but the dawn is brief
by queerofthedagger (@queerofthedagger)
His brother has returned for the first time in four hundred years, and Fingon does not want to start a fight. He is glad; he is. It has been so long since there was anyone he called family to lean on. It has been so long since he heard Turgonās booming laughter, his haughty commentary from beneath his breath that he would deny uttering to anyone but his siblings. Since Fingon thought of his younger brother and felt anything that was simple and fond, rather than complicated, threaded through with resentment, and guilt, and anger that tastes a little too much like regret. āFindekĆ”no,ā Turgon says, and this is the lesson his father never finished teachingāhow to swallow the words, and how to keep them off his face, too. Fingon and Turgon, and their long-awaited reunion at the Nirnaeth Arnoediad.
Teen, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
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