a flame that never dies
part of the wondrous parts of you and I
Findekáno and Russandol share a family tradition with their son.
A treat for day 13 of the @officialtolkiensecretsanta 2020 Advent Calendar! This is for the gen prompt “Candlelight” :)
Rating: G | No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Maedhros/Fingon & Gil-galad Characters: Maedhros, Fingon, Gil-galad Word count: 804
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Russandol hadn’t let Gil-galad play outside in the snow very long—for all he himself had to be coaxed and coerced into wearing scarves and gloves even in the dead of Himring’s dreadful winters, he was overly concerned with their tiny son’s exposure to the cold. Findekáno, who preferred to stay inside in weather like this, was grateful for his husband’s care with the baby, but the way Gil pouted as his atya ushered him back to the warmth of the hearth after only ten scant minutes of laughing at snowflakes tugged at Findekáno’s heartstrings.
“Atto,” Gil whined, snuggling into his father’s lap. “Play? Outside?” As an afterthought, he added, “Please?”
Findekáno kissed his nose. “Tomorrow, maybe,” he said. He was yet unfond of anything that reminded him of the Helcaraxë, but for Gil-galad he would endure the cold.
“It’s Long Night,” Russandol said, ruffling Gil’s hair. “Do you think you’re big enough to light the candles this year?”
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