The weather outside is stormy and windy, and the wind can be heard echoing through the entire palace. The small family are sitting around the fireplace in one of the smaller rooms, Elros and Elrond both cuddled into one of each of their Fathers. The two boys are mean to be asleep, but they were woken by the storm, and are now terrified to be left alone. Maedhros sighs, pulls Elros even tighter into his embrace, and turns to Maglor.

Maedhros: "Káno, why don't you sing the little ones a lullaby?"

Maglor: "That... Could work. Thank you, Nelya."

Elrond pulls away from Maglor for a second, smiling a bit more.

Elrond: "Are you gonna sing us a song, Ada?"

Elros: "Yeah! Do what Atar said and sing us a song, Ada!"