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[twilightminstrel]

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[bythewaves]

Ten years is very little, to an elf, and Maglor knows that as surely as the tide rolls back in that Dearon will find his way to him.

There's a little house by the sea, nothing fancy, but it's dry and it's comfortable, and there's space for two. Maglor's outside, perched on the rocks overlooking the sea when he hears it, the Wood coming to the Sea, and he lifts his voice in joy, voice twining around Daeron's in welcome.

[twilightminstrel]

Always. Daeron's grown used to feeling freer when he drifts back to Maglor. Why wouldn't he continue?

Just hearing the other voice joining his raises his spirits, and he almost smiles as he spies the cozy little house. But he knows just where Maglor is waiting, and goes there instead. He comes around and leaps up onto the rocks before sitting beside the other elf, sac coming to rest at his feet.

"I went to France," 'again' goes unsaid. "Paris only grows dirtier," his voice twists wryly, almost sadly. "But the museums remain an amusing visit."

[bythewaves]

Maglor smiles a greeting, reaching a welcome hand to the other.

"I did enjoy the Louvre. Did you travel far afield from Paris itself?"

[twilightminstrel]

He takes it, fingers warming as their fingers curl together.

"Mm, went to Nice on the circuit back." Of course he took the long way back. "I let myself get lost in the Louvre." What other way is there to see it?

[bythewaves]

Maglor's fingers tangle fondly with his and he laughs.

"You always do. Did you frighten the night watchman again?"

[twilightminstrel]

He grins at the laugh, unrepentant.

"They forget I'm there by morning." Meaning of course he did.

[bythewaves]

"But they dream of grey woods and nightingales for weeks after?" Maglor teases fondly.

"Did you inspire another few poets?"

[twilightminstrel]

"They are not bad dreams!" He feigns a pout, though the mirth in his eyes ruins the effort.

"You have been slacking no less than I, I am sure!"

[bythewaves]

Maglor laughs.

"There may be a few more with the sea in their dreams now." He acknowledges.

"And a few tales in the local pub of sirens"

[twilightminstrel]

Daeron leans against the other elf with a light laugh.

"The sirens never could resist you," he teases. Not that he can really blame them!

[bythewaves]

Maglor nudges him companionably.

"No more than they would be able to resist you!" He retorts with a smug smile.

"But I have reasons to stay on land instead of following the Sea."

[twilightminstrel]

He prods him in turn.

"Shall we sing to them together?" They can't help but enjoy an audience.

Daeron smiles faintly, gently. "Just as I have reasons to go by the sea, rather than stay solely to land."

[bythewaves]

He laughs;

"We will ruin them for everything else!"

He hums softly, fondly. "I am glad. Here where the ocean meets the land."

[twilightminstrel]

He smirks, shifting to fold legs and face the other elf, elbows resting on knees comfortably.

"Do you claim you haven't already done so?"

Daeron keeps loose hold of Maglor's hand, unwilling to completely let go in this first period of reunited. "There's an undeniable pull and connection between the two."

[bythewaves]

"One song alone is not as great as two." He smiles, shifting to match him.

"The Sea needs the Wood to complete the melody."