have. He wanted to ask who had so snared his son's heart, but he also had faith that he wouldn't need to. So he leaned just a little more against Elrohir.

"Thank you, ada." Elrohir smiled sweetly as he lowered his head. Even if they did have their differences over the long years, he always felt a deep kinship with his father. His antics with his twin never fazed Elrond for long. He prayed with all his might that love he always felt from his father never changed.

Tipping his head to look up at the elder, his eyes lit up with the fact that he knew Elrond would not brush him away. But as he had learned well from his father, it was to listen. Listen and think before you speak. Paying close attention to the other, he rolled the words over in his mind carefully.

"I suppose that is what ails me. Not that I will not admit my feelings, but wondering how accepting my kin would be of... of my unexpected feelings." Biting into his lower lip, he let out a soft sigh. "If I did not fall in love with one of Elven kind... would you still keep me as your kin?"

His eyes darkened in worry as he sought out Elrond's gaze. Waiting... hoping that the elder would not take this news poorly and he would not lose his place in Imladris.

Differences that just set each of them apart. Elrond held nothing but pride for his children. And there really wasn't all that much he and Elros hadn't done. Watching his sons and occasionally bearing the results of whatever they'd just completed sent him into memory more often than not. It was as if his brother lived on in his sons, and it was something of a bittersweet awareness, but he wouldn't have changed his choice no matter the pain of loss.

Elrond sat and listened, thinking over the words and admissions Elrohir spoke. He was proud - proud that Elrohir had admitted his love if only to himself. Proud that he was so conscious of others and how they might react. Proud and relieved that his son was talking to him, even if it had been Elrond who had gone to him.

However.

Not of the Eldar. Elrond felt his heart sink, but fought to keep his expression from reflecting it, though a faint frown appeared all the same. Was he to lose all of his children, as he had his brother?

That wasn't what was asked. He knew the answer to that question, at the least, and shifted away only to turn to better face his son, hands reaching to take Elrohir's as he met that worried gaze with nothing but fierce love in his eyes, frown fading. "You will always have my love, Elrohir, and a place here. I will never forsake you."

Because that was most likely the reason behind that question. But there was a sigh that escaped, and worry furrowed his brow. "Have you thought this through? Have you explored every possible effect of this choice?"

When Elrond seemed to sink in spirit, Elrohir felt his heart twist. He believed his ada. He believed that the love for him would not change even if there was a bitter sweetness to it that he could not understand. Not fully...

Cognitively, Elrohir knew that his father already lost too many to such a decision. But being the one possibly making such a choice made it hard to feel the pain that Elrond likely felt over it. Disregarding the the nature of their people, he reached out and took his father's hand. A small sad smile pulled at his lips as he squeezed the elder's hand.

"And I will ever and always love you, ada."

Angling his head, he lifted his head to look at his father with a sweet smile. "Ada... I know that he would not ask me for my immortality. I would not make that choice rashly..." Maybe this would be a bigger issue later when he realized the pain of mortality when he watched his love die. But then... "I love this person with all of my heart. I know this. But... I would not abandon my brother lightly and never if possible. I know... whatever pain I may suffer, grief cannot have my heart in the end, not when I know I have so much that..." Needs him? Was that his reasoning?

Ducking his head a little, he smiled in self deprecation. "I am acting young and naive..."

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