Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, blood, mentions of torture, character death, Loss of bodily autonomy (no Non-con)
Chapter: 49
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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The three slept together, working Fingolfin neatly off the bed he'd been cradling Finarfin on.
Fëanor probably should be asleep as well, considering the wounds he needed to recover from, but he kept himself awake out of sheer stubbornness. His other brother was sitting beside his bed, holding his healthy hand.
"We have to move as quickly as possible." The eldest of those that had not passed through the Halls of Mandos whispered. "He released them, but will he let them leave? Us leave?"
Fëanor blinked a few times, breathing evenly as his face half-sank into the soft pillow of the bed he was on. "Doubtful."
"Actually...?" He couldn't move at the voice coming from the stairs. Huan whined softly, though it sounded more like he did whenever Celegorm had been away for a long time rather than some form of upset. "He will let you leave."
"Ilmarë." Fingolfin straightened some. "What does this mean?"
"It means you can take your time to rest before heading off. I'd suggest downriver, to the harbor that supplies this village. A ship would certainly be faster and easier than trying to get through the desert again."
"Why are you even here?" He managed to breathe, and probably would have pushed himself up to face her if Maedhros had not held him down with a hand on his neck.
"Were we supposed to not trade for our ordained king?" Varda's handmaid asked, gliding over with a soft hum on her lips. "We are rather short on Kings of the Noldor, after all. I believe Lord Namó mentioned that at some point..."
He was unsure on what to think about that statement.
"So what exactly was the trade?" Celegorm asked, watching her sit down on the bedside nearest to Finarfin.
"A chance for a chance." She shrugged, rainbows cascading from her shoulders as she did so. "A trade he took... and will honor." The hum under her words settled on his hand, if the torturous itching was any indication.
"A chance for us to be able to get them?" Indis' eldest tilted his head, briefly looking at him when his hold tightened.
"Yes." She inclined her head a bit, opalescent eyes briefly meeting his. "Though I took the liberty to interfere at the end there."
"Much appreciated." He had to admit, because at the rate things had been going, he had been doubtful that he'd manage to last the full twenty hours.
"I assumed so." The Maia looked away, outside through the window. "I will not be able to stay much longer than I already have, but be assured that he will give you enough time to at least be moveable."
"Notably, not enough time to regain full strength?" Maedhros leaned forward a bit, moving his father with the shifting mattress.
"I am afraid that he is not that kind." The female rose from her seat, as Fëanor twitched his fingers. They weren't perfect, probably because she was not trained in healing, but they were certainly better than they had been before she entered the building. "But he will honor an agreement he made, of that I am certain."
They'd have to simply count on that, then. He shifted his arm, getting a bit more comfortable. His back had not gotten a dose from the Maia's power, but that was a mere matter of time.