"I certainly hope so," Fingon muttered. He snuggled into Maedhros' arms, trying to ignore the fear twisting in his gut. Of course he's sorry, he's always sorry, but when the time comes you're the one always chasing after him.

"It might be best to sleep through this whole affair if you can." He shrugged slightly, heavy limbs making each movement ungainly. "Need anything? I'm still not so bad...."