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driftfleet2016-08-08 12:43 pm
valiantfire) wrote in driftfleet2016-08-08 12:43 pm
OPEN
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.
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.
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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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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Here. Come with me? We can speak in my room, or the kitchen if you are hungry. {His smile is unforced and warm, but concerned.}
{Action}
The kiss is long overdue.)
Are you saying I'm thin too? (He smiles tiredly, drawn by that smile.) Your room would give us better privacy.
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If you were no Elf, I would worry you have been ill. {Had he caused this? He pulls back, reaching for Maedhros' hand to lead the way to his room.} I have stew cooking.
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Mentally, perhaps. (Their fingers are quickly entwined and Fingon's knuckles are kissed as they walk.) What do you remember?
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Then we will get you well again.
{He's determined to make it so.
He swallows, fingers twitching in Maedhros' grasp.} Battle. Fire and - and Gothmog. {Pain and death.
He's glad to come to the ladder leading down to his room. He glances up at Maedhros.} Down here. You can manage the ladder, I know, but if you want, I can help you down?
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You should not set yourself impossible goals. Kano needs your care more than I do.
(But Maedhros naturally worries about others without sparing a thought for himself. His expression darkens and he shakes his head sharply.)
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. (Swallowing roughly, he blinks at the ladder.) I think I can manage.
(He uses his left hand to grip and his right arm to steady himself.)
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He glances up with a hopeful smile.} Kano is here too? I will go to him later, with cookies! {And good food. After he's seen to Maedhros.
He squeezes the taller Elf, chest tight, but releases him to let him climb down.}
You have nothing to apologize for. I was - not quite strong enough.
{Almost strong enough. But not quite. He knows that.
Maedhros will see that Fingon's room might be small, but it already has little signs of his living there. A cleaned and repaired set of familiar armor is hung carefully up, helm resting on the floor beside the boots. A spare set of hair ribbons lay coiled on the end table, beside a brush.}
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Yes. Atar was here too for a time. (There will be friction at that news, he knows, but he would rather Fingon heard from him than someone else.) Finno, I know no one more valiant than you.
(He kisses the top of that beloved dark head before he climbs down the ladder. Once in the room, he smiles, the expression tinged with sorrow and memory. The hair ties capture his attention and he picks up one, holding it like a treasure.)
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Uncle Fëanor had been here too.
He waits until he knows his cousin's out of the way before climbing down after. He's torn between an awful anger towards what Fëanor had done, and knowing Maedhros loves his father still.}
Was he...well?
{He walks back to his cousin, smile returning when he sees just how Maedhros holds the hair tie, and rests a hand on his cousin's arm, looking affectionately up at him.}
Sit. Your hair is a mess, love.
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The room is welcoming thanks to the little personal touches. He halfway wants to curl up on the bed and rest - and he doubted Fingon would object.)
He was sane. (His voice is rough with emotion.) I told him everything. He was...remorseful; he wished to return to rectify his mistakes.
(The father he had once known as a little Elfling had been back in his life...briefly. Maedhros looks up at Fingon, chuckling.)
I rely on Kano to set it to rights, but he has his own responsibilities and I fear I ask too much of him.
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He'd have absolutely no objections to curling up with the other Elf! But only after he's gotten food into them both.
Some of the pain eases and his smile softens for his cousin.} I am glad you were given such a gift. I hope he succeeds.
{He leans up to steal a soft kiss.} Do you fear the same, asking it of me?
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We are married, are we not? (He will not continue to speak of Fëanor. His cousin has no reason to love his father - Fingon never knew the father Maedhros had known - and Fëanor had done some terrible, terrible deeds. However, after a soft breath, he whispers:)
He remembered his love for Kano and I.
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I will never tire of hearing you say so.
{He sets to brushing the few tangles out, thinking. He answers after a minute, voice just as quiet.}
He was the father you deserve again, however brief a time. {Maybe he has no reason to love his uncle, but he can. For Maedhros, he can do anything.}