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Fingolfin: *stands kind of awkwardly at the door of Feanor's workshop and knocks* Brother? Can we... talk?
Feanor: *sets aside the concealable dagger he'd been making for Maglor* This is unexpected. Is it about the children?
Fingolfin: It is. *enters the room* Though, possibly about more than you think.
Feanor: Oh dear Eru.
Fingolfin: Yeah, that's what I've been thinking. You know about our oldests'... transgressions, correct?
Feanor: *mumblemumble* ...yes.
Feanor: *doesn't like admitting it*
Fingolfin: Are you also aware of your... Makalaure's attempts at... I don't even know what she's trying to do to my Findekano.
Feanor:...it's been brought to my attention
Fingolfin: I'm not planning on doing anything to stop it. I was, but then my... sons *uses the word grudgingly* have proven that they really don't deserve my help.
Feanor: *nods* I told Maglor not to kill anyone, but I don't know if she'll listen. She's so different now. *shrug*
Fingolfin: I'd almost rather have her than mine. *laughs* I fucked up somewhere, Fe. I can't believe I'm admitting it, especially to you, but I seriously fucked up and I don't even know where.
Feanor: *slight jawdrop* Uhh... I think perhaps you're being too hard on yourself
Fingolfin: No. Fingon and Turgon -slept- together. My sons. My boys are fucking incestous... *can't even finish the sentence in his rage and just punches the nearest wall*
Feanor: *was prepared to launch into an explanation of how great Turgon's City and....something about Fingon* ...fuck.
Fingolfin: You raised 7 boys, and they're all fairly normal. If you ignore the fact that Maglor's a girl now. What did I do wrong? I mean, it wasn't so bad when they were just after their half-cousins, that was almost forgivable. But this?
Feanor: I don't think I'd use the word normal...
Fingolfin: At least they're not fucking each other.
Feanor: That I know about. There's a lot I had to ignore just to stay sane.
Fingolfin: *shakes his head* I never could do that with mine. Fingon was far too dumb to leave to his own devices. I think I'm going to start, though.
Feanor: His wife...thing, she seems like she could keep him from too much self-destruction.
Fingolfin: That's what I was hoping for, but I'm not so sure anymore.
Feanor: You managed to get them though childhood with all of their limbs intact. I'm not sure what else is expected, honestly. I think now it's there own damn fault how they fuck up, and not any fault of yours.
Fingolfin: Maybe. Eru knows I've done my best to get them to understand how wrong incest is. *plays idly with a few of the bits on a nearby table for a moment before continuing* I'm leaving Gondolin.
Feanor: What? why?
Fingolfin: So the boys won't be able to run crying to me every time they have a problem. I'm not talking to Fingon right now, anyway. I'll just be at Eithel Sirion, ruling from my tower there.
Feanor: ...but you *hate* Eithel Sirion.
Fingolfin: Yeah, Barad Eithel is a hideous little dump of a castle. But I'd rather be there then near the embarassments that call themselves my sons.
Feanor: Seems like the stupid should be exiled...not us.
Fingolfin: I can't exactly exile Turgon from his own city. And I doubt he'd exile his brother. Those two are a lot closer than we ever were. *slaps his forehead when he realizes the unintended double meaning*
Feanor *sner-* ahem. You are acting High King...
Fingolfin: Exactly. Are you going to question my choice to leave if I wish? *tilts his chin up* Why would I want to stay in a place built by a dirty kinfucker, anyway?
Feanor: *actual Feanor!compassion (tm)* Because he's your son. *debates a manly shoulder pat, then decides not to* Have you given them a chance to redeem themselves?
Fingolfin: And how, exactly, does one redeem oneself from fucking his brother? *raises an eyebrow*
Feanor: Well, there are apologies and promises never to do it again...or dangerous quests
Fingolfin: Oh, or oaths that blow up in your face and leave you trapped crossing the Helcaraxe? Yes, that does sound like a good idea to try something like that again. I've gained so much in my life from forgiving family.
Feanor: *flinches*
Fingolfin: You see, brother, I do not think apologies or promises are enough. Words do not prove anything. Only actions. You taught me that quite well, thank you.
Feanor: Because running away will solve the problem? I've been a lot of things, but a coward isn't one of them.
Fingolfin: I'm not running. I'm giving them room to either prove me wrong, or else fall under the consequences of their own actions.
Feanor: I hope it works.
Fingolfin: *shrugs* To date, my plans have generally been more successful than yours.
Feanor: Except the possible exception of your own sons.
Fingolfin: ...
Fingolfin: That's beside the point!
Feanor: Not really.
Fingolfin: Shut up! This will fucking work and then my line will go back to being superior to yours.
Feanor: Superior? Rather hard to do if your spawn are more interested in fucking each other than keeping your line shiny. You really think they'll stop once Ada's no longer keeping an eye on them?
Fingolfin: *hisses* At least they don't spend their whole lives obsessed over a glittery bit of rock.
Feanor: *bristles* I am a smith. What have you ever made, Fingolfin?
Fingolfin: A proper kingdom. A united front against Morgoth. I've given our people back their strength and pride. You stay with your bellows, -smith-. I am a king.
Feanor: And who will be king after you? Which of your fine and upstanding sons will you trust with your kingdom?
Fingolfin: You assume I'll be stupid enough to die.
Feanor: None of us are invincible.
Fingolfin: You would know, wouldn't you? *tilts his head* Finrod is currently heir. I bloody well raised him, too. Ara didn't have a clue when it came to kids.
Feanor: You raised him? I'm surprised he isn't fucking everything in sight like the other two. Pity, I liked him.
Fingolfin: I raised all of Ara's kids. Someone had to since he wasn't, and you sure as hell weren't going to, were you? No, you were too busy making your fancy playthings.
Feanor: Yet amazingly, my children aren't kinfuckers.
Fingolfin: You -think-. You said yourself that you try to keep ignorant of their actions.
Feanor: They tell me the important things. *nods* And I ignored Maitimo and Fingon because I knew it would hurt you. *so angry he's telling the complete truth*
Fingolfin: Do they? Did Maglor tell you of her involvement with Turgon?! You fucker. You have no idea what's going on around you! You just lead things to hell and expect me to clean up after you as always!
Feanor: *ignores that* Why do you still follow me then, brother? If I'm such a massive fuck-up? I'm not even king anymore. Notice how I gave that up? Gave it up for YOU? So why do you follow? Why are you here? You can't blame everything on me
Fingolfin: I made an oath, before Manwe himself. I have my honour such as it is. Someone has to be the responsible one. And YOU didn't have a coice on giving up the kingship, Fe, you died. It was your son who bowed before me, who gave me the apology you should have. He, at least, was clever enough to realize what was best for our people.
Feanor: I'm not dead!
Fingolfin: You were. I have no idea what happened with that.
Feanor: I've only got your word that I died. I don't remember dying.
Fingolfin: I -showed- you the death certificate. And ask any of the children, they can tell you.
*grumbles to himself* See if I ever try to ask my brother for advice again. Damned sons don't know how good they have it, how could they go and fuck it all up being intimate? It's disgusting. No idea what's wrong with the damned fuckers.
*finishes his packing and heads out, leaving a note for his sons on his desk*
Feanor: *sets aside the concealable dagger he'd been making for Maglor* This is unexpected. Is it about the children?
Fingolfin: It is. *enters the room* Though, possibly about more than you think.
Feanor: Oh dear Eru.
Fingolfin: Yeah, that's what I've been thinking. You know about our oldests'... transgressions, correct?
Feanor: *mumblemumble* ...yes.
Feanor: *doesn't like admitting it*
Fingolfin: Are you also aware of your... Makalaure's attempts at... I don't even know what she's trying to do to my Findekano.
Feanor:...it's been brought to my attention
Fingolfin: I'm not planning on doing anything to stop it. I was, but then my... sons *uses the word grudgingly* have proven that they really don't deserve my help.
Feanor: *nods* I told Maglor not to kill anyone, but I don't know if she'll listen. She's so different now. *shrug*
Fingolfin: I'd almost rather have her than mine. *laughs* I fucked up somewhere, Fe. I can't believe I'm admitting it, especially to you, but I seriously fucked up and I don't even know where.
Feanor: *slight jawdrop* Uhh... I think perhaps you're being too hard on yourself
Fingolfin: No. Fingon and Turgon -slept- together. My sons. My boys are fucking incestous... *can't even finish the sentence in his rage and just punches the nearest wall*
Feanor: *was prepared to launch into an explanation of how great Turgon's City and....something about Fingon* ...fuck.
Fingolfin: You raised 7 boys, and they're all fairly normal. If you ignore the fact that Maglor's a girl now. What did I do wrong? I mean, it wasn't so bad when they were just after their half-cousins, that was almost forgivable. But this?
Feanor: I don't think I'd use the word normal...
Fingolfin: At least they're not fucking each other.
Feanor: That I know about. There's a lot I had to ignore just to stay sane.
Fingolfin: *shakes his head* I never could do that with mine. Fingon was far too dumb to leave to his own devices. I think I'm going to start, though.
Feanor: His wife...thing, she seems like she could keep him from too much self-destruction.
Fingolfin: That's what I was hoping for, but I'm not so sure anymore.
Feanor: You managed to get them though childhood with all of their limbs intact. I'm not sure what else is expected, honestly. I think now it's there own damn fault how they fuck up, and not any fault of yours.
Fingolfin: Maybe. Eru knows I've done my best to get them to understand how wrong incest is. *plays idly with a few of the bits on a nearby table for a moment before continuing* I'm leaving Gondolin.
Feanor: What? why?
Fingolfin: So the boys won't be able to run crying to me every time they have a problem. I'm not talking to Fingon right now, anyway. I'll just be at Eithel Sirion, ruling from my tower there.
Feanor: ...but you *hate* Eithel Sirion.
Fingolfin: Yeah, Barad Eithel is a hideous little dump of a castle. But I'd rather be there then near the embarassments that call themselves my sons.
Feanor: Seems like the stupid should be exiled...not us.
Fingolfin: I can't exactly exile Turgon from his own city. And I doubt he'd exile his brother. Those two are a lot closer than we ever were. *slaps his forehead when he realizes the unintended double meaning*
Feanor *sner-* ahem. You are acting High King...
Fingolfin: Exactly. Are you going to question my choice to leave if I wish? *tilts his chin up* Why would I want to stay in a place built by a dirty kinfucker, anyway?
Feanor: *actual Feanor!compassion (tm)* Because he's your son. *debates a manly shoulder pat, then decides not to* Have you given them a chance to redeem themselves?
Fingolfin: And how, exactly, does one redeem oneself from fucking his brother? *raises an eyebrow*
Feanor: Well, there are apologies and promises never to do it again...or dangerous quests
Fingolfin: Oh, or oaths that blow up in your face and leave you trapped crossing the Helcaraxe? Yes, that does sound like a good idea to try something like that again. I've gained so much in my life from forgiving family.
Feanor: *flinches*
Fingolfin: You see, brother, I do not think apologies or promises are enough. Words do not prove anything. Only actions. You taught me that quite well, thank you.
Feanor: Because running away will solve the problem? I've been a lot of things, but a coward isn't one of them.
Fingolfin: I'm not running. I'm giving them room to either prove me wrong, or else fall under the consequences of their own actions.
Feanor: I hope it works.
Fingolfin: *shrugs* To date, my plans have generally been more successful than yours.
Feanor: Except the possible exception of your own sons.
Fingolfin: ...
Fingolfin: That's beside the point!
Feanor: Not really.
Fingolfin: Shut up! This will fucking work and then my line will go back to being superior to yours.
Feanor: Superior? Rather hard to do if your spawn are more interested in fucking each other than keeping your line shiny. You really think they'll stop once Ada's no longer keeping an eye on them?
Fingolfin: *hisses* At least they don't spend their whole lives obsessed over a glittery bit of rock.
Feanor: *bristles* I am a smith. What have you ever made, Fingolfin?
Fingolfin: A proper kingdom. A united front against Morgoth. I've given our people back their strength and pride. You stay with your bellows, -smith-. I am a king.
Feanor: And who will be king after you? Which of your fine and upstanding sons will you trust with your kingdom?
Fingolfin: You assume I'll be stupid enough to die.
Feanor: None of us are invincible.
Fingolfin: You would know, wouldn't you? *tilts his head* Finrod is currently heir. I bloody well raised him, too. Ara didn't have a clue when it came to kids.
Feanor: You raised him? I'm surprised he isn't fucking everything in sight like the other two. Pity, I liked him.
Fingolfin: I raised all of Ara's kids. Someone had to since he wasn't, and you sure as hell weren't going to, were you? No, you were too busy making your fancy playthings.
Feanor: Yet amazingly, my children aren't kinfuckers.
Fingolfin: You -think-. You said yourself that you try to keep ignorant of their actions.
Feanor: They tell me the important things. *nods* And I ignored Maitimo and Fingon because I knew it would hurt you. *so angry he's telling the complete truth*
Fingolfin: Do they? Did Maglor tell you of her involvement with Turgon?! You fucker. You have no idea what's going on around you! You just lead things to hell and expect me to clean up after you as always!
Feanor: *ignores that* Why do you still follow me then, brother? If I'm such a massive fuck-up? I'm not even king anymore. Notice how I gave that up? Gave it up for YOU? So why do you follow? Why are you here? You can't blame everything on me
Fingolfin: I made an oath, before Manwe himself. I have my honour such as it is. Someone has to be the responsible one. And YOU didn't have a coice on giving up the kingship, Fe, you died. It was your son who bowed before me, who gave me the apology you should have. He, at least, was clever enough to realize what was best for our people.
Feanor: I'm not dead!
Fingolfin: You were. I have no idea what happened with that.
Feanor: I've only got your word that I died. I don't remember dying.
Fingolfin: I -showed- you the death certificate. And ask any of the children, they can tell you.
*grumbles to himself* See if I ever try to ask my brother for advice again. Damned sons don't know how good they have it, how could they go and fuck it all up being intimate? It's disgusting. No idea what's wrong with the damned fuckers.
*finishes his packing and heads out, leaving a note for his sons on his desk*