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👀 + Beren has definitely thought about asking Finrod to help learn to please his future wife. The fantasy is suspiciously highly detailed.

Finrod is breathing quite hard, trying to make sense of the fantasy and trying to formulate some good advice. It is some time before he manages anything but a stutter, blushing heavily and playing with his hair.

"Yes, that - that would... would probably do it, my friend! Let us practise all the same... for Lúthien... of course..."

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The promise seemed to soothe the little prince, who immediately settled and ceased his squirming. The sensation of the magic in his hair tingled and he giggled, before turning his head again to gaze at her over his shoulder.

Will you teach me how to make magic?

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@pxnxply “Sit still, little bird.” Melian laughed gently, retrieving the comb from where she had dropped it. His hair was so fine, so smooth in her hands, and she was filled with the memory of brushing her daughter’s hair when she was small. It brought a painful joy to her heart. “We have to brush it, or it will tangle.”

Elurín huffed and sat back down obediently in her lap, silver eyes blinking up at her. Not a word left his lips, but the little boy demonstrated his disapproval with the look on his face.

Still, he sat still, lips pursed and ears slightly lowered.

It tugs on my hair, he thought miserably, hoping his great grandmother would hear him.

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Elurín cuddled up to Beren, content to sit quietly with his grandfather for a little while; he'd like a story, but he knew that sometimes dâd got tired and couldn't talk for long. That was alright, Elurín just liked to be with him, and he liked to nap as well, being only three.

"Bear!" Came the enthusiastic cheer, though quiet, eyes shining as he gazed up at Beren. "Yes please, bear!"

He liked bears.

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@pxnxply The winter was bitter this year, and Beren had stocked the house of Tol Galen with plenty of wood. Having set another log on the fire, he sat down on the soft chair by its edge, knees creaking. With a smile, he lifted his young grandson onto his lap, wrapping the blanket around both of them. “There. Warm enough, little one?”

Elurín hated the cold. While he was happy to play in the snow for a little bit with Eluréd and Elwing, he was typically the first to tire of it and wish to return indoors to a cosy fire. He simply seemed to feel it more than the rest of his family. Or at least, he certainly complained more.

As Beren lifted him into his lap, Elurín snuggled into the old man, fingers seeking to tuck under the others shirt to steal the others body heat. "This is better," he confessed, wide silver eyes peering out of the bundle, creasing with a growing smile. "Thank you dâd..."

A yawn could be heard shortly thereafter, muffled by the thick blanket. "Can you tell me a story about your adventures?"