[ So many details most people miss. Even when they believe they pay attention, things get missed.
But Thranduil and Maglor are different. Maglor notices each effort, and while he doesn't always understand the reason or thought behind it, he ends up enjoying it one way or another. Gentle or rough.
He likes seeing the other so relaxed. He leans in to take the bite, eating absently on the various fruits placed before them. No hurry. ]
{Maglor is kinder for what he has endured. Thranduil honors that change in him. This son of Fëanor is as different from his father as a star is to a rock. At least where it counts.
He chooses the best of the fare and offers it openly to Maglor, happy to feed him. Of course he enjoys the meal too, taking delicate bites, his gaze rarely leaving his husband.}
Do you like them? We use them sometimes when grapes are scarce for wine.
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But Thranduil and Maglor are different. Maglor notices each effort, and while he doesn't always understand the reason or thought behind it, he ends up enjoying it one way or another. Gentle or rough.
He likes seeing the other so relaxed. He leans in to take the bite, eating absently on the various fruits placed before them. No hurry. ]
And the pomegranates, I suppose?
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He chooses the best of the fare and offers it openly to Maglor, happy to feed him. Of course he enjoys the meal too, taking delicate bites, his gaze rarely leaving his husband.}
Do you like them? We use them sometimes when grapes are scarce for wine.