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“Brother’s privilege, twins!” Celegorm called with a diabolic smile and slipped easily onto a shell couch.
Maglor protested, but he barely managed to lift up both little boys before strong, muscular arms had embraced him and squeezed his waist.
“Celegorm!”
“What is brother’s privilege?” Confused Elrond asked, looking down from the height of Maglor’s arm. His uncle smiled wide with his sharp, pointy teeth.
“It means that I am tired after hunting and because we are brothers, I demand Maglor’s tail to be my pillow now to rest! Haha!”
“Don’t listen to him,” Maglor shook his head. “He is stupid.”
“You still love me.”
“False accusation,” Maglor informed and moved slightly, searching for a better position. It was less comfortable to have the tail squeezed by a man, a big merfolk instead of two little, lovely babies.
Elros and Elrond, as most baby merfolks, were still tiny. Easy to keep in arms by Maglor, easy to pamper and love. Their blue tails were only a little darker than his one, but they both had the same, gray color of eyes. As for babies that were barely related to him, sometimes he couldn’t keep his joy about how much similarities existed.
Elrond and Elros were silent for a while, clearly talking in their minds. They probably tried to understand the concept of Celegorm’s demands and so-called privilege.
They were smart boys, Maglor was babysitting them often enough to know.
Celegorm was almost asleep, when Elros swam down from behind Maglor’s arm. He tug his little hands in silvery hair, helping himself with balance.
“Uncle,” he spoke in a lovely, very serious voice.
“Hmmm?” Celegorm opened one eye to look at him. “What do you want, baby?”
“I am baby,” Elros agreed in a way which looked as if he did made a very important statement. “And Elrond is a baby too.”
“Yeah, you both are tiny, fragile and edible. What with it?”
“Baby’s privilege,” Elrond swam down. He lost control and clumsily grabbed other strand of Celegorm’s hair to not collide.
“What you two wants now?” Celegorm, a little surprised, lifted an eyebrow up.
“Baby’s privilege!” Elros announced out loud and then swam down, pushing himself under Celegorm’s arm. Elrond followed him.
“Hey!” Celegorm protested. “I will not keep you during a nap! Go away!”
Twins chuckled, finding themselves comfortable position between Celegorm’s chest and arm, where no one would disturb them.
“You are trapped now,” Maglor smiled, amused, looking down at his brother’ sleepy face. “Come on. You are sleeping with arms crossed anyway. Why not let them have a nap with you?”
Younger made a grumpy sound, but did not change the position.
“Good brother,” Maglor praised.