His eldest had always been kind and cared more about others than himself. Fingolfin was so very proud of him- of all his children, but Fingon above the rest. He tried not to favor one child above the rest like his own father had, having learned that lesson first hand. There was no need for a repeat.
Of all his children, Fingon had been the one who followed his every move the most- when the boy wasn't being entertained by Nelyafinwë. He always knew when any of his children were near, even more so when they attempted stealth!
Fingolfin finally turned, gaze torn at the last moment and coming to rest on Fingon with a hand raised in invitation. "How can I be cold when I have such a son as you?" When Fingon was near, instead of reaching for the robe he curled an arm around his son's shoulders to hold him close.
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Date: 2015-10-31 07:34 am (UTC)Of all his children, Fingon had been the one who followed his every move the most- when the boy wasn't being entertained by Nelyafinwë. He always knew when any of his children were near, even more so when they attempted stealth!
Fingolfin finally turned, gaze torn at the last moment and coming to rest on Fingon with a hand raised in invitation. "How can I be cold when I have such a son as you?" When Fingon was near, instead of reaching for the robe he curled an arm around his son's shoulders to hold him close.