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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?"

[time_willdecide]

"Very strange," one agrees.

"There are a lot of us here, now," the other comments thoughtfully. "Us, Findarato and Angarato, Tyelvo, Cano..."

[angsty_redhead]

If certain among those names inspire serious guilt and worry, he tries not to show it. "...No others?"

[time_willdecide]

"Not that we have seen."

"And for a long time it seemed to be only us and Findarato."

"Everyone else has only just arrived."