Maedhros Nelyafinwë Maitimo Fëanorian ✧ Russandol (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2016-06-21 11:42 pm
castintoflames) wrote in driftfleet2016-06-21 11:42 pm
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Who: Maedhros & Finrod
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: On SS Bishop.
When: Slightly backdated to a few days after Maedhros boards the ship.
Avoiding his half-cousin was cowardly and there was little he detested more than cowardice. Thus, after settling into his new, strange quarters, he sought Finrod out.
"Cousin? We have a conversation that is overdue, do we not?" he forced himself to breathe deep and stay calm, yet he dreaded what was to come, "I will tell you the truth no matter how difficult."
No longer would he run from the shadows. If he planned on staying at Maglor's side - and Fëanor's - he needed to be stronger. What had passed could not be changed, but the future was undecided. There was comfort in that.
He was free to be himself again - free of the Oath.
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: On SS Bishop.
When: Slightly backdated to a few days after Maedhros boards the ship.
Avoiding his half-cousin was cowardly and there was little he detested more than cowardice. Thus, after settling into his new, strange quarters, he sought Finrod out.
"Cousin? We have a conversation that is overdue, do we not?" he forced himself to breathe deep and stay calm, yet he dreaded what was to come, "I will tell you the truth no matter how difficult."
No longer would he run from the shadows. If he planned on staying at Maglor's side - and Fëanor's - he needed to be stronger. What had passed could not be changed, but the future was undecided. There was comfort in that.
He was free to be himself again - free of the Oath.
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"Do not be sorry. I knew what I risked when I chose to aid Beren." Which did not mean, of course, that he was not troubled by all that had happened, by all that he had endured. Still, he had gone in with eyes open; the decision was his own and he did not regret it.
The rest of what Maedhros told him, though, struck him like a punch to the gut. For a long moment, he could do little more than stare in stunned horror.
"That Oath. Your damned Oath." There's sorrow in his voice, but also anger- a quiet, seething anger, kept under tight restraint. His hands tighten into fists, knuckles turning white.
"That is not the end, is it?"