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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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A shift of languages the loremaster can easily hear. It's a comfortable place, though he knows he won't stay long. He's still needed, elsewhere. But a grace-period has been gifted him.

Elrond hears the familiar footsteps (always in a hurry!) and that familiar feel of his twin approaching has him relaxing slightly even as he prepares himself to catch Elros into a tight embrace. His brother's never lied to him, so if he wrote he wasn't angry anymore, then he wasn't.

"Elros" he responds softly, but with no less joy.

"I would have come sooner, but there was some trouble I needed to help settle." Filthy orcs. And the usual disagreements between his king and King Oropher.

Elros slams into his brother, certain that he will be caught, his own arms tight around him.

They've not been apart long enough to truly age, but the first signs are there, the laugh lines around his eyes that weren't there before. But his arms are still strong, his hair still as dark as Elrond's own.

"Oropher being an ass again? Want me to cone back and punch him?"

And caught he is! Elrond holds him tight, not even pushing him back to take a look at him just yet. It's enough for the moment to feel his twin and know he's right there where he belongs. For now.

His lips twitch at the very real threat and he considers it for a long moment before sighing out almost a laugh. "He is, but that should not be what brings you back." He knows his brother won't turn from his new path, as much as Elrond wishes he would.

Finally he shoves his brother away just enough to look him over, though keeps hands on his shoulders to keep him near. "I can stay until your child is born," because he knows Elros wants to know.

Elros sighs sadly. "Oh, I see, you want to save all the punching for yourself!" He chuckles and leans against his brother fondly until they're both ready to let go.

"Good, because I was going to forbid any ships to carry you back until then anyway." He says cheerfully, and slings an arm around Elrond's shoulders.

"Come on, I'll show you to your rooms and then we can go exploring."

"I leave any punching to my lord Gil-Galad," he responds lightly.

Elrond wraps an arm around his brother's waist in return, not yet ready to completely let go. "I came by merchant vessel, they know not to wait for me. When it is time for me to go, a ship will be provided." Such is his arrangement. But also because he knows speaking as he did will needle his brother.

He's missed him.

"I have rooms here?" He supposes he should've expected that, but...they've been apart so long, he's not used to...this.

"Cousin Gil-Galad is too polite to punch anyone though." Elros retorts and suggests; "You don't have to actually physically punch him. You were perfectly able to come up with non-violent means of revenge when we were younger, you can't be that rusty."

"I'm the King, I will tell them to go away too." He waggles his eyebrows at Elrond fondly.

"Of course you do. A nice big family suite, for when you finally get around to stop making moon-eyes at that daughter of Aunt Galadriel's."

"You have yet to see him displeased enough," he answers with a slight grin. "Generally courtesy of King Oropher." Elrond nudges Elros pointedly, feeling the loneliness lighten just by being back with his brother. "If you give away my secrets, little brother, I will turn them upon you." He mock threatens.

And doesn't quite roll his eyes at him. "Not all of them, Elros."

...And that's totally not a blush on his cheeks. NOPE! Denied! "You do realize how quickly I would be maimed where that true." ...Doom.

"So are you telling me that Oropher is even worse than our erstwhile carers in Gil-Galad's eyes?" Oooh he's going to be able to hold this over their cousin's head FOREVER.

"And I am older than you!"

By seconds, Elros.

That is totally a blush. "Oooh, so you do like her. Should I write Aunty? As a ... concerned relative, of course!"