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?"
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.