Spellcheck hates this so much. Heehee. This is actually part of an AU I experimented with. In it, Maglor is born blind. The events of the story are the same as canon, because Maglor gets around via Super Elf Senses (TM), which is why I ended up abandoning the idea, but this fic was good enough that I decided to post it.

Fëanáro comes back from the forge to a suspiciously quiet home. Maitimo, Tyelkormo and Atarinke are out hunting with Findekàno and Írissë on a hunting trip, but he should be hearing the Ambarussa running around, and Makalaurë's harp.

He walks past the kitchen and into the dining room, wondering if this is some sort of prank. Then he spots his children in the family room. Makalaurë is curled up on the corner of the couch, Ambarussa in his lap. Blind grey eyes glazed in sleep and black hair tousled and falling over his shoulders, Makalaurë looks very protective. "They've been like that for hours."

Fëanáro jumps. He had been so focused on the scene in front of him that he hadn't heard Nerdanel's approach. She wraps her arms around his waist. "I came in from my studio and found them like this. Aren't they cute?"

"Indeed they are." Makalaurë is relaxed and curled around the twins, who are cuddled against his chest Fëanáro murmurs, "If I was a painter…"

"I suppose we'll have to tell the story again and again in replacement."

"Ata?" Makalaurë asks as he stirs, curling himself tighter around Ambarussa. "Yes, tuilin, it's me. Ammë too."

"Don't just stand there…" Makalaurë mumbles, uncurling and stretching. "Come sit down." He pats the space beside him. Fëanáro chuckles and sits down, pulling Pityo, identifiable by the blue tunic as opposed to green, into his lap. Nerdanel sits down next to Fëanáro, pulling Telvo into her lap. Makalaurë snuggles close to his mother. "You're warm…" he mumbles sleepily.

Maitimo bursts through the door, followed by Tyelkormo, Curufinwë, Findekáno and Írissë. "Ammë! Atar! We're home!" There's no answer, surprisingly, and the house is almost alarmingly quiet. Ambarussa don't come racing in to hear their cousins and siblings stories, and there is no sound of music, which is even stranger.

"Where is everyone?" Findekáno asks curiously.

"I don't know," Tyelkormo says carelessly. "have you checked the family room?"

The five of them traipse as quietly as possible into the family room, and Tyelkormo spots them with his sharp, hunt-trained eyes first, all asleep on the couch next to the hearth.

Fëanáro and Nerdanel are sitting on the couch, Makalaurë in between them, and each of them has half of Ambarussa on their laps. Nerdanel has her head on Fëanáro's shoulder, and Makalaurë has his arms around his brothers, whose hands are joined in front of his chest.

Írissë takes a step forward to get a closer look at the scene, and on reflex, Tyelkormo sticks his foot out. Írissë's eyes widen and she lets out a high pitched cry that she will later deny making as she topples over and lands right on Fëanáro's foot.

The Spirit of Fire's eyes shoot open and he gives a strangled grunt. Írissë looks up at her uncle nervously, but all he does is say, "Don't do that again." Then he shifts position, muttering something about, "Too early to deal with this."

Maitimo has to leave the room before letting out a maniacal laugh.

Yeah, not much happens. But it's fluff, and ai, Eru Iluvatar, does the Silmarillion need fluff. If you have questions, leave a comment or PM me and I'll do my best to answer them! Stay safe and stay positive!