#thread (elrond)

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@noldclante / cont. X

Elrond knew this would be a mistake, but he had to try. He wasn't obligated to wrangle Maglor back into civilization, and didn't have to beg or keep asking, because it hadn't been Elrond who just up and left without any care for the feelings of others. Maglor was selfish and wallowed in his own misery to a degree that was very immature for his age, but Elrond did ask at least once for his own peace. He wasn't going to move on with the knowledge that he hadn't even tried once, even if the result was predictable and disappointing.

"I'm very sorry your brief passion project of old bothered you. Then stay right here, or wander a bit, so that I won't find you again." Not that Elrond would be looking again, but it would keep Maglor on his toes and that gave him an odd satisfaction.

And that would have been it, but Elrond didn't want to part forever without giving the other a piece of his mind. "Perhaps once you've tried thinking about what I want, instead of what you want, you might want to reconsider. Unlike the rest of my family you've managed to keep me alone, in a society that is just as foreign to me as it's to you, even while being alive and right here. And yet you still insist on keeping apart. What exactly is it that you punish me for?"

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@curufiin / cont. X

Why was he under so much pressure? He doubted that one bad meal would entice Curufin to violence, and even if that were the case, Elrond could more than defend himself. And yet he found the idea of serving Curufin something that may make him sick mortifying. "So many things can go wrong with seafood," Elrond explained. "This meal may just cause you to empty your entire stomach if the clams are rotten."

And then Curufin may suspect foul play. Ah. There was the reason why he was under so much pressure.

At his uncle's question, Elrond had to chuckle. "Oh, Elbereth, no. I thaught them how to make food." He met those peculiar golden eyes with his own grey ones. "I need to eat far more often than any elf. The small rations your brothers lived off were nowhere near enough for Elros and me. One of the first things we learned was to cook food for ourselves. However, Maedhros helped by honing our hunting skills. Everyone benefitted. We were far more self-sufficient and produced good dishes."

Deeming the clam soup ready, Elrond took a small wooden bowl and filled it. Then he handed it to Curufin carefully, as it was steaming hot. "We lack salt and have to rely on the fresh ocean taste of the clams themselves."