One Hundred Words About Maedhros by Himring

Tactless Reminder

Time, alcohol, love, certainty.

[Name: Findekano=Fingon (Quenya)]

He has been careful with alcohol for centuries; the risk of blurting out the wrong truth at the wrong moment is too high. Love can engender a similar range of symptoms, though—and so he finds himself helplessly clutching at Findekano and exhorting him with the earnestness of a drunkard: One whole night! We need to make it count. We need to be making the best of it we can.

What a lapse! But Findekano—bless him for his certainties, how can he be so sure of things?—just grips him even harder and murmurs: We already are. We are.

Chapter End Notes

My second ever drabble. (The first remains unposted.)

In terms of the series, this is set a few years after the Dagor Bragollach and Fingon will be leaving Himring the following morning.