Fly
Fingon's faith in his friendship with Maedhros leads him to the decision to rescue him. For Jubilee instadrabbling, a double drabble using four words the song "Defying Gravity" from Wicked (Revolution challenge): hurt, delusions, tandem, fly.
Findekáno remembered firelight bloodying the bellies of the clouds as the swanships burned and tried to harden his heart.
But in bed at night, in comfort—not the silk sheets of Tirion but a straw mattress and a fire to keep the frost at bay—he thought of Nelyo. Hurt. The fire in the grate seemed to jeer at Findekáno; his quilt bound him. What Nelyo must feel, right now, sliced Findekáno's imagination like fresh-honed blades.
Sleep deprivation and pity softened him, and in the deepest dark at Yule, while others indulged meager celebration, Findekáno was tormented by the delusion that Nelyo had remembered him at the burning.
All had been done in tandem, ever with the thought of the other alongside—even before—thought of himself. Why would that have changed? Findekáno snatched at the flame of the candle, enjoying the bite on his palm, leaving himself in darkness with the largeness of his thoughts. It wouldn't have changed. It wouldn't.
There was a bag he'd packed, intending to make an appearance at the celebration, with a loaf and wineskin. Fly, fly. The trickle of icemelt coming down the window seemed to speak to him. Fly. Fly north.
Legend has it: he did.
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