A/N Before anything happens...Siwen is Fingon's wife, and she is part of Fingon and Maedhros' little circle. I believe Maedhros would dote on her as if she were a sister. I mean, the man probably wanted a sister after the fourth brother was born. :P
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Beleriand...
Fingon stared at the scroll in his hands as he lay on the couch. He half-dreaded what the contents were inside. He did not ask who it was from, and if it was a private message: it was either Maglor or Maedhros.
The elf-prince exhaled out his nose and broke the seal.
The informal structuring and familiar writing relieved most of his anxiety, and he ended up having an amused smile as he read the short message.
'Father made such an unnecessary stir about the race of men. They cannot find their way out of a crate from what I have seen. Some fainted when they beheld my face. They cannot endure too much. They are respectable though, and have proven their mettle, from what Finrod has shared with me.
Would you like to share? I have gained a vast lot that I am finding difficult to manage.'
Fingon felt interested and had some boyish-excitement about this new race. He wished his cousin would have given more detail, but since this was one of those serious matters…
"There you are, son. There is something we need to consider."
Right on time.
Fingon leaned his head back to see his father standing in the archway, upside-down. The prince waved the open letter in the air. "Already ahead of you."
Fingolfin blinked and sighed. "I find it unnecessary that he should send formal and informal letters at the same time."
"I do not think you would appreciate half-melted treats in your letters, father. I am still waiting for that next gift of chocolate he gets from the dwarves to give to SĂwen."
Fingolfin shook his head, "Children. Get up from there and let us discuss this."
Fingon stood up gracefully and stuffed the letter into his tunic.