Who: Maedhros, Fingon What: Mae had a bad night(mare). :( When: Uhhh...this is backlogged a bit! Sometime this month, foo shoo! Rating: PGish for driving the porcelain bus due to bad dreams involving Morgoth. Cuz Morgoth is a total sucktard. Status: Complete!
He’d made it to the bathroom, barely, and now Maedhros was hugging the toilet bowl, clinging onto it like it was something that was going to help him now. It wasn’t real. It wasn’t real. He told himself that again, and tried to make it true, but the dream, like the other one with the ships burning had been so vivid.
He’d felt EVERYTHING. He’d been so terrified, and he was terrified about things still, actually. So, it was a deeply traumatized elf guy who was hanging out in there, one hand now wrapped in a section of his hair, as if, by seeing it, he could make things less real.
Not much of a chance for that so far. Shudder.
Fingon had dreams. Oooooh yeah, he had some terrible dreams, one cascading after another. But such was the way of one who chose to keep a brave face and remain positive, that Fingon was able to hide any inner turmoil he felt, and silently hope that it wouldn't affect Maedhros.
Alas, it was not so. And he'd awoke to Maitimo running for the bathroom to be sick. It was how he felt at times, when he awoke from the dreams. But, even though he hadn't had one that he could recall offhand that evening, he felt sick now because of how Maedhros felt, and he knew his boyfriend had remembered one of several horrifying things. Now it was a question of which horrifying thing.
He slipped out of bed and made his way into the bathroom, blowing some of his hair out of his face before kneeling down by Maedhros' side, resting his cheek on his shoulder and one hand hand on his back.
Leave it to Fingon, though, to try to lighten the mood, or at least take a stab at it. "I imagine this is not something a fruity drink will solve, is it?"
It was worth a try.
That? Got him a weak little attempt at a snicker and tinier one at a grin. “Oh I don’t know.” Maedhros was pale, really pale, and still shaking but Fingon here helped a lot. He hadn’t wanted to wake him up but didn’t mind now that he was. “Alcohol might be the best thing ever right now. Morgoth.” he added in explanation. “I was going to negotiate a treaty with him. He sent a LOT more people than we’d agreed on. They overpowered mine. ...He cut my hair.”
That last bit? Ended up kinda choked. Oh geez.
With the way he and Maedhros were, they had a tendency to internalize things, and try to distract themselves whenever they were able, either in each other or in doing adventurous or fun things. It worked 99% of the time. But this was a 1% exception to that rule, because it counted as special circumstances.
Even so, with Fingon, you never deserted those that you cared for, even in the case of some of his family, who were stinkers or liked secluding themselves. They were still family. And with him, friends counted as his family, too.
"I'll get you a drink, or a drink for us both, but I must tell you before I do, that I already knew," Fingon said, smushing his cheek against Maedhros' shoulder even more. He sounded less happy-go-chatty and far more solemn, as well as apologetic. "I did not want to alarm you. That's why I spent the remainder of the night making music mixes for the club and baking cupcakes."
With rainbow candies on top of the pink frosting. Hey, it all came from a box, and there was enough cupcakes to serve a wedding reception by the time dawn hit...but Fingon had never been one to half-ass things. More like he dove in headfirst, sometimes resulting in towers of toast or an elaborately planned adventure, from start to finish, done in a matter of a few hours.
"I don't know if you remembered what happened after that and I do not want to alarm you," Fingon explained. "So if you do remember, don't hesitate to wake me! Kick me out of the bed so I land on the floor, if you must. But trust that I would never, ever let anyone harm you, much less one of the glorious hairs on the top of your head."
“Oh geez.” Maedhros said, nodding. “You did seem a little...even hyper for you. Did the cupcakes work?” he wondered. Not that they really needed to make more but...he could find something else to make. “Because cookies might be good to go with them. We could use that unicorn cookie cutter we found that time.” And give them licorice hair or something.
And then the next part. “Geez, I’m sorry I didn’t..Uh do YOU want to talk about it more. Because I’m here and stuff and if we do it together it might not be AS bad. As for what happened after...not yet.” he said. “All I know is...I was being captured and..things. I don’t know what he planned to do with me or anything. You’d think if I was ransom it’d be in his interest to not do anything too horrible, right? “ Then he paused. “Not that I hope anybody went after me, given those circumstances. It could have been so dangerous. And I do trust you. I definitely trust you.”
"No, because I am more chatty than you are, and after I have taken the right amount of time to contemplate the fine mess we both find ourselves in, then I will talk about it. But not until after I have made a mountain of french toast, baked ten tons of ill-fated misshapen unicorn cookies, and consoled you. After fruity blender drinks."
Fingon? Had priorities. He could not only comfort Maedhros in his time of need, but he would someday conquer the kitchen with whatever grand new idea he got in his head. Which was fine, because right now? He was remembering all that he had dreamed, and how he had marched off to save Maedhros, and how he found him, and...what happened next made him place a reverent kiss upon Maedhros' shoulder and be glad that he was safe and whole.
"I don't know what to say, meleth," Fingon told him, using an elven term of endearment. "If I say more, then I might frighten you, if I say too little, then I leave things to chance and you could be upset even more. Know that I would not let anything happen to you and take heart in that!"
He hoped that was enough to reassure him and - if Maedhros thought on it - maybe it would let him know like he was hinting, what was going to happen. At least to where he was saying he would go after him, without really saying it in so many words. Eyedart!
Maedhros eyedarted back. He was getting ideas, and the idea was that whatever it was, Fingon had come to save him. He wasn’t sure he liked being responsible for something like that of all things, you know, for making Fingon come after him like that and risk himself.
“You always find a way to save me, don’t you?” he asked, nuzzling him a little. He wouldn’t think about that shoulder kiss and what it might mean just now. That implied stuff that, well, he really didn’t want to think about how he’d end up losing any limbs, if he lost them.
“But so.” Maedhros pasted a smile on his face, and it was genuine, because he was with Fingon, who he loved and trusted above everything else. “Unicorn cookies and french toast and all the things. And dealing with this later. Once we’ve had time to mull on it a little, maybe figure things out in our head.” Pause. “Heads.”
Yeah. They didn’t share one after all. It was hard to remember that sometimes.
Those ideas of Fingon single-handedly undertaking something that could very well get him killed or be the most damn valiant thing ever done, would not be unfounded. More mental eyedarting? Insert it, here.
He also loved Maedhros all the same, missing limbs or not. But that was something that Fingon left unsaid, even if he promised himself he would be there for Maedhros, when he remembered it, finally.
"Of course I would save you, without a second thought," was Fingon's incredibly confident reply, with a warm smile. Both arms found their way around Maedhros and gave him a hugging, because, really, he needed it if he was remembering all this stuff. You don't ditch the people you love and care about, ever. That was Fingon's motto and he was sticking to it. "I am going to make you so many cookies and all the dessert things, that you will go out of our head just looking at them. Right after I get you to drink a fruity drink. Unless you'd rather have more hugs and hot chocolate with marshmallows in it, because that makes everyone feel better when they're upset."
QFT.
Maedhros clung to Fingon for what felt like a really long time. He hoped that Fingon didn't mind having a boyfriend’ s head wedged under his chin, because that was so what was going on. Never mind that Maedhros was taller, it was still comforting.
“Hey,” he said. “Sorry I’m making this into a big thing. I mean, I know it’s not...we can be rational about it and stuff, and I should have been. It’s...shock I guess.” He finished. , then just snuggled again.
“Well you’d better let me make some of them too, you know.” Maedhros pointed out. “I wanna decorate the things. And hmm. hot chocolate with marshmallows AND brandy?”
Cute little smile.
It broke Fingon’s heart a little, because he knew what was coming, and he couldn’t bear to even say it. So he smiled back, a little wistfully, and then placed a very reverent kiss upon Maedhros’ lips for a moment, before stroking his cheek and holding him tight again.
“It is a very big deal and you are entitled,” he explained, a little less animated in his manner of speech, but no less kind than how he usually was. “And the shock is something I think is normal, too. But you’re not alone and that’s what matters most, and you might think you are alone then too, but you won’t be. So rest easy in knowing that, even if things look like they are at their most hopeless.”
He smiled back at Maedhros a little brighter, having said that. “I will bake all the things and you may decorate them, while we get fabulously warm and fuzzy with spiked hot choco and marshmallows!”
Because that truly sounded wonderful and full of holiday spirit. Fueled by spirits of the alcoholic variety. Darn drinky Elves.
That wistful smile made Maedhros wonder how much MORE Fingon knew. How much more, and how bad it was, and what he’d do when he found that out, Maybe he should ask, But nah, he’d probably wait instead. It would be better not to, right.
“It’s good to have someone, to have you in this. I mean, this sounds horrible, and I really do apologize, but...” Maedhros eyedarted. “I guess if I have to share this with anyone, I’m glad it’s you. Because I trust you.” Little smile thing.
“But so, Spiked cocoa and marshmallows and misshapen unicorns. Let’s do this! Alcohol and sugar made EVERYTHING better right?
“It’s not horrible!” Fingon insisted, with a broader and easily given smile. He wanted to protect Maedhros from the worst of it, and he almost...almost...blurted out the entire story. Right, it was better in Fingon’s book to deal with things as they happened, in an efficient and valiantly well-meaning manner. And that was why he held his tongue, preferring instead not to get in trouble for saving Maedhros. Solo. Like a bad ass. EYEDART. >_>
“ALCOHOL AND SUGAR,” Fingon said suddenly, hopping up onto his feet and pointing in the general direction of the kitchen. Those things DID fix stuff, because what respectable First Age Elf wouldn’t like sweets and liqueurs? “To the kitchen!”
And off he ran, like he was chasing down a pack of evil doers!
Maedhros glanced at that eyedart, then shook his head fondly. “You’re such an idiot. you know?” He asked, trailing behind him, grinning. “MY idiot. Anything worse happen to YOU and you let me know. I...want to help with that too. If I can. But until then...”ALCOHOL AND SUGAR IT IS!” And away he ran!
Fingon nearly ran into a wall, rather than into the kitchen. Such was the extent of his eyedarting, that he wasn’t really looking where he was going. Thanks in part to his former elvish gracefulness, he made a near fumble look like ballet done by surefooted, high-altitude mountain goats.
And that was because the worse things that he had dreamed about, had to mostly do with missing hands and who they belonged to. The rest? The rest Fingon could deal with. Even when it came to battle, he was good at that, and defending lands against a big baddie was something he could get behind. Using getting some crafted shinies back as the primary excuse? Not so much! But he wasn’t about to go stirring that pot, when it didn’t need stirring. That was there and this was here!
And in the kitchen? Fingon began to make some very strong drinks and super sweet treats, all while going LALALALALA at the top of his lungs. >_>
It was probably a good thing the shinies didn’t have a chance of showing up here, wasn’t it? Maedhros thought those would result in something particularly heinous and horrible going down, even if they knew better here. That was sort of the nature of the stupid things. He hoped his father never ended up a part of this dream thing .
All the same, he pushed that aside right now too, and went for the colored sugars that he usually used to rim glasses with, and then the rainbow licorice for unicorn manes.
“What do you think, all the colors for the mane or should we alternate?” he asked, peeling the little strings apart slowly.
“All the colors!” was Fingon’s reply, and he really hoped that the shinies didn’t show up, ever ever again. Did not want! It was probably better that way, even if Maedhros’ good ol’ dad showed up. Fingon’s LALALALALALA was raised up to epic levels of singing-badly-dom.
It was SO much better that way. If Maedhros’s dad showed up NOW, after all that he’d seen, well let’s just say there were reasons he was avoiding his other family members for a while. Nuzzlling against Fingon, he carefully shredded the licorice bits into little piles.
“Hm horns.” he said, considering that now. “We should make them SHINY. Do we have those little gold balls?” And then, he started giggling at what he’d said. And couldn’t stop.
Better than the alternative though, right?
“Oh you,” Fingon said with a ear-to-ear smile. “I’ll get you some shiny gold balls.”
He bounded over to the kitchen cupboards, threw them all open, rummaged until he found the shiny candies, and then bounded over to Maedhros. He not only gave him a huge kiss, but he also slipped the gold balls into his hand. The candies, you pervs. THE CANDIES.
“Don’t say I never gave you anything, meleth!” said Fingon, quite happily.