Haldamir... [Fingon says softly as the healer receives a pot of water that had been bubbling gently over a fire not moments before and a metal cup with a lid and spoon that doubtlessly contained some kind of broth. The Vanya ducks back into the tent, securing the flap behind him for the modicum of privacy it at least allows them to pretend they have in a camp almost wholly occupied by elves before he looks to his King as he sets both items down, the pot on the floor and the cup of broth on a small stool that had been places in the tent near the bed.]
Your grace? [The soft, worried tone of Fingon's voice is enough to make him go back to titles even if he had been only a minute or two before teasing Fingon and calling him by name. If Fingon and Maedhros's positions seem unusual to him, he makes no sign that he thinks so.]
The place I rescued Maedhros and the others from was a place of great harm and human vices. [Fingon begins, his voice still hushed to keep the whole camp from overhearing him even if it is almost inevitable that someone will if they are choosing to be nosy.] Being a King did not spare him the brutalities of it all. They have assaulted him. Intimately. I believe he is hurt inside as well as out. He has said there was sometimes blood.
[Haldamir pauses, thinking through how best to respond to that when this is not just a Fëanorean but at the very least his King's favourite cousin and dearest friend, but he settles after a moment on treating this like he has treated many other things: with gentleness.]
My lord Maedhros... I can help you. Would that I could say that you are the first but you are not and I have practice and a sad amount of skill in this area. If you will allow me to help you, we can go as slowly as you wish. I will stop any time. You are no longer amongst monsters.
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Your grace? [The soft, worried tone of Fingon's voice is enough to make him go back to titles even if he had been only a minute or two before teasing Fingon and calling him by name. If Fingon and Maedhros's positions seem unusual to him, he makes no sign that he thinks so.]
The place I rescued Maedhros and the others from was a place of great harm and human vices. [Fingon begins, his voice still hushed to keep the whole camp from overhearing him even if it is almost inevitable that someone will if they are choosing to be nosy.] Being a King did not spare him the brutalities of it all. They have assaulted him. Intimately. I believe he is hurt inside as well as out. He has said there was sometimes blood.
[Haldamir pauses, thinking through how best to respond to that when this is not just a Fëanorean but at the very least his King's favourite cousin and dearest friend, but he settles after a moment on treating this like he has treated many other things: with gentleness.]
My lord Maedhros... I can help you. Would that I could say that you are the first but you are not and I have practice and a sad amount of skill in this area. If you will allow me to help you, we can go as slowly as you wish. I will stop any time. You are no longer amongst monsters.