Friends Forever
"Hello Fingolfin." Feanor greeted his half-brother coldly, a false smile adorning his features.
"Feanor! I have missed you." Fingolfin cried, a much more friendly smile on his face as he embraced the creator of the Silmarils, who, to his credit, barely flinched.
Fingon, standing behind his father, smiled shyly at Maedhros who stood beside Feanor, as they caught each other's eye.
Maedhros drew him to the side as the group began to disperse, and he whispered mischievously:
"Our fathers do not seem to be overfond of each other."
"Aye, your father seems to think ill of mine." Fingon agreed, running a pale slender hand through his long dark hair as it got in the way of his vision.
"I certainly hope that does not mean their sons must also be at strife." Maedhros ventured as the two half-cousins began to saunter off in the direction of a large open field together.
"Certainly not! All I hope is that you are fond of pie, our cook has three currently cooling on the windowsill, ripe for the filching."
Three pies, two friendly wrestling matches, and one embarrassing and memorable encounter with a group of bathing elf-maids later, the two sat resting in the refreshing shade of a great tree, Maedhros resolutely taking care of Fingon's thick hair once and for all with intricate plaits and golden thread, while his new friend sang a song he had just recently learned to the plucking of his delicate harp. Maedhros was picky about music, living with Maglor always glued to your side would make anyone that way, but somehow, Fingon's occasionally wavering voice and mis-notes seemed just right.
For this drabble the song Fingon is singing to Maedhros is the one he later sings when rescuing him from Thangorodrim, for those who wish to know the inner workings of my mind. :) Reviews are always nice too...