*sighs* this warning is getting a little old... IMPORTANT: Although I am a die-hard Russingon shipper, I am not, as I'm sure is clear by now, including any slash in this drabble collection. In this drabble, I am writing Maedhros and Fingon as best friends forever, super close, brothers-not-by-blood, etc. However, if you have more fun in doing so, by all means read this as Russingon! :))

Anyways, however you read this, I hope you enjoy!

(this story takes place recently after the rescue of Maedhros, when he is still healing)

Fellow Sufferer

"Happy Begetting-day, Russo!" Fingon cried, appearing suddenly, smiling sunnily in the doorway, hands obscured behind his back.

Maedhros managed to smile weakly from his bed as Fingon loped over, looking far-too-pleased with himself for Maedhros' comfort.

"Thank you. You did not have to remember."

"But I did! Now, take a deep sniff."

Maedhros obeyed, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath in.

He smiled.

"Oh, Finde, you are baking me raspberry streusel bars! You shouldn't have!" Maedhros sighed happily, the fruity, buttery aroma becoming stronger and more delectable by the minute.

Maedhros reopened his eyes to look at Fingon, but he frowned as he noticed his friend trying not to squirm and wince, hands still behind his back.

"Finde, is something wrong?"

"No."

"What do you have behind your back?"

Fingon looked like he was trying not to stifle childish giggles as his hands appeared, a small baby fox clutched between them.

It seemed rather playful and nippy, which explained the wincing.

Maedhros smiled.

"Happy Begetting-day, dear Russo! A foxling, just for you." as Fingon handed him the friendly baby fox, Maedhros noticed for the first time the absence of one of its legs.

A three-legged foxling.

"Some of my huntsmen found him, mangled and orphaned, he was caught in a trap. I have been bringing him up, and now he is ready for you! I found you a little fellow sufferer, what do you think?"

Maedhros chuckled softly as the fox nuzzled his bare and bandaged chest, petting it fondly.

"I love him." then he snickered mischievously as Fingon kissed the little fellow on the tip of the nose, "How jealous poor Turko will be."

Fingon laughed outright at this, giving Maedhros a light kiss as well, on the forehead instead of the nose, before hurrying away to get the raspberry squares before they burned.

Finde-Fingon

Russo-Maedhros

Turko-Celegorm

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