Trinkets by Independence1776

Chapter 16

Maedhros frets. Fingon calms him down. For Zeen for Fandom_Stocking 2013. Ficlet. Rated General.

Maedhros rose from the window seat when Fingon entered the house. “Do they still bicker?”

“Have they ever stopped?” Fingon snorted and closed the door. “Despite that, Father has acquiesced to meet with you.”

Maedhros nodded and sank back onto the cushion, Fingon joining him. “My own siblings fear I have lost my mind. Not all of them-- Maglor and Amras agree with my reasoning-- but I remain grateful that apart from them, only you know my purpose.”

Fingon smiled and brushed a loose strand of hair off Maedhros’ forehead. “It will work.”

Maedhros turned his head to stare out of the window at the waters of Mithrim. “If it doesn’t, I don’t know what will heal the rift between our Houses.”

Fingon nudged Maedhros’ shoulder. “Stop fretting. It will.”