Trinkets by Independence1776

Maglor and Elrond ficlet

What it says on the tin. Written for Winterwitch in Fandom_Stocking 2014. Ficlet. Rated General.

Maglor looked up from his paperwork when a knock sounded on the door. It opened and Elrond poked his head around it. “May I join you?”

“If you’re quiet.”

Elrond slipped into the study, shutting the door behind him. “I brought a book.” He pulled it out from under his arm and curled up in the window seat overlooking the snow-covered village green, somewhat awkwardly due to the sling on his right arm.

“You wish you could have gone hunting orcs with Elros and Maedhros, don’t you?”

Elrond nodded. “But there will always be more opportunities. And new books are rare.”

So that was the book he had. Maglor had already read it, but it had disappeared from the shelf this morning. He didn’t think Maedhros had taken it, given the puzzled look he’d caught his brother giving the empty space. “That they are.”

“I hope I enjoy it.”

Given his foster son’s voracious appetite for history, Maglor had no doubt. “You likely will.”

Elrond grinned.