you're in the wind, i'm in the water [WIP]
by atlantablack (@atlantablack)
Part 1 of it is not a sacrifice if you lose nothing in the giving
Fingolfin feels like part of him is still stuck in Beleriand, blood on his teeth and an all-consuming anger splintering out of control. Like he'll blink and once again see Morgoth's foot coming down. He wants—what does he want? He does not wish to be dead. He is, he supposes, grateful for this chance to fix things as much as they can be fixed. But Fingolfin wants, he still wants— —he wants for Fëanor to know him. Wants to work through all the ugly words and acts of violence that had divided them and come out the other side better for it. He cannot throw all the scathing anger in his chest at a brother who does not understand. Cannot scream at this Fëanor for burning the boats, for leaving them to the ice, for Elenwë, for Argon, for the countless others who had followed him and paid for it. And so what is he meant to do with the anger? He cannot swallow it all down forever while also salvaging his relationship with Fëanor in this new song. He wants, he thinks, watching a potter unmake a bowl that was marred, to unsing himself as well.
Teen, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Words: 44,364
