It was moments like these when Fingon could have sworn that his father knew the truth of what was between him and Maedhros. He hugged his father then, tightly as he buried his face against his father's shoulder. It had been his custom since he was a young elf and even now it was a comforting, familiar habit.
"Thank you, ada," he murmured as he looked up at his father. He suspected his father felt the pain he felt when he and Maedhros were separated. There had been many nights when Fingon had had to wipe away tears away quickly when his father had come into his room or needed him somewhere.
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Date: 2015-10-31 08:38 am (UTC)"Thank you, ada," he murmured as he looked up at his father. He suspected his father felt the pain he felt when he and Maedhros were separated. There had been many nights when Fingon had had to wipe away tears away quickly when his father had come into his room or needed him somewhere.