Maglor
It had been a few nights by now. Maglor lay on his cot, letting his thoughts wander, when Elrond sat up in bed. A small hand reached out in the dark and found a large one. Maglor squeezed reassuringly.
Elrond squeezed back. The night was chilly, and Maglor borrowed down into his cocoon of blankets. Elrond's breathing slowed again. Maglor's thoughts went back to wandering.
"Maglor?"
"Yes?"
"I need to wee."
Maglor sighed.
Five minutes and Maglor was standing outside the water closet, listening to Elrond hum to himself. There was a creak of wood as Elrond got up.
Maglor heard the splash of water in the bowl. He stepped inside as Elrond placed the bar of soap back onto the counter. Elrond's feet hopped back and forth on the stone tile as he dried his hands on his shirt.
Maglor gestured with his finger. "Something wrong?"
Elrond looked up. "The floor is cold."
Maglor squatted down. "Here, I'll carry you back."
Elrond's weight in Maglor's arms was warm and strangely comforting. Amrod, he remembered. I used to carry him back to bed like this. Maglor's throat suddenly burned. He blinked quickly before Elrond could notice the tears. Not that Maglor need have worried. Elrond was quickly falling back asleep.
They reached the boys' room and Maglor gently lowered Elrond onto the bed. One hand scratched the boy's head as the other tucked the sheets around both children again. Acting out of habit, Maglor leaned over and kissed his forehead goodnight.
Maglor froze.
Elrond yawned and snuggled deeper into his pillow. Elros kept snoring lightly.
Moving quietly so as not to wake the boys, Maglor climbed back onto his cot and fell asleep.