{He feels flushed with warmth and he covers the hands on his cheeks. The kiss earns a grin and Thranduil steals another because he can. What other reason does he need?}

They are grey and tattered, love. The present is bright around you; it would be a shame for you to ignore it.

{Ah yes, this comes with having children too. He continues to kiss the side of Maglor's head while he sees to the tiny creature. The squirrel immediately registers Maglor's scent and the small body relaxes.}

Your bond is fragile and new, but you have been accepted. Cradle this small fëa, Maglor, and you will be rewarded with his companionship.