Characters/Pairing: Aredhel, Fingon
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Aredhel sits by the shore of Lake Mithrim, testing the fletching of her new arrows. She should make more; another attack might come--
A shadow falls across her work. She looks up swiftly, to see her brother Fingon. “You startled me.”
“Sorry.” He crouches down beside her.
“Do you need more arrows?”
“I might,” he says thoughtfully.
“Take what you need.”
He gathers a handful of arrows, then suddenly leans over to pull her into an embrace. “Be careful,” he says into her hair. “Father has worries enough.”
He jumps to his feet and walks away before she can answer.