How could he not? Fingolfin had seen how worship had turned to friendship, then to love between the pair. He looked the other way, distracted people from happening upon them {and saw Maglor doing much the same} and did what he could to give them time alone. And he pretended he knew nothing.
He smiled then, and hugged Fingon tight with a hand cradling the back of his head- just as he always had. He also knew the pain of separation, but he could never blame Anairë for staying behind with those who hadn't followed them. She had been needed there, for all his heart had broken with the painful parting.
"I think music will bolster everyone's hearts. Will you play for us?" No thanks were needed, but he knew his son's heart. Music would help everyone. Then afterward, he would take himself away to his rooms and leave the door cracked open if his son wanted company.
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Date: 2015-10-31 09:03 am (UTC)He smiled then, and hugged Fingon tight with a hand cradling the back of his head- just as he always had. He also knew the pain of separation, but he could never blame Anairë for staying behind with those who hadn't followed them. She had been needed there, for all his heart had broken with the painful parting.
"I think music will bolster everyone's hearts. Will you play for us?" No thanks were needed, but he knew his son's heart. Music would help everyone. Then afterward, he would take himself away to his rooms and leave the door cracked open if his son wanted company.