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[valiantfire]

Who: Fingon, Open!
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Huntress.
When: Just as the Fleet moves on.

{Fingers drift over harp strings and Fingon sings a soft, warm farewell to the survivors of the planet - to the planet as well, for he hears its song - as the Fleet ambles away.

This Elf hasn't left Maglor's side for more than a few minutes for necessary acts since he'd discovered his cousin had slipped unconscious. He'd hardly even stopped playing! Though he'd done his best to keep the music quiet enough not to disturb his crewmates.

He doesn't look frightened or that worried, more pensive as he offers a smile to anyone watching or listening.}

I hope everyone is doing well despite the recent chaos. And that those we leave behind will be able to return home soon.

Comments

[valiantfire]

Fingon moved over when Maedhros returned, though kept hold of Maglor. "After you have had something to eat," he retorted fondly.

"The planet we were visiting was...wounded. The Fleet did it's best to help, but now it is behind us and the planet will heal."

[castintoflames]

"Hello, sleepy-head." Maedhros leaned in to give Maglor a hug, "Daeron can exist for a few minutes more, Fingon is right." he smiles at them as he reaches for a covered dish.

"Think of it as a rebirth." a rather violent one that he is glad his brother missed.

[bythewaves]

"Not hungry" is the automatic protest, although he eyes the dish curiously.

"If he's sleeping he musnt wake alone. Up here he'll panic."

He frowns, leaning into the hugs.

"A rebirth? Is anyone hurt?"

[valiantfire]

Fingon playfully prodded Maglor, but kissed his cheek. "A few bites and we will let you go to him. Please? For us?"

He'd help his cousin sit up at least, though wasn't quite willing to fully let go yet. Soon. "Yes, but most will recover. Some of the natives refused to leave the planet..."

[castintoflames]

"Or we will sit on you." Maedhros pulls off the cover on the dish, letting the scent of the food waft in Maglor's direction, "I weigh much more now. You won't like the experience."

Glancing at Fingon sharply, he brushes back Maglor's hair.

"Their souls are not lost. There is a purpose... We did what we could."

[bythewaves]

Maglor pulls a face at his brother but nods obediently, swatting at Fingon's fingers.

"Alright." He nods and distress crosses his face.

"Oh no. How many?"

[valiantfire]

Fingon answered the sharp look with one of apology, but he refused to lie about this.

"A lot was done, Kano. The planet lives still, and we could hear the singing. Believe in its strength!"

[castintoflames]

Maedhros sets the tray on Maglor's lap, picking up a spoon and dipping it into the soup. He doesn't want him upset. Not right now. But he knows Fingon lives by the truth.

"Here, Kano. Eat." he brings the filled spoon to his brother's lips, "The planet lives and any souls lost will be reborn. Isn't that the cycle of things?"

[bythewaves]

"I can feed myself, Nelyo." He objects, although he opens his mouth obediently.

"The poor people...but where will they go?"

[valiantfire]

Fingon settled behind Maglor, supporting him, and ran gentle hands over his cousin's hair. "Would you like me to braid your hair while you eat, cousin?" An offered distraction, and they all knew how soothing it was for their hair to be played with.

"They have space stations and ships. We all know how supplies can be had."