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[valiantfire]

Who: Fingon
Broadcast: Fleetwide, accidental.
Action: SS Paisley
When: Morning on August 8th.

Fingon was still tired and moved somewhat slower, with more care, than his usual enthusiasm. He'd found a few scars for the trouble of dying, but otherwise had nothing to complain about. A day was all he was given to rest before he found himself on a new ship and a cake pushed into his hands in celebration.

Congratulations, you're a cook!

The assignment cheered the Elf. No leadership duties. He wouldn't be the one people looked to for orders here, outside the kitchen if at all. All he had to worry about was feeding everyone else on the ship. The first thing he'd done after being shown to his new room was to change out of his armor and into ship's clothing, though he kept the blue cloak and had it wrapped around him. He gave himself one more day to rest, holing himself up in his room.

Then it was off to acquaint himself with the kitchen! He hoped to bake for his crewmates. Barring that, he would do his absolute best to improve the taste of what food was offered. When he found his way to the kitchen, however, he stopped still, eyes growing wide in dismay.

"This cannot be all there is!"

Whether it was or not, Fingon took a deep breath before diving in, familiarizing himself with what the ship offered. It was slow going, and he burned himself more than once, but he stubbornly kept at it until he had a stew going on the stove and a tray of chocolate cookies baking in the oven.

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{Video}

[castintoflames]

{He is frozen, his throat and chest tight with emotions he dare not speak; dare not think. And yet...

Fingon is...perfect. As always. Beautiful, sweet and...perfect.

Clearing his throat, he whispers:}

Finno?

{Video}

[valiantfire]

Maitimo?

{Fingon startles, looking around for Maedhros. Then down, seeing the small familiar face on the device he'd been given, and a bright smile spreads, joyous and warm.}

Maitimo! Where are you?

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[castintoflames]

{He feels his breath catch upon seeing that joy. So he isn't...angry? Does he know what befalls him? How Maedhros fails him?}

I am aboard the S.S. Bishop. I think I can come to you if...if you like?

{Shakily, he sets himself to the task, needing to see his dear cousin.}

Are you safe? You're not...hurt?

{Video}

[valiantfire]

{Why would Fingon be angry? Never, not at Maedhros.}

I am on the S.S Paisley. Please come...Or I could come to you if that is easier?

{He doesn't want to put a strain on his precious cousin, Maedhros has been through enough already.

His eyes and smile dim before he shakes his head, blinking the last memories away.}

I am alive. You...?

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[castintoflames]

No, stay. {He feels the same for Fingon and he quickly familiarizes himself with traversing from ship to ship.}

I will tell you in person. {If he can find the bravery to do so. Finally, he is moving, biting the inside of his cheek.}

I am on my way. {The journey is disorienting, but worthwhile. He would do anything to see Fingon again.} Fingon?

{Maedhros towers over most - that has not changed - but he looks...unwell. Definitely too thin and pale, though he will blush when he sees the other Elf.}

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[reek]

[ The Paisley's kitchen is somewhat sparse at the moment. Though Fingon is unlikely to notice their absence, there is currently little in the way of smaller modern appliances--or plates, for that matter. Theon had broken them in a mental breakdown just a few days earlier. That's what happens when you bottle everything up. Eventually, you crack beneath the weight of it all.

But here comes the culprit now, a young man who looks as if he hasn't had a full night's sleep in several days. He's somewhat surprised to find someone else where, particularly someone who seems to be cooking something that isn't freezedried in a package. ]

Someone on this ship has finally decided to make something edible, then.

[ Surprised, but suspicious. He hangs back, eyes narrowed slightly. It's nothing personal. He's suspicious of everyone at the moment. ]

Who are you?

[valiantfire]

{A rage Fingon is familiar with, seeing it in his family and close relatives. A rage he himself is capable of, if times are bad enough for his control to break.

Theon would see an Elf, somewhat taller than normal humans tend to get, with a literal glow about him. Not too bright, but just noticeable. Fingon turns after another stir, a welcoming smile meeting the suspicion. He's used to suspicion, too. And judgement.}

Indeed! I am Fingon. The stew is almost ready, if you wish to wait a few minutes?

[reek]

[ That glow is only part of what keeps him back. Where he's from, everything is cold, even the people. He's never seen someone with such a warm light about them, and he doesn't trust it.

He only shakes his head, eyebrows knitting together. ]

What are you?

[ Perhas not the most eloquent way of asking, but Fingon clearly isn't as human as the rest of them. ]

[valiantfire]

{Fingon stays where he is at the stove, sensing this Man has been through much suffering. His gaze is gentle, warm and welcoming still. It takes a lot to really offend him.}

I am an Elf, of Arda.

[reek]

[ Elves don't exist where Theon is from. He has never heard the word and has nothing to compare Fingon to. Not even the Children of the Forest, which were always described in the old stories as--well, as child-like. ]

You're not entirely human, then.

[ Fingon does look human enough, though, so Theon tries to ignore the glow. Somewhat impossible, but he manages to square his shoulders and take a few steps closer. Suck it up, Greyjoy. Suck it up. ]

Theon Greyjoy, lord to Pyke and the Iron Islands.

[ He tries to force authority into his voice, but there's some doubt lingering there. He isn't truly his father's heir. Not yet, likely never, but the title gives him something to cling to. ]

[candyconsumption]

It was the smell of cookies that had Itachi at the door, and the young man couldn't help but peek inside of the kitchen. His love for sweets knew no end, and, as it had been an especially rough start to the month, obtaining edible sweets sounded like an incredible idea.

"...There's... someone that is able to bake here?" His red eyes were peering towards the oven with a sort of lust that only chefs couldn't probably discern.

[valiantfire]

Fingon nearly bounced in delight when someone came with an obvious love of cookies, much as his own. He smiled brightly, not minding an audience at all.

"I love to bake! Do you have a favorite?" He'd be willing to bake or cook anything. And if it didn't come out right the first time, he'd keep trying, experimenting, until he'd fixed it.

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[twicewed]

[He's still learning about how to use this new technology but there is an image of his grandson, moving and speaking. He reached out to touch the screen but it wasn't enough.]

Findekáno, where are you?

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[valiantfire]

{Fingon freezes, eyes wide before darting to the communications device. Hardly daring to believe, to hope! Then a wide, if tearful, smile appears.}

Grandfather? I - I am on the S.S. Paisley.

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[twicewed]

Don't cry, I will find a way to you. Stay safe, please.

[He would figure out a way however he could- no one could keep him from his family when he was determined.]

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[valiantfire]

{Fingon laughs, swiftly wiping a sleeve over his damp cheeks.}

I am safe, Grandfather. If you come to me, I will have stew ready. There should be plenty for the ship, and you and Nelyo.

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[twicewed]

[He's not even going to respond because this is his grandson and he wants to find him as soon as possible.

It takes some work to figure out how to get over to the other ship but as soon as he does he wastes no time in looking for Findekáno. He stopped at the entrance to the kitchen when he finally found it, looking at his grandson.

There was something different about him, something Finwe felt saddened by though he wasn't sure why. A few steps forward and he gathered Findekáno into his arms, holding him tightly.]

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[stefanged]

Someone else was baking cookies? Someone that wasn't him??

Color Stefan curious. With his usual mug of tea in hand, he wanders over and peers at the newcomer. With a light, teasing tone, he has to ask, “Keeping yourself busy already?”

[valiantfire]

Just so! Fingon grinned, cheerful at the tease. "I rested a whole day, I wished to familiarize myself with what I am to be doing here."

[stefanged]

“Still.” Stefan raised his eyebrows as he leaned against the free counter. “With you around, I think that brings our total of capable cooks up to..... Three.”

At least, he's assuming that this young man is their new crewmate. The confetti and the jingle had given it up long before the scent of (yummy) cookie did.

“I'm Stefan, by the way. Sorry about all the mess. We're still in the process of fixing it up.”

[valiantfire]

"I want to have stew of some sort cooking most of the time, so people can eat when they wish. Even if I am not here at that moment, everyone should have something delicious to eat!" The Elf had plans for the kitchen, though he wondered just how much he'd be able to do.

"And cookies! Or cakes. Cakes and cookies?" Both? Both is good.

Fingon pressed a hand to his chest in greeting, bowing politely. "I am Fingon. Well met, Stefan. I do not mind the mess, I have seen worse." War tended to be messy, and soldiers and attendants had to make do with what they could carry.

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[bythewaves]

..............................Cousin?

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[valiantfire]

Kano! {Delight lights Fingon's voice and smile.}

Maitimo told me you were here.

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[bythewaves]

[ He drops his head into his hands and breathes, trying to sort out the jumble of his emotions ]

Actually here? Not dreaming?

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[valiantfire]

{Fingon's voice softens, sorrow inching in.}

I am here. Can you forgive me? I - was not strong enough.