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Elros appears — hair half-unbraided, clad only in trousers. “If it isn’t the return of the Noldor,” he jeers, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded.

Snarling, Maglor stalks closer. Maedhros keeps his distance. "Out,” Maglor commands. “Now.”

“Get fucked,” Elros says, his Quenya perfectly accented. Elrond blinks; he never realized Elros paid Maglor’s lessons attention. “You heard me, you murderous bastards,” Elros says, unintimidated. "Fuck off and take your jewel-fetish with you. I've got something you can swear on – ”

Maglor lunges but Maedhros is quicker, and he pulls him back.

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Given his first taste of freedom, Elros pushes his limits.