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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.

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[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."