He was quick to gently brush the tear away, concern and dread growing the more Fingon spoke. Fingolfin took his son's face in both hands, tilting it back up and cradling it - firm, unyielding, but careful to do no harm.
"You never should have had to wear it, though our people could do worse." People called his first born weak, too young to hold any responsibility. Oh, he knew what his own family said about Fingon - his half brother, his nephews. But he knew better. "You have proven yourself to me many times."
A kiss to Fingon's forehead again. "I cannot promise to not leave again, but while we remain here I will not stray from your side."
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He was quick to gently brush the tear away, concern and dread growing the more Fingon spoke. Fingolfin took his son's face in both hands, tilting it back up and cradling it - firm, unyielding, but careful to do no harm.
"You never should have had to wear it, though our people could do worse." People called his first born weak, too young to hold any responsibility. Oh, he knew what his own family said about Fingon - his half brother, his nephews. But he knew better. "You have proven yourself to me many times."
A kiss to Fingon's forehead again. "I cannot promise to not leave again, but while we remain here I will not stray from your side."