“I think I hear something.”
Maedhros kept behind by a few steps, watching for anyone or anything that might be following them. “Let us hope this time you are hearing what we are seeking.”
The search had gone on longer than Maedhros would have liked, but he planned not to give up this time as he had when his brother had abandoned two helpless children in the woods.
“Russandol, I see one of them!” Maglor sprinted forward, leaving his brother to cover his hastily made tracks.
When Maedhros reached his brother, he found him holding a wide-eyed elfling who was sucking on his thumb. “Where is the other?” he asked as he looked around, heart sinking.
“Playing in the waterfall,” grinned Maglor, nodding towards it.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Maedhros, Maglor, et al