A good choice. {Thranduil ties off the braid with a ribbon and then he draws Maglor into his arms. There is urgency with one so little, he understands, but while they sleep, Maglor should rest too. That is where his husband comes in, surely! What is there to fear?

Turning his head, he kisses one of his beloved's pointed ears, nuzzling the very tip.}

I do not fear you not hearing them. They will call to you for nourishment and comfort. As long as you answer them, they will continue to be quite vocal as they grow.