"I thought you may want the extra layer," Fingon said with a smile as he was pulled closer. For those who had survived the ice, often the cold was imagined to be worse with the echo of vivid memories which did not fade with time. He relaxed in his father's embrace, wrapping his arms around him in return. The winter months always made him seek out his father's comfort more than usual.
Sometimes he could tell that he was more like his father than his other siblings but he didn't want to put himself above them. Argon, Aredhel, and Turgon all deserved love as well. "The fires are burning warm now, I believe we should have enough wood for at least a week if not a little longer now."
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Date: 2015-10-31 07:39 am (UTC)Sometimes he could tell that he was more like his father than his other siblings but he didn't want to put himself above them. Argon, Aredhel, and Turgon all deserved love as well. "The fires are burning warm now, I believe we should have enough wood for at least a week if not a little longer now."