driftfleet | OPEN

Who: Fingon
Broadcast: Accidental fleetwide.
Action: S. S. Huntress
When: Early 9/18

{It's useful to be an Elf who didn't need much rest. And even when Fingon does rest, it's never easily thanks to memories that he's yet to address. So he sews. His grandfather spoils him and gave him enough cloth for a couple robes, and that's precisely what he's working on. Spread out around him in his small bunk are various bits of ribbon, thread, and lots of cloth, all of which are coming together under his skilled fingers.

The Elf has a light on, of course, but even with it his own natural faint glow is there if one looks. Black hair is braided back, and he's humming quietly as the needle darts in and out of the vibrant blue cloth in his lap. He doesn't want to disturb his mortal crewmates, after all! That would be rude. The song is an old one, for those who know Arda and its music, of brighter, more innocent days.

It's impossible to not realize he has no idea he's being observed.}

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{The needle slows and Fingon smiles at him.}

You never interrupt me. You can come to my room though, I could use your help.

I will be there in a moment.

(There is a soft knock on the door - he is aware of the hour - and soon he is letting himself in, smiling softly.)

I'm not good at sewing.

{The door is always open to Maedhros. Fingon ties off one last stitch before standing, holding out what turns out to be the main pieces for a robe.}

Put this on, I want to make sure it fits.

It's...for me? (He flushes and takes the cloth, holding it carefully.) You didn't have to -

(Yet he is already changing into it.)

{Fingon helps him change.} Grandfather brought me the cloth with express orders to use it for you and I. {He hadn't needed the order!

He steps back and studies the lines before humming.}

Turn please. Is it too tight?

(He smiles and laughs quietly.) He does like to spoil us, doesn't he. (Finwë is rather like Fingon. Maedhros doesn't have the heart to deny either of them anything.)

No. (But he is too slender - as Finrod reminds him.) Ingoldo keeps reminding me to eat, so you might need to let it out more.

I am simply grateful he is here with us. {Fingon grins at the laugh. Then steps close again, plucking lightly at certain seams.}

These can be let out easily as you regain weight.

As am I. I thought I would never see him again...

Or you. (Maedhros peeks down at Fingon.) Thank you. I know a few will celebrate me eating more. Better.

{The grin waivers then fades and Fingon keeps his gaze fixed on the fabric, fussing over it.}

I am here. We are here. Any time you want to see me, you can find me. Or call for me, and I will go to you.

{He tilts his head and peeks up at his cousin, trying to regain his smile.} I will make sure you do!

(Maedhros senses the change and his brow furrows.)

Finno, I - (What can he say? Nothing will make what has happened better.) I wasn't a true friend to you. I failed you and Grandfather.

(He grabs one of the hands fussing over his robe and holds it.)

You are one of the gifts the Valar gave to me and I have treated you so poorly. While we are here, ask of me what you will.

{Nothing can. Fingon frowns up at him and squeezes Maedhros' hand.}

You are and always have been the best friend I could ever hope for! None of us could have guess what would happen until it was too late.

{His frown fades and he impulsively steps close to fling arms around his cousin in a warm embrace.}

Just be here? That is all I can ask of you.

I charged forward as if I knew what would become of us. I was a fool and you deserve a better friend.

(Maedhros gasps at the embrace and his features immediately soften. He returns it, resting his cheek on top of Fingon's head.)

I am here for you. All you need do is ask for me.

{Quietly fond} You have Uncle's impulsiveness, Maitimo. I do not fault you for it.

{Fingon doesn't let go or move away, and is rewarded by the returned embrace. His smile returns, unforced and he leans trustingly against his taller cousin.}

I say the same to you. Call and I will come running.

You should, but I love you all the more for thinking kindly of me.

(He smoothes over Fingon's hair, reveling in the simple joy of having family close.)

Do not run so swiftly you trip!

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