Who: Maedhros & Elenwë What: Having an actual discussion about sexism, complaining about Anairë, and speculating about Aikanáro and Andreth. Where: Vinyamar When: Now. Warnings | Status: TBD | In progress
Maedhros was brooding, which was not altogether uncommon or unusual for him to do. Indeed, he spent more time sitting and thinking than a statue did. But it was in his nature and always had been, even in the early days in Valinor. He sat now in a room with Elenwë, his oldest friend, who knew him better than any, save Fingon and Maedhros' own mother, Nerdanel. Elenwë had wanted to talk, and Maedhros had sought her out for the same reason. Always they had been friends who shared their troubles, despite the odds their families--chosen or not--put between them. And that would never change no matter their personal thoughts on the fathers of their families.
The Fëanorian lifted his eyes from his hand where he stared at his fingers and met Elenwë's grey ones. It still surprised him to find Turgon's face there looking back at him, but he had at least curbed the desire to throttle him on sight. Though his recent conversation with Anairë had built that fantasy back up. He stared for a moment then looked away. He could not let his anger get the best of him. Was not Fingon always telling him so? Fingon, who always calmed his spirit, directed his fury and got him to cool the fire in his soul.
He leaned back in the chair, lounging very much with the grace any Prince of the Noldor did, and folded his arms across his chest. He regarded his friend closely for a moment. "It is true," he agreed, "that women are treated differently. Men are treated as men, and women are treated like children," picking up the conversation where they'd left off just minutes before.