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hair holds memory, and the first thing maedhros did when got his dagger prosthesis was to get rid of them the best he could (unfortunately for him, that wasn't enough).

It really doesn't help that none of the Fëanorians have sworn any fealty to Finarfin. They have, in fact, refused to swear fealty to Finarfin. Technically Formenos isn't part of Tirion and it's pretty far away, but this is very not reassuring if you are, say, someone who is very aware of how good the Fëanorians are at overthrowing kings and massacring cities.

(As far as the Fëanorians are concerned, the kingship by rights belongs to the House of Fëanor and only passed to Fingolfin and Fingon because Maedhros said so. Maedhros has said nothing about Finarfin inheriting, ergo, Finarfin isn't their king.)

He notices signs of habitation (impossible to miss the CITY that's sprung up around Formenos when there was barely a town there before), and that the keep itself has been repaired (no more massive broken doors or bloodstains on the parquet) but he wasn't expecting PEOPLE.

SO MANY PEOPLE. It's overwhelming. There he is in threadbare salt stiff clothes, thin as a rail and not a single bit of jewelry, and they're all so happy to see him. He's all but picked up by the crowd and gently deposited at the nearly empty head table. Tyelpe is maybe there and hands him a bread roll.