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Chapter 8: A new dawn

By Ethele_Feanarion(@anahrive) Rated M Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings TW: torture (mentioned), PTSD symptoms

Vanima? Mind coming back to me? , whatever Fingon was doing he was not supposed to know, but the tranquility of his lover came with an answer, “walk to the other side of the pool, keep west you would find me” . 

He picked up the dark green cape from the saddlebag, draped it over his shoulder, laced the cords and then put his hair in a loose knot, using the main brain that kept most of the curly strands for his face as guidance. He walked towards the direction he was given, and sure enough a few minutes he saw Fingon, standing there facing him, he was wearing a blue shirt and white trousers, above them a loose open kind of tunic of ocean blue colors, with Fingolfin’s sigil in the chest. Over it he had the pelerine identical to the ones he owned in Beleriand; white fur around the neck, and blackish pelt covering shoulders and back.

Fingon had used the time to change cloth, and his hair, the multiple braids for riding where undone, instead there was a simple braid latch with the golden ribbons that pulled back a sections of hair strands from each temple, and two locks of hair woven with the classic golden ribbon were left to frame his face. That specific look he remembered, he had known it before Fingon opened the bond again, bringing forth the memory of the first time Fingon had arrived at Himring after their reconciliation. 

-I remember- he closed the distance between them, wanting to hug the other to him, but before he did it, he was forced to stop, the shinny blue eyes had something sparkling there, as Fingon took his right hand between his own.

-I Findekáno Astaldo Fingon Nolofinwëion, give you Nelyafinwë Russandol Maehdros Fëanárion my word, that I take you today as a true betrothed, to hold your hand again in matrimony, until then I shall never betray your fëa, as I give myself to you, hröa and fëa willingly- he was blushing, he felt the blood pulling in his cheeks, eyes wide open, and then he felted the ring sliding into his right fourth finger, where it should have always been. 

He wanted to see the ring, but he was ensnared by the beaming love on the light blue eyes of his beloved; a part of him knew that Fingon had brought him to Lórien to propose, but he had not expected to be so sudden and charged with so many details. Look at it, he force his eyes to the ring as requested and heard himself gasp, branches that touch the blue topaz and fire opals, making a beautiful composition for the frontal lapis lazuli jewel; he couldn’t remember the amount of times he had braided that jewel to his cousin’s hair, or beg him to use them in the kingly presentations, as it represented Fingon so perfectly, mercurial blue with golden lights.

He reached to his pocket, bringing the box out with his left hand and offered it to Fingon, his lover open it, from the bond he felt the admiration, and he knew his meaning was not lost, for all of it went over Fingon’s mind; the intensity of the crushing love was stronger than him, feeling the way his knees wanted to buckle he knelt again to Fingon, and took the ring to slide it in the right ring finger -I Nelyafinwë Russandol Maedhros Fëanárion, give you Findekáno Astaldo Fingon Nolofinwëion my word, that I take you today as a true betrothed, to hold your hand again in matrimony, until then I shall never betray your fëa, as I give myself to you, hröa and fëa willingly- he lean forward and kiss the right palm, letting his lips press for a moment too long.

@puddinguin is the brilliant artist for this piece, and we got the challenge then! I made the fic for @russingon-week (finished late but sure) and she did the piece of art as entry for the Russingonweek 2025. True be told, we talked the art so long ago, the art was finished long before I manage to get the words out some 60K words later.

Note - I would like you to wear this outfit for the feast.  I always enjoy you in red.  Tru.

Ava

Merry Christmas