One Hundred Words About Maedhros by Himring

Unchained

As the title indicates, this forms a pair with the preceding drabble.

Fingon's POV.

A little more adult, but not "adult".

‘You are getting rather good at this, you know,’ he says, teasing me gently for my enthusiasm, conscious that he himself is not—not always.

Sometimes, in the midst of things, a little shudder will run through him, the wrong kind. His muscles tense, in the wrong sort of way. His expression, for a moment, goes blank.

He pushes his forehead against my shoulder in mute apology. I hold him as lightly as I can, resting my fingertips between his shoulder blades, until his body responds to my touch again.

And so he allows me a part in this, also.