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Date: 2015-10-31 09:19 am (UTC)
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His son was intelligent. But if it helped...

Fingolfin chuckled quietly and turned with him. "My wise son," he teased lightly, but meant it all the same.

His heart froze at the near-slip and he immediately grabbed for Fingon's waist to pull him to safety {all the way to the other side, with Fingolfin between son and ice}, panic mirrored. Even if Fingon hadn't fully slipped, if they'd been back in that nightmare he'd have courted death. He swallowed the fright with effort then let out a slow breath, arms still wrapped firmly around his son. "Wise you are, though perhaps a bit more care with where you place your feet is in order."
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