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Open, Fleetwise, 001

Who: Fëanor and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: HS Marsiva
When: Morning

[A hand reaches out to grasp a mechanical limb before grey eyes even blink open to stare suspiciously. Fëanor feels rested, energized even, despite the most recent long hours spent over the forge's fires working on his masterpiece.]

Who dares...?

[Awareness flickers through him and the elf pauses. He sits up from the bed, though doesn't immediately move to get off, nor release the robot's 'arm'. An impatient hand reaches up and shoves a lock of black hair that had gotten free of the loose braid back behind a pointed ear and he studies the robot a bit more closely.]

Do you have a name? Are you a thinking creature? [A pause and he absently hums, head tilting a little in thought.] I think not in the ways of Arda.

['Bot, be glad he has no tools on him.]

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(When hearts speak to hearts, it is difficult not to find some joy. Maedhros is an open book for Fëanor. It has never occurred to him to lie.)

I am hopeful. (For the first time in... He doesn't know. Hope is a very precious thing.)

Indeed. But he has lived the longest - a solitary existence where all he had were memories. (No more. Those memories will be refreshed and added to in no time.) I wish I had not left him.

[Thus why Fëanor believes Maedhros without question. Regardless how hard the words are, he knows his firstborn does not lie to him.]

You will win yourself back. [He has faith in you Mae!]

He will not be left again.

And our Atar will keep himself. (Maedhros smiles softly, not hiding how much that pleases him.) No matter what we say of the future - no matter how harsh - it never occurred to us to push you out of our hearts.

(He lifts his chin.) I will be his shield and comfort.

How can I not, with such mighty sons? [Pride and love shine bright in his smile.] Each of you are perfect as you are.

[Fëanor's rather pleased to see that chin lift!] And I will be there with you each step of the way.

We are images of our great parents. (He feels his face warm and he cannot hold back a chuckle.)

You were always there to guide my steps.

Yes, you are. [And there's the chuckle he's been looking for. Fëanor grins at him, bright and fierce.]

As I should be.

Even as I am... I make you proud? (He tucks his hair behind one scarred ear - it is missing the tip.)

As I want you to be.

Yes. [Firm. Fëanor sees the damage, but this is still his son. No matter what has happened, even if his own actions are to blame, he loves him.]

As I am.

(There is nothing but love shining in his eyes. Some of the old Maitimo - the one who stays at Fëanor's side loyally - peeks out from all the shadows.)

I love you, Atar.

[There. That's the child he remembers.

Oh fine he'll be blunt.]

And I love you, little fire.

(His heart has not forgotten joy after all.)

What will you do without your forge?

[No, and it's good to see.

Fëanor looks at his son with fond amusement.]

I will adapt. There is new knowledge- I will find my way.

[...Just keep an eye on him, Maedhros. He can get distracted no matter what his intentions are.]

I have enough to keep me occupied too. (He lifts a gun curiously, hanging it from one finger.) I am part of Security, apparently.

[~~ooooo shiny!~~

Fëanor looks at the gun with interest.] You will do well there.

I am to be an engineer. [So many strange new words! But he does not stumble over the new term.]

From what I understand, that is a fitting position for you. (Fixing things, building new things...) I wonder if we could all be placed on the same ship?

We could name it the SS Arda.

I look forward to learning more of the technology here. [And of course improving everything.]

That would be best. [So he can keep a close eye on his sons.

...And he supposes his nephew. Finrod isn't the worst relative he could think of having here.]

Will you share your findings with us? (Genuine curiosity fuels the inquiry; not concern or fear.)

I do not know if it is possible, but I will ask Kano and Cousin Finrod for suggestions.

Always. All I make or fix I will show to you. [He's proud to show what he does!

His brow furrows.] Finrod? A third name for Findarato?

Your work fascinates me. (It always has. Little hands touched cool forge work the moment he could crawl.)

Ah yes. We have...more...Sindarin names. It is used far more frequently than Quenya.

I will happily teach you. [More time with baby? Teaching what he knows? Why would he not offer?

He's quiet a moment or two longer.] I suppose that would make sense, as you went across the Sea. What are your and Kano's names?

I would enjoy that. (To learn at his father's side again? Sign him up.)

Kano's name is Maglor and mine is Maedhros. They are not so bad, yes?

Then it will be done. [See why he's so proud of his firstborn?]

No. [But he still likes Kanafinwë and Neylafinwë better.] Do you prefer your new name?

Your crew does not realize how blessed it is as of yet. (That will change once Fëanor is onboard.)

...no, Atar. (His Quenya names - the names he was given as a babe - will always hold precedence.) We cared for two children - Maglor and I. It was easier to...adjust...to Sindarin for them.

They will.

[Relieved pleasure touches his eyes and he smiles. Leaning forward, he rests his chin on a loose fist.] Tell me of them.

(Speaking of Elrond and Elros is difficult, but his heart warms at their mere memory.)

We destroyed their city in search of the Silmarils. Kano found them first, hidden away in a palace. Two little Princes - twins. I did not know what to do with them, but we could not leave them.

And we could not kill them.

(Yes, things were that bad.)

So we kept them safe and raised them until we could return them to allies of their parents.

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