Soon the world will come to life as the weather warms. I cannot recall seeing a sea in Spring; that is an experience I wish to share with you.

{And a tiny crab - who hopefully grows mighty enough that Thranduil feels safe putting him on the sand with his fellows. He is protective by nature and once his heart is involved, he can be hurt easily. Maglor has not hurt him. The past tears and stings and frightens him, yet they must move on. If there is goodness in the Fëanorian line, he is prepared to cultivate it with the same care he shows his rescues.

Though shame needn't be part of it! Thranduil laughs again at Maglor's stance, running greedy hands down his husband's chest and up his back.}

I will protect you. {From himself if necessary.} You have walked alone for generations. No more, love.