Handicapped
Handicapped.
That was the only word Maedhros could make out clearly as he overheard his brothers' whispered conversation.
He clenched his fist in frustration, in denial, feeling anger begin to broil up inside him.
"What is the matter?" Fingon asked him no more than five minutes later as the two long-time friends were studying the maps littering every available surface.
Maedhros' fist was still clenched under the table.
"I am not handicapped." he muttered angrily, eyes roving pointlessly over the map spread out before him.
"You are right. The only thing that can handicap you, dearest, is your own attitude about this new dimension to your life." Fingon replied softly, putting a pale hand on the lump in Maedhros' robes where he had hidden his stump.
There was a long silence, Fingon gazing earnestly at Maedhros, Maedhros looking away.
"I am handicapped." he finally whispered, meeting Fingon's gaze.
"Only if that is what you think."
Maedhros smiled.
There was a reason he and Fingon had been the best of friends since childhood.
"Thank you."
"It is only the truth. Now, how exactly do you want this garrison stationed?"
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