Fingon was perfect in every way. He was bright. He was Life. He was heart and so very beautiful. Maedhros couldn't dream of life without him.

Seeing his husband bare himself never grew old or failed to take his breath away. And the way Fingon teased him! Maedhros couldn't help the surprised little laugh but followed him to the bed.

"How could I forget?" This part of Fingon only he got to see. He stretched out, pillowing his head on his bent right arm to watch, left bent so his hand could rest relaxed on his hip. Never looking away.