Maedhros Nelyafinwë Maitimo Fëanorian ✧ Russandol (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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voidtreckerexpress2019-10-27 10:00 am
castintoflames) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2019-10-27 10:00 am
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Who: Maedhros, Fëanor & Tony.
What: Mae is getting a much needed gift.
Where: Tony's cabin? Maybe? I will change if necessary.
When: Day 29
The note he had received would have put him on edge coming from just about anyone else (save his family). Fëanor being included in the missive definitely helped further ease his misgivings and Maedhros prepared himself as best as he was able. He had been eating better (thanks to certain threats about being force fed), so he looked less like a wraith, however there was simply nothing he could do about his scars. As it stood, mirrors were no longer friends of his.
Ten or so minutes later, he walked into the cabin indicated on the note, his right arm tucked neatly under a cloak.
"You summoned me?"
What: Mae is getting a much needed gift.
Where: Tony's cabin? Maybe? I will change if necessary.
When: Day 29
The note he had received would have put him on edge coming from just about anyone else (save his family). Fëanor being included in the missive definitely helped further ease his misgivings and Maedhros prepared himself as best as he was able. He had been eating better (thanks to certain threats about being force fed), so he looked less like a wraith, however there was simply nothing he could do about his scars. As it stood, mirrors were no longer friends of his.
Ten or so minutes later, he walked into the cabin indicated on the note, his right arm tucked neatly under a cloak.
"You summoned me?"
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It's far from perfect, far from what Fëanor whishes he could make for his son if only he had at least proper materials. But it is a working replacement. It may lack the sense of touch but it would allow Maedhros to grab a cup, hold a book, or even a sword if need be. And Tony was a great help in making it happen. Fëanor is constantly surprised by the sheer breadth of topics this man has at least some knowledge about.
He finishes the adjustments by putting the earpiece where it belongs and moves away.
"Now you can try it," he says. "Just think what you want to do. It should react to your intention."
That's his part. Made using the same principle he used when he made the palantiri recognize their owners. A cruder solution yes, the steel is not crystal so he had to compromise, but it's working and that should be enough.
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With this hand, he might be able to hold a hammer or chisel.
His one bright blue eye follows Fëanor's movements, learning how to secure the hand to his arm. He glances at his father with mild uncertainty before focusing his thoughts on the fingers. Close. Open.
And they do. Wonder conquers the uncertainty and Maedhros lifts the hand closer to his face, examining it, inch by inch.
"I do not know how to thank you...both of you..."
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"You just did," Tony answered, his tone warm and perhaps just a slight bit of emotion peeking through the edges. He tried to get rid of that emotion before either of the elves noticed it by clearing his throat. "Do let me know if anything needs adjusting."
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"Come here," he says and pulls Maedhros into a hug even if it's awkward and not exactly comfortable given how little space is there in the cabin. "You've grown too tall for me to hug you properly," he grumbles ruffling his son's hair even if he has to reach up to do so.
It is nothing less than a miracle to him. Apart from its obvious usefulness, those pieces of expertly crafted metal mean something else. They mean there is hope. Hope that not everything in him is corrupted. That he still can make things that aren't tainted. Not everything he does brings suffering.
This does not erase the past but maybe he has a future now. Whatever it may be. He looks across the room at Tony.
"Thank you."
Hover for translation.
"Merin sa haryalyë alassë nó vanyalyë Ambarello, Atar."
Maedhros doesn't believe that Fëanor should be constantly punished for what occurred on Arda.
"Anar caluva tielyanna." he raises his head slightly to look at Tony, both eyes, the grey and the blue, fixed on the man, "Rare are your talents. Do not forsake them."
Ty!
He gave a warm smile when Feanor spoke to him and soon enough Maedhros was also addressing him. "So long as they help others instead of hurt them from now on, I won't. I promise." He wondered what he might be able to do for Curufin. He'd done two rather large projects for two of the three elven brothers, it seemed unfair. He would have to think about that for a while. He was pretty certain that by doing things for his sons, it was the same as doing these things for Feanor directly. The man was a good father and that was simply how a father thought.
"I've been working on improving my swordplay. If you wish to try out your hand later.. I might go easy on you." He joked.
I sorely need a refresher on my Quenya asap ;)
Fëanor will never cease to be amazed by the faith his eldest still has in him. He didn't think, or hope even, he's ever going to see any of them again. Not before the very foundations of Arda crumble to dust. Even less, that they would want to speak to him.