"I will, that would be nice." Fingon suspected the music wasn't for others but for Fingon to have something to else to focus on aside from missing his cousin and the cold.
"We should get back in, it will be dark soon." And that meant it would get colder. "I am sure someone is making soup and there will be tea," he said with a smile, already brightening up. Tea, soup with bread was the best thing in cold weather.
He stayed close to his father as they went inside, Fingon nearly slipping on some nice with a panicked expression before grabbing his father's shoulder. It wasn't that he feared falling but he had a flashback to the grinding ice where any slip could mean death.
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"We should get back in, it will be dark soon." And that meant it would get colder. "I am sure someone is making soup and there will be tea," he said with a smile, already brightening up. Tea, soup with bread was the best thing in cold weather.
He stayed close to his father as they went inside, Fingon nearly slipping on some nice with a panicked expression before grabbing his father's shoulder. It wasn't that he feared falling but he had a flashback to the grinding ice where any slip could mean death.