WHO: Fingon and OPEN WHAT: Wandering through town WHEN: Monday morning WHERE: In town STATUS: Open/Ongoing WARNINGS: None expected
Fingon was, in a word, lonely. Ever since Maedhros had left Vinyamar to stay with his foster son in Rivendell, he had been out of sorts. It was not that he was angry at Maedhros, or that he didn't understand why he did what he did. In a logical sense, he found himself understanding completely why he had felt the need to leave the elven palace. Fingon's own mother, first of all, had made it entirely uncomfortable for him there. She hated their friendship, although Fingon didn't truly know why, and his father always told him that he would tell him at a later time which never actually came. He could only assume that it was her staunch hatred of the house of Fëanor, although part of him was also hurt by the fact that his mother couldn't accept someone who was so dear to him. And instantly, he felt bad for questioning his mother.
He sighed. Maedhros would know what to say if he were here right now; he would have Fingon laughing within minutes.
Fingon couldn't help but feel that he'd done something wrong. Maedhros had sworn that it wasn't that at all, but surely if he'd been a good enough friend, if he'd made him happy enough, that he wouldn't have wanted to leave. It had been a lonely night last night, with nothing but the roar of the sea to keep him company.
He found himself in the center of town, and as he looked around, he realized he had no idea what he was doing here. He wasn't hungry, he didn't need anything, and he didn't really know many people here. So, unsure of what else to do, he made for the park. Perhaps he could wake the trees, and find a companion there.