Jan 11
Follows his father around mirroring his every gesture like the world's cutest shadow.
---Maedhros is amused. Soft chuckling burrowed within his chest and slipping out here and there. A tiny, adorable shadow, so like him in so many ways, and trying his best to mimic. Maedhros is flattered. He watches and sees, and at some point decides to take a seat, patting his knee with a warm smile and the softest voice his roughened throat can give.
"Come here, my little shadow. You have been working very hard as the Lord of Himring, take a rest, hm?"
