It took more effort than he'd admit to not simply pick Fingon up and carry him to his room. Fingolfin forced himself to settle for simply holding on tight. He pressed a firm kiss to his son's forehead as his heart slowed. He'd lost one son already, he had no desire to lose any others.
It was hard to loosen his hold then, but he managed to keep it to just a hand on Fingon's shoulder, guiding him along deeper, to the warmth of the inner rooms. He squeezed his son's shoulder once they approached the kitchens, then gave him a very small push forward. "You first, my son."
Fingon relaxed slowly as they passed into the warmer areas inside. Now that they were out of the cold he felt more reassured that he wasn't going to fall, he was fine and his father was with him.
He smiled as they passed into the kitchen, taking a deep breath. "Are you hungry too?" he asked as he turned to his father. There was soup still on the fire as he grabbed some bread to tear off a couple pieces. He was still slightly shaken but his focus was on his father. He knew how heavily the kingship was since Maedhros passed it down to him much to the displeasure of his brothers.
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It was hard to loosen his hold then, but he managed to keep it to just a hand on Fingon's shoulder, guiding him along deeper, to the warmth of the inner rooms. He squeezed his son's shoulder once they approached the kitchens, then gave him a very small push forward. "You first, my son."
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He smiled as they passed into the kitchen, taking a deep breath. "Are you hungry too?" he asked as he turned to his father. There was soup still on the fire as he grabbed some bread to tear off a couple pieces. He was still slightly shaken but his focus was on his father. He knew how heavily the kingship was since Maedhros passed it down to him much to the displeasure of his brothers.