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Fandom: TOLKIEN J. R. R. • The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth
Rating: T+
Relationship: Fëanor & Fingolfin | Fëanor & Findis & Fingolfin & Lalwen & Finarfin
Word Count: 6,984
( Content Warnings )( Chapters: )
Summary:
Anger flares swift and bright in Fëanor's eyes. "Your life is not an acceptable risk! Just because you have continued to wake up so far does not mean you have any guarantee you will continue to do so in the future!"
"I know," he tells Fëanor, because he does. He just hadn't cared. "But even if this is the last song, the last chance, my death would have still run him off. Would have hopefully given you all more time."
Fëanor leans forward until he is right in Fingolfin’s face, a terrible anger on his face, and Fingolfin would be scared if he were not grappling with the idea that the anger is fear for him, not anger because of him. "Your life is not an acceptable risk," Fëanor hisses. "If you were not grievously injured—"
"You'd punch me?" he finishes, laughing softly.
( Beginning Notes: )( the dead don't die, the heart still beats )( End Notes )
also posted on ao3
Rating: T+
Relationship: Fëanor & Fingolfin | Fëanor & Findis & Fingolfin & Lalwen & Finarfin
Word Count: 6,984
( Content Warnings )( Chapters: )
Summary:
Anger flares swift and bright in Fëanor's eyes. "Your life is not an acceptable risk! Just because you have continued to wake up so far does not mean you have any guarantee you will continue to do so in the future!"
"I know," he tells Fëanor, because he does. He just hadn't cared. "But even if this is the last song, the last chance, my death would have still run him off. Would have hopefully given you all more time."
Fëanor leans forward until he is right in Fingolfin’s face, a terrible anger on his face, and Fingolfin would be scared if he were not grappling with the idea that the anger is fear for him, not anger because of him. "Your life is not an acceptable risk," Fëanor hisses. "If you were not grievously injured—"
"You'd punch me?" he finishes, laughing softly.
( Beginning Notes: )( the dead don't die, the heart still beats )( End Notes )
also posted on ao3
