Emboldened, he kept inching closer until their knees nudged together. He unconsciously made a face, wrinkling nose and mouth as he entwined their fingers and clasped Fingon's hand with both of his.

"You speak as if you doubt I wish another, when I still cannot see myself with any but you." Fingon had ruined him for anyone else. "The only question is...will you still have me?" The question he'd been afraid to ask since his rebirth and return to Tirion.