Fingon breathed hard, needing to cling to his father. For a few moments he had to tell himself they had made it out of the grinding ice, that he wasn't going to fall to his death.

"I am sorry-I will be careful," he promised once he was sure his voice wouldn't shake. He was in his father's arms and he would be warm soon enough. They had survived and it would be alright. He still helpd onto his father as they made their way inside, making sure to avoid any patches of ice this time.