English isn't my native language, so I'm sorry for the faults.

Day 1:

Maedhros :

Maitimo was only a child when his parents announced the news. At the time, he didn't know how to take it, thinking he has done something serious so they announce something like that. But no matter how he think about it, he couldn't see what he did for his parents to wish to have another child...

Quickly, their neighbours were aware of the "good news" and all congratulated his parents for their new child. Not a day passed without somebody hailing one of his parents when they went out outside, either to give them a present, or to take news or to give a piece of advice, often ridiculous and strange (how the fish could be dangerous? Frankly, the adults worry for nothing).

It's from the fourth month of pregnancy that things changed. It was at first small changes, as the preparation of clothes, but it didn't surprise Maitimo because his father had multiple talents, of which the sewing. No, what suprised him was the size of clothes, too small for him. He didn't know for whom it was until his mother, who made sculptures in clay rather than stone since a month, passed in the living room and exclaimed that these clothes would be absolutely adorable on their second son. A strange sensation settled down in the stomach of Maitimo by hearing these words.

In the following weeks, the room next to Maitimo was emptied of its contents and painting and tile-laying took place. The walls were painted blue, reminiscent of the sea while his were red like fire, and ancient yellow marble slabs were laid on the floor. If this work deranged him a little, seeing his childhood furniture to be installed in the room didn't pass at all and he let it know with a lot of fit of anger.

- Maitimo! That's enough now ! Cried his mother.

- You can't do that! There are my belongings!

- This furniture are no longer your size since years and you aren't worried about what happened to them. As for the toys, you stopped to play with them since a long time.

- So what?! That remains my belongings not his!

- But Maitimo, these are just worthless objects...

- So atto and you no longer love me? He asked, his eyes filled with tears.

- Wh-what?!

- Like haru Finwe, you will forget me for him? I hate you! He yelled before he run away from home.

Some knocks were given on the door and this one opened immediately. Mahtan took one look at his former apprentice, whose facial features were pulled by the fear and fatigue, a sign that he probably hadn't slept much on the way to get here and that he stood only by pure stubbornness and concern.

- I screwed up, right?

- A little, but Nerdanel could have chosen better words also, replied Mahtan by clearing the passage to allow Fëanor to enter.

- I didn't give him the best example either.

- Your situation and the one of Maitimo isn't the same. You became the eldest of a troop child who shares half of your blood and you're the only one in this case, so you have no one to help you with this problem, while Maitimo will have a brother, and I hope others, who have the same blood as him. Just that, it changes things. Children who don't want siblings are much more common, he explained while leading his son-in-law in front of a door, It's not too late to remedy the situation, he said, opening the door of the room where slept Maitimo.

It's the sound of a heart beat and a slow, steady breathing which woke him. Opening with difficulty his eyes, he found himself facing a chest. Going back up slowly with his gaze on the travel wrinkled clothes, he saw his father's face, eyes closed, a sign of extreme fatigue. Maitimo felt a little guilty seeing him like that, but he crushed that feeling, not wanting to lose the battle to come. However, he was still a child and he leaned against his father, absorbing heat he gave off. Slowly, an arm passed behind his back and pulled him a little closer to his father. He tried to struggle but his father was too strong for him, and soon he found himself blocked against his chest. Soon enough, he finally gave up and began to sulk, while his father stroked his hair. Then the voice of his father resounded in the room, telling the story of a boy who lost his mother shortly after his birth. For ten years, the husband mourned for his wife, but eventually falls in love with another one and he asked the gods permission to marry her. They agreed and the widower remarried, to the great displeasure of the child. And finally, the new wife got pregnant and many people thought that her child would be the next heir, and not the son of the first marriage. The child became afraid and began to hate the unborn baby as well as his stepmother, being afraid of losing his place in the heart of his father.

Maitimo listened his father telling him about how the child grows up with this shadow, this constant fear and how he found refuge in his master. He told him how the child, become an adult, fell in love with the most beautiful elf he had ever seen and their union. Then came the most beautiful day for them, when they discovered they would be parents. But soon the fear came back into the heart of the elf. He began to fear more and more the day of delivery, not wanting his child to live the same as him: grow up without a mother. But in the end, everything goes well and the little family lived happily. When the parents learned that they were going to have another child, the elf thought to die from happiness. But his joy was incomplete because his first son was unhappy and the elf didn't know what to do.

- What should do this elf according to you? Feanor asked having finished his story.

For a long moment there was only silence. Then his son turned in his arms and wrapped his own around his neck.

- I love you Maitimo, never doubt it, breathed Fëanor as he kissed the hair of his son who was crying softly.

With curiosity he watched this little being who would be his little brother from today. Haru Mahtan had told him that the color of the eye of the baby would possibly change in the coming months when he said that the newborn had the same blue eyes as his father. Amme, atto and haru had all three laughed when he said that the baby was really small and had explained that he was even smaller when he was born, which he refused to believe. When his father told him to come, he approached him slowly, keeping an eye on the baby sleeping in the arms of his father, and sat down on the bed where t his parents were. Gently, his mother put her arms around him and settled him comfortably against her, while his father approached him and... put the baby in his arms! Taken by surprise, he completely stopped breathing and moving, while his father correctly placed the toddler in his arms. At the same time, the baby opened his eyes, surely to find out why he was not rocked any more and in the warm, and watched him. Slowly, a smile appeared on the lips of Maitimo and he smiled in turn, murmuring:

- Welcome in the family, Makalaurë ...

Hope you like it and see you tomorrow !