Characters/Pairing: Fingolfin (Fingon and Aredhel mentioned)
Warnings: reference to violence and kinslaying
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After Alqualonde, I begin to understand my father.
If I return to Tirion as Finarfin urges, I must hand over my son and heir for judgement. Twelve years’ exile for the unsheathing of a sword; what will the Valar impose for shedding kindred blood?
And not only my son. Fingon stood before me distraught, with bloodied sword. Aredhel seemed calm, her garments unstained until she threw her arms around her brother. I gave my attention, so I thought, where it was needed.
The memory returns only later: Aredhel’s distinctive arrows, fletched white and grey, in the wounds of slain Teleri.