Aunt Anairë always made me feel welcome in her house. [More than welcome. She had always been kind to him. He had needed as many parents as would have him, Fingon was not wrong about that. Though he loved his father, even now when it was so terribly hard to feel anything but anger in regards to him, it had not been easy to be his son. His firstborn son even less so.]

I'd hate it too, but at least I'd be by your side. And who knows? Between the two of us we might just drive Námo mad enough that he'd toss us out on our behinds and forbid us from ever return to darken his day again?

[Comforting and familiar. Just what he needs right now. Riding like this brings only pleasant memories to him, of bright and warm days spent exploring Aman together as boys and young men both. And yes, even pleasant memories of their first youthful trysts together. Rolling around in the grass after a long ride, kissing and touching eachother wherever they could reach.]

I am of a mind to let you this time. I am... tired. I just want to rest by your side. To fall asleep next to you and wake up to the sight of you every morning. Forever if fate would let me. [Perhaps he should simply let Maglor hold Himring for him? Now that the Gap had fallen to dragonfire.]