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Who: Celebrimbor & Maedhros!
What: They are moving into a new home and rebuilding old bonds.
Where: Their new house (specific, right?) and then Celebrimbor's forge.
When: Right now.
Warnings: Maybe some mention of dark pasts. They have plenty! Tolkien is known for kinslaying, torture, battle etc. etc..

His heart was healing alongside his body thanks to his father's encouragement. Daily Celebrimbor was becoming the young, vibrant Elf he used to be; aside from a faint limp and some scarring that was usually hid beneath his clothes (unless he happened to be working in his Forge). He was wearing a softer tunic, pants and boots on this day and his dark hair - which was regrowing - was drawn back into a ponytail. It was uncommon for Elves to sport pierced ears, but his were and ornamented with silver studs. Additionally he had a few necklaces around his neck and a ring or two on his fingers. All pieces had been made by him, but his true pride was the sword at his hip; he never went anywhere without it.

In the new house that his father and uncle had agreed upon, he was seeing to minor repairs, ensuring everything was fit for his family. As he worked, there was a small smile on his lips and his silver eyes glowed with contentment. Thoughts of Sauron were far, far away and he was happy being amongst family and working with his hands.

When he finished one round of hammering, he heard a creak and wondered if either Curufin or Maedhros had come home...

"Father? Uncle?" he peered down the steps, body tensing as if he was preparing for an attack. Such a reaction was second nature and only time would be able to ease it.

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Maedhros wasn't in as good shape as his nephew, though he was better than he'd been upon arriving in the cavern. He'd kept away from them until he saw and felt he could help. Now though, he would stay close.

His brother had already forgiven him for staying away. But he hadn't really spoken with his nephew alone yet, since that first day weeks ago.

His sword was at his side as always, and his remaining hand never strayed far from the hilt. Just in case. He'd managed to make repairs to his clothing, though mostly just cleaned them.

"Peace, I am here, Nephew. Could I help?"

The voice of his Uncle was unmistakable and his heart leapt to hear him. Celebrimbor knew circumstances were hard for all of them - for various reasons - but he was ready to forgive and move forward. He didn't want to be bitter. More importantly, he didn't want his father and uncle to be bitter.

He took the stairs as fast as he could, his leg griping all the way. By the time he set foot on the landing, he was rubbing his thigh to ease the cramping.

"There is little that needs to be done except making the place more hospitable."

Not for the first time, he wondered if he should fashion himself a cane. Leaning against walls and bannisters was getting old and he felt he pushed his leg too much.

"I am prepared for a respite myself. Would you like a drink?"

Maedhros was quick to step forward, ready to catch and support his nephew if Celebrimbor stumbled, and there was a small frown of concern.

"You should be gentler with yourself. Lean on me, I can manage something for us to drink while you rest." Said pot to kettle. He was just as bad at taking care of himself.

He flashed his uncle a smile at the offer, knowing better than to pass up an offer of affectionate physical contact. After enduring Sauron's torture, he both feared and longed for the simple warmth of a kind touch. By allowing himself that contact, his fear was slowly abating.

"I never have been." Celebrimbor knew his faults all too well and he wrapped an arm around Maedhros's waist as he leaned against him, "Do you think I would look good with a cane?"

Touch wasn't an easy thing for Maedhros to offer these days, but family meant everything to him. He wrapped his good, whole arm around his nephew, helping him walk to the more comfortable sitting area. A subconscious kiss was dropped to the top of Celebrimbor's head. "Neither have I," he admitted with dry humor.

"Perhaps a staff? It could double as a weapon easier than a cane."

It wouldn't even occur to Celebrimbor to harm Maedhros. He valued family highly, which was part of the reason he had separated himself from them. He had selfishly hoped the loss of him would shock them into changing. Of course that had been foolish.

Until now. The kiss made his smile grow and he rested his cheek against Maedhros's shoulder.

"I like the idea of a staff much better!" he brightened, "I could be the first Wizard-Elf!"

Nor would Maedhros attack him. Losing his brothers one by one had been horrible. To have Curufin back? And Celebrimbor? He would gladly defend them with every breath left in his body! And could, now that he was stronger.

A snicker was surprised out of him and he gave his nephew a warm squeeze. "A staff it is! I have heard you have a forge, but have not seen it. Would you show me, later?"

He had sworn to himself and Curufin that he would not force Maedhros to do anything. If he needed more time alone - for whatever reason - he could have it and, when he returned, he would have a warm home waiting for him. Celebrimbor trusted that he would come back and that, for the first time in such a long while, they were all on their individual roads of healing.

In the mean-time, he would relish the time they had together and strengthen himself so he was not a burden to anyone. The Forge was helping his muscle tone and, truly, only his leg caused him to be sluggish.

"I do." he flushed and returned the embrace, eyes closing, "I would be honored for you to see! It is not as elaborate as the one I had on Middle Earth, but it serves and I can make any weapon you need."

An effect which Maedhros appreciated, however subconsciously it may be. And now that he'd left the caves for the cavern, and the warmth that his family had shown him, along with the obvious need of him, he wouldn't leave again. He had his doubts on how safe it was to be around others, but for now it was how it would be.

He wouldn't leave them behind now. He couldn't.

He helped his nephew sit and brushed his hand over Celebrimbor's head fondly. "It does not need to be elaborate! And I wonder, here it seems more important to have better use of both arms. Could you fashion something to attach to my right?"

He breathed out a sigh of relief once he was seated, leaning into Maedhros's warm hand. The request was one he had considered - secretly - but had been too afraid to bring up directly. What if Maedhros had adapted to not having a hand and took offense if Celebrimbor offered a replacement? His uncle was perfect in his eyes with or without said appendage.

"Do you have any idea of the make? Would you like for it to be durable? Flexible? Or are you simply looking for something aesthetically pleasing?" like a carving. He was not only talented in the forge; Celebrimbor had inherited some of his grandmother's talents too and he enjoyed carving wood.

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