#fingon

[pigsducksflowers]

should i give maedhros and fingon triplets?

oooo yeah

no???? do you remember what happened to míriel?????

i want to acknowledge the blorbo but not participate

Remaining time: 19 hours 56 minutes

[elronds-library]

Breaking Into Light [WIP]

by StarSpray (@starspray)

Part 15 of Wisdom of the Evening Star

Glingaereth meets the crown prince of the Noldor by chance, if chance you call it. “All the same, sister, be careful.” “Me?” Glingaereth said. “Careful of what?” “Of that prince.” “What, Fingon? If you are worried about the Noldor’s feuds, he is the one who brought them to an end.” Limbeleth shook her head. “I can’t explain it. It isn’t that you need worry about him, but—I have an uneasy feeling about them all, and I feel also that you will be bound up in their fate somehow.”

Teen, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Words: 6,801

[elronds-library]

Body Language

by sallysavestheday (@sallysavestheday)

Maedhros and Fingon and the many ways of loving.

Mature, No Archive Warnings

Words: 2,300

[j1mzi]

Silly Finno sketches i never shared….cause I forgot…

Aha…

Ho’ysa = it’s cold afffffff!

It’s very cold here now so….yeah I agree….

[elronds-library]

Salvation

by justonelastdance

Maedhros doubts his reality, but he never doubts Fingon.

Explicit, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Words: 2,866

[ma-aurelius]

Sunday Snippet

Not one from "500 Miles" today, but something from the upcoming Russingon Week.

“Are you wroth with me, Findekano?”

Fingon's heart skipped a beat. He went to take Maedhros' hand in his, finding only empty space. “No Nelyo! Never! You’ve done nothing wrong. You are healing. And you shouldn’t feel guilty for your recovery. Even when it’s….messy,” he finished lamely, not sure what to call Maedhros' outbursts, setbacks, and bodily betrayals. “You said I distressed you, but you don’t want me to leave. If you need me to stay, Nelyo, I will.”

Maedhros wet his lips several times. “I meant…I have angered you.”

“No, Nelyo." With trembling fingers, he brushed back some of Maedhros' sweaty hair from his forehead. He didn't dare breathe. Maedrhos closed his eyes and sighed. Fingon echoed the sigh. "I have told you many times, and I will tell you many more. I am not angry with you, only at what was done to you. Never, my dear cousin.”

Maedhros cracked open an eye. “Not that," he croaked. You are not the sort. When I know you, I know that. " Fingon smiled sadly and offered more water. Maedrhos sipped at it greedily before he could continue. "I mean, what came before. Are you angry? You do not call me Russandol. You are like healers; kind but distant. So I ask, are you angry with me for the Journey and what came before?”

The words were a relex, born of centuries of love and joy under the two trees. "No! I am...I am...I..." Fingon stared at his cousin's battered body, feeling too hot in the stuffy room. The sharp tangy smell of the slaves burned his nose; He couldn't breath. "I am n--" he tried again, but his voice fell softer than the petels of the flowers Maedhros used to place in Fingon's hair. He poured himself a cup of cool water. “I…I…” I am! The cup fell to the ground, water soaking his slippers. Fingon didn't feel it. I am angry! At his family. We followed the? And what happened? Slaughter. The ice. So many dead. Argon dead.

[julijbee]

keep moving

[tiutale]

"That is my father's sword." Fingon said as he leaned against the wall. Arms crossed. Watching this young one curiously. Or cautiously. Sometimes he couldnt name his intentions.

Elrohir's grey blue eyes followed the lines of the blade. The strange scroll of elvish he could not read. The hairs on his neck rose at the words. "It has little damage. For being what it is."

Fingon smiled pushing off the wall to walk toward the display. "Father keeps his most important posessions in proper standing."

Elrohir traced the sharp edge with his eyes. "Our histories claim it is strong enough to wound Morgoth Bauglir."

The temperature of the room lowered so swiftly Elrohir shivered. "Aye. Those claims are true."

Elrohir looked to Fingon. He was related to this elf. Distantly. He wasnt even sure what to call him. "They also say a vala's blood could melt steel."

Fingon frowned his eyes holding a light of sorrow and anger. "What does this line of thought do for you young one."

Elrohir turned ro the blade tilting his head as the signs of ice crystals now lined its edges. "Truthfully I do not know. I suppose-I am trying to understand my own nature. While trying to understand my history."

Fingon let a silent sigh escape his nose. "That is a difficult search to take on alone."