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Fingolfin: *is carefully packing up a few last items in his room*
Fingon: *knocks* I came to say goodbye. Naneth told me you were leaving
Fingolfin: *looks up* We are, yes.
Fingon: *nods* We'll send you an invitation when we know what's going on with the wedding
Fingolfin: Good. *carefully closes the bag he was filling* Though I'd rather you deliver it by hand.
Fingon: Really? I could do that totally
Fingolfin: Yes. I... that is, your mother would like to see you
Fingon: Then I'll be sure to
Fingolfin: *almost smiles* That'd be nice.
Fingolfin: ...Fingon? Come here.
Fingon: *comes to Adar* Yes?
Fingolfin: *kisses Fingon gently on both cheeks* Be good, okay?
Fingon: I will. *suddenly hugs* I love you you know?
Fingolfin: *hugs back* I know. Make me proud.
Fingon: I will
Fingolfin: Good. Your brother is getting too cocky as favourite.
Fingon: >.> I'll see what can be done
Fingolfin: *chuckles* That's my boy.

All this time, I've always had ~~Fingon~~ at least one of my children standing by my side. And now I leave them to their own fates. Is it that I'm sick of them or that I've finally accepted that they've grown?

Let's just hope they manage not to fuck it up. They probably will, though.

Still, there is little as nice as travelling home with your wife at your side. Well, perhaps it's not home home, but it is our home here.