[ a brief, sharp glance to the locket, unseen. he is not the high king-- has not been in many years. even so, a reminder doesn't stop maglor from referring to him as such, so he doesn't bother addressing it.
instead, he shifts at the mention of celegorm. he's heard from others that celegorm was slain, that he's dead--
his eyes widen, stunned, at the news that he's still alive. for a moment, he can hardly contain his joy, fist pressing hard against his mouth to keep sound from escaping. in all else that has happened, at least he has this, his brothers, his mother. and he does not have to mourn celegorm a second time. ]
He lives. He lives. Ai, I thought-- [ a trembling breath. ] It is enough, for now. Makalaure, it is enough that you both live.
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instead, he shifts at the mention of celegorm. he's heard from others that celegorm was slain, that he's dead--
his eyes widen, stunned, at the news that he's still alive. for a moment, he can hardly contain his joy, fist pressing hard against his mouth to keep sound from escaping. in all else that has happened, at least he has this, his brothers, his mother. and he does not have to mourn celegorm a second time. ]
He lives. He lives. Ai, I thought-- [ a trembling breath. ] It is enough, for now. Makalaure, it is enough that you both live.