[The story of the stag is quickly forgotten, or at least filed away for another day when the mood hasn't turned so suddenly dire.
It was what Fingon had feared, one of the few evils that to his knowledge no one in Aman had ever dreamt up even at their darkest and yet it had come up time and time again here in Ennor. Sometimes even amongst their kin.
But it had never been this close to him. His eyes turn glassy but he doesn't let himself cry, he simply stroke's Maedhros's cheek tenderly and through their bond shares the immense feeling of love he holds for him regardless of anything else.
Haldamir cannot avoid noticing something is happening, but what he is not sure and to give them a moments privacy he goes back to sorting through his bag for more salves and then sticks his golden head out of the tent to ask for some water and, if they have it, broth. He waits there for a soldier to fetch him some.]
I feared as much. That placed wreaked of it, sounded like it too. There were cellars I think. [Fingon had not checked himself, he had come in, "bought" Maedhros and then sent his army barrelling down on the place while he extracted his love to safety but he was sure he had heard people beneath the floor.]
Will you let him help? We often see this in refugees and the secondborn we rescue. You do not need to be ashamed.
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It was what Fingon had feared, one of the few evils that to his knowledge no one in Aman had ever dreamt up even at their darkest and yet it had come up time and time again here in Ennor. Sometimes even amongst their kin.
But it had never been this close to him. His eyes turn glassy but he doesn't let himself cry, he simply stroke's Maedhros's cheek tenderly and through their bond shares the immense feeling of love he holds for him regardless of anything else.
Haldamir cannot avoid noticing something is happening, but what he is not sure and to give them a moments privacy he goes back to sorting through his bag for more salves and then sticks his golden head out of the tent to ask for some water and, if they have it, broth. He waits there for a soldier to fetch him some.]
I feared as much. That placed wreaked of it, sounded like it too. There were cellars I think. [Fingon had not checked himself, he had come in, "bought" Maedhros and then sent his army barrelling down on the place while he extracted his love to safety but he was sure he had heard people beneath the floor.]
Will you let him help? We often see this in refugees and the secondborn we rescue. You do not need to be ashamed.