WHO: Fingon and OPEN! WHAT: At the supermarket WHEN: Tuesday evening WHERE: Kroger's WARNINGS: TBD/likely low STATUS: Open/Ongoing
The markets here in Madison Valley were nothing like the markets he had so often frequented in Tirion. But if anything could surpass the markets of the Ñoldor, it was this glorious display of fruits and vegetables on their little neatly stacked tables. Mangoes! And it was nearly winter. Apples, blueberries, pears, hundreds upon hundreds of fruits and vegetables, many of which Fingon did not even know the names for! It was glorious, beautiful, and his heart and fëa sang as he twirled around, his hair flying out behind him as he tried to discover what to try next.
It was a cathartic thing, this simple joy. The wound from the news of his father's passing still festered, a darkness that time would never fully erase. He had always been a dutiful and loving son, despite how hard his father had pushed him when he had been but an elfling. And his loss - even if it were in his future - was staggeringly painful. And this pain was easily seen in the redness of his eyes, marking the tears that had fallen. There was no shame in emotion among the eldar, and tears were not always an evil.
But as he turned back to the fruit, he was once again overwhelmed by Eru's goodness, and felt music building within him. Eru would see his father well, he was sure of it, as he would see all things well in time.
Throwing his arms to the sides, he looked up at the ceiling, and without controlling his volume in the least, he broke into song with a lovely ode of praise to Eru, the One, and to all of the glories of his bounteous creation.