Fingon looked up at his father, feeling reassured. His father was a calming presence- when he wasn't angered that is. He had never felt that anger directed on him and he wanted to be strong so Fingolfin wouldn't be disappointed in him.
"Are you alright? Are you hungry or want something to drink?" he asked with concern, still not letting go.
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"Are you alright? Are you hungry or want something to drink?" he asked with concern, still not letting go.