Centuries had dragged on for Fingon in Valinor. He was happy to be reunited with his family but at the same it felt empty. On one hand, he knew that Maedhros most likely was either in the Halls or still alive so he tried to assure himself that it was alright.
Each day dragged on though and each day he felt his heart getting heavier. He knew he shouldn't be selfish but he couldn't help it. He didn't want to accept an eternity without his other half.
He had noticed that others seemed to go out of their way to include him at gatherings and he wondered just how much they suspected. Fingon kept his feelings close to his heart though.
Fingon felt his heart stop again when his uncle had approached him one day to tell him the news. His first reaction was to want to run to Maedhros, to see him once more and catch him up into his arms but something made him pause.
What if Maedhros was angry at him? Disappointed? He hadn't been strong enough to hold out. He felt so caught up, wandering the halls in Tirion.
Yet it was inevitable that they should cross paths and one day Fingon turned a corner to come face to face with an Elf who was very familiar to him, despite his smaller size. "Maedhros..."
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Date: 2016-03-20 09:45 am (UTC)Each day dragged on though and each day he felt his heart getting heavier. He knew he shouldn't be selfish but he couldn't help it. He didn't want to accept an eternity without his other half.
He had noticed that others seemed to go out of their way to include him at gatherings and he wondered just how much they suspected. Fingon kept his feelings close to his heart though.
Fingon felt his heart stop again when his uncle had approached him one day to tell him the news. His first reaction was to want to run to Maedhros, to see him once more and catch him up into his arms but something made him pause.
What if Maedhros was angry at him? Disappointed? He hadn't been strong enough to hold out. He felt so caught up, wandering the halls in Tirion.
Yet it was inevitable that they should cross paths and one day Fingon turned a corner to come face to face with an Elf who was very familiar to him, despite his smaller size. "Maedhros..."