[Softness was a thing not often rewarded in these lands. It, he'd found, more often than not made you a more tempting target. And so he'd learned to build an iron wall around that soft core of his, in a vain attempt to try to shield it. When Fingon sits next to him he breathes easier, his prescence becomes something to ground himself with and helps to keep his mind from drifting to darker memories.
Young. Too young, this healer, to have faced so much darkness. For he knows no one so obviously of Vanyar descent had come across with his fathers host. He must have had to walk across the ice with Fingon and the others.
His approach is much appreciated by Maedhros, and makes it much easier for him to allow this examination. It makes him feel more in control of it, less like it is something that is simply happening to him.
Fingon's jest actually makes him laugh, though his voice is weak from exhaustion and pain.] I'd hate to have to break too many hearts. [For I only really want to be wanted by one.]
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Young. Too young, this healer, to have faced so much darkness. For he knows no one so obviously of Vanyar descent had come across with his fathers host. He must have had to walk across the ice with Fingon and the others.
His approach is much appreciated by Maedhros, and makes it much easier for him to allow this examination. It makes him feel more in control of it, less like it is something that is simply happening to him.
Fingon's jest actually makes him laugh, though his voice is weak from exhaustion and pain.] I'd hate to have to break too many hearts. [For I only really want to be wanted by one.]