Fingolfin hugged his eldest close, warmer with the embrace than any number of layers could give. And he did love each of his children, fiercely and without reservation. He doubted none of them their ability to lead well should he pass.
He dropped a kiss to the top of his son's head then turned back to look out, arm still curled gently around Fingon. "And enough food to last the month." They had a large number of mouths to feed, but everyone helped out.
"I hear the patrols brought back word of a cousin of yours." He didn't look to see his son's reaction. Maedhros, for all that he was his father's son, was one he was proud to call family. "Is he well?"
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Date: 2015-10-31 07:57 am (UTC)He dropped a kiss to the top of his son's head then turned back to look out, arm still curled gently around Fingon. "And enough food to last the month." They had a large number of mouths to feed, but everyone helped out.
"I hear the patrols brought back word of a cousin of yours." He didn't look to see his son's reaction. Maedhros, for all that he was his father's son, was one he was proud to call family. "Is he well?"