{Voice} Failed Private to Fingon

[castintofire]

Finno? If you have a moment, I have something to show {tell} you.

{Maedhros has been at war with himself since Fingon's arrival. To tell him, or not. But the fires, and everything else that has happened have helped one side win more over the other.

Any listening ears might pick up the sound of leaves rustling in the orchard.}

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[utulien_aure]

[Fingon raises an eyebrow and slips something into his pocket so that Maedhros can't see.]

I'm free at the moment. Should I bring anything?

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[castintofire]

Only yourself, I have anything we might need here already.

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[utulien_aure]

[Laughing] So this is a surprise? Fear not, I won't ask you to ruin it for me.

[If the message had been, "Meet me there in a week", of course, it'd be a different story.]

I'll be with you in a moment, barring any accidents.

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[castintofire]

Hopefully a good surprise!

{Maedhros has already made them wait long enough! Another week would be cruel.}

Please be careful! It should be safe enough right now though.

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[utulien_aure]

I look forward to it.

[ It would be cruel. Fingon would spend the week trying to wheedle it out of him; there would be no peace.

He arrives a few minutes later, having successfully avoided any paint enthusiasts there may have been]

Maitimo? I'm here.

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[castintofire]

{Just another reason to stay away from certain over-eager marksmen! And Maedhros would have caved within a day of Fingon wheedling at him.

He's still nervous, ears a rather amusing shade of red from realizing he'd made the request not as private as intended, but there's a shy smile as he steps into view.}

You wasted no time. Thank you for coming. It is just a few steps away...

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[utulien_aure]

[Maedhros' red ears are definitely noticed; Fingon gives him an amused, pointed look and a poorly suppressed grin at the sight]

Would you have preferred I waited? I can go back and try again, if there was a particular entrance you were looking for....

[He moves to take Maedhros' hand in his, then nods]

Lead the way, Russandol.

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[castintofire]

{That makes it worse! Maedhros knows he's turning even brighter, but smiles - because Fingon is here and that is all that matters.}

No! Your entrance was perfect. {He chuckles softly, entwining their fingers together and tugs the younger Elf away from the path. He stops a little ways on, where he's spread out a blanket over the ground and set out a picnic basket.}

I hope you are hungry. {There's also a small box in the middle of the spread, waiting almost innocently.}

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[utulien_aure]

Be careful, all that flattery might go to my head. [It's always fun watching Maedhros blush; somehow it never clashes with his hair the way it ought to. He lets Maedhros pull him along, and when he sees the picnic basket a pleased warmth spreads through him.

With one more warm squeeze in thanks, he moves to sit down on the blanket.]

Oh, always. [A small grin.] I'm still hoping against hope for a few more inches, and every bit might help.

[He notes the box's placement and gives Maitimo a questioning look]

Should I ask now, or wait until later?

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[castintofire]

It should. You earn every reminder. {Not that Maedhros is biased!

He returns the squeeze, happy to see the arrangement pleases Fingon. And grins, pushing aside as much of his nerves as he can as he sits beside him.}

If you can grow taller, then you will. {Secretly he hopes it doesn't happen, because Fingon is perfect just how he is. Again, denying that bias!

...And he's nervous again, when Fingon looks at him with that question.}

That is your choice, Finno. I...have something I have been wanting to tell you for...a while. It can wait until we have eaten, or I can tell you now.

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[utulien_aure]

You'll regret it when I can't fit my head through the door. [Maedhros is flagrantly biased- but Fingon likes it when his wonderful, ridiculous cousin is biased in his favor. He always has.

Fingon stares at Maedhros for a long moment, brow creased in concern.]

Would you feel better if we wait?