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[angsty_redhead]

Meet another (yes) Elf: tall, red-haired, more than lost. This one finds himself at the edge of the wood as though waking from a deep sleep, or entering a dream. Only once he realises he's standing upright, standing at all, does he stumble, slump against a tree. Unusually, maybe, he catches himself on his forearm, not yet recognizing an extra

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[time_willdecide]

A certain set of Twins, with hair matching Maedhros's, freeze as they come around the side of the tree and see the traumitized Elf. They're silent a moment, they saw how Maglor was when he arrived and they've heard of their nephew's condition from Finrod, they're afraid to make it worse if their eldest brother is in as poor condition, but...brother.

One steps forward, the other hangs back slightly behind his twin's shoulder, a little more uncertain. "...Maitimo?"

[angsty_redhead]

He looks at them blankly for a moment, before focus and recognition seem to slide into place. When it does, he does not look surprised to see them -- he isn't. He's dead, they're dead, it all makes sense.

"...Ambarussa." He says it slowly, as though it's been some time since his mouth formed the word. Maybe it has.

[time_willdecide]

"Russandol." They're relieved that he seems in better shape than Maglor or Celebrimbor and smile as they go over to him. "It's good to see you."

[angsty_redhead]

Remind me to write-- fic, or something, with Maglor here, he should be extra-traumatised.

"It is?" He's honestly confused by that. 'Happy to see me' isn't exactly in his mental phrasebook anymore. "...And you. Both of you--." He reaches out to touch, lightly, first one -- the first to die -- then the other, most recently lost. He's frank, unhesitant, open, but only because he's still in a weird place from dying.

[time_willdecide]

They return the touches, a hand on his shoulder, his arm. "It is." The openness may be a little surprising but neither will remark on it.

[angsty_redhead]

That's a broken Mae, apparently: calm and blank and missing all the sharpness that made him so capable and dangerous and ultimately scaryinsane. He pushes himself farther away from the tree, again with his forearm, again failing to pay attention, and surveys them quietly. The warmth of his sentiment at seeing them, both, together is a little muted, but genuine. Softly: "How do my brothers?"

[time_willdecide]

They can see that blunted edge, and it bothers Pityo most, having seen him in action for hundreds of years. He's only seen his brother broken down once before, the memory makes his eyes stray to where the stump should be, and he freezes. "We are well, brother," answers his twin as Pityo reaches forward. "How do you fare?"

Pityo's hand brushes against Mae's, the hand that shouldn't be there, as if testing that it is real before taking it between both of his own and raising his head to stare at his brother.

[angsty_redhead]

Any reply he would have given trails off at this, and he stares down at the bundle of hands. "...Oh." There's hesitancy now, certainly, as he slowly turns his hand in Pityo's; speaks softly, mostly to himself. "I didn't think of that--."

[time_willdecide]

He smiles, squeezing his brother's hand. "There are worse ways to be surprised." He's not too surprised, weird things happen around here.

[angsty_redhead]

After a moment he pulls his hand away, flexes his fingers, wondering if it should feel as natural as it does. "Yes. It makes sense, really."

[time_willdecide]

He nods. "Strange things do happen here." Including being here, really. "Will you come inside?" He gestures back toward the Mansion.

[angsty_redhead]

He's just assuming it's some weird brand of heretofore unmentioned guilttastic afterlife, really. Those Valar, huh? He looks up towards the building. "Very well."

[time_willdecide]

With Tolkien it's probably not out of the question, one of them puts a hand lightly on Mae's shoulder and the bookends fall in on either side of him as they turn to start back

[angsty_redhead]

He goes with them, calm but silent on the way. His proper presence of mind isn't home right now, we're sorry, please call back later, and he isn't the most talkative. He's simply waiting for whatever comes next.

[time_willdecide]

One of them moves a few steps ahead as they get to the door to let them into the Mansion, which is probably a bit different than what he was expecting as well. "You will need a room, too, I think, but that can wait if you want."

[angsty_redhead]

Yeah, really. Even when you lack any real expectation, things so totally outside of your experience will still evoke some surprise. "It can wait." He's busy looking around. "Strange place."