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[castintoflames]

(Someone is finally peeking out of his cabin, looking like he has been through hell. Greetings, world!)

What food do you recommend after feeling ill? (He is the color of snow except for his fiery red hair and his one blue eye. The grey eye, filled with shadow, only makes him look worse.)

Father? Mother? Brothers? Is all well? I am sorry for my absence.

Finno, what of you? You will not escape my concern, cousin.

(This is what you get when you are tortured extensively by Morgoth. There are times Maedhros's strength simply fails him and he can't find the energy to leave his bed.)

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[utulien_aure]

[Teasingly] After the crowd you faced, I certainly hope so.

[Fingon's face tightens as he pulls his cousin closer. He's seen Maedhros slip away before; it's never to a good place.]

Do you feel up to speaking of it?

[castintoflames]

I wasn't expecting so many.

(He relaxes against Fingon, eyes slipping shut. For a few moments, he can see Valinor, he can smell the pure air and feel his cousin warm against him. Safe.)

The shadows live inside of me. He buried them deep so that if I did escape, I would never forget him.

[utulien_aure]

You think too little of yourself,

[He chides, then shifts to let Maedhros get more comfortable.]

And yet, here you are. Despite him, and despite all he could try.

[castintoflames]

Far better than thinking too much of myself.

(Fingon isn't going to be let go. Maedhros is demanding snuggles.)

I am here because of you and your Light. I hear your voice when the nightmares end.

[utulien_aure]

[Snorting]

That you were never in danger of.

[Shaking his head]

Hush, love. I could only bring you so far on the road to recovery. The rest you traveled yourself.