The day is warm and sunny, and the two are sitting under a free in Maedhros's private garden, having a picnic. Neither of them are properly dressed, as it's one of Maglor's not-so-good days, and he had to be carried outside by Maedhros, meaning that they're both still in their sleep clothes. Currently, he's leaning against Maedhros's shoulder, whilst the older elf slowly feeds him small amounts of food, and gently runs his hands through his hair. Maglor sighs quietly.

Maedhros: "Káno... How do you feel now? Any better?"

Maglor: "Mmm... A little bit better... It's lovely today, isn't it..."

They sit in content silence for a while, and Maedhros gently starts to braid Maglor's hair, as it's fully unbound from where he has been sleeping... A little while later, Maglor jumps slightly for a second, then his face lights up...

Maedhros: "You alright, Laurë?"

Maglor: "The babies are kicking again..."