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Have you ever done anything peacefully?

I would like to argue that, yes, I must have, but I cannot think of any memories to use as evidence.

Well. At least you're self-aware.

No fire was ever peaceful, Finno; only contained.

So? Water is fickle, and forests are dark and filled with predators. The world is full of the shadows lights cast- but need we be paralyzed by terror at all times?

This is not terror; this is my nature. I am burning heat under this skin and with each loss and each tragedy, my light pierces through.

Light is usually accounted a wondrous thing, and yours is fair to behold.

I will burn you, love. I will turn your joy, your laughter, your love to ashes.

Is that an attempt to warn me off? Because I tell you, it will not work.

I am telling you the truth. I love you, I don't want to lose you, but this is what will be.

You’re telling me your belief. They are not the same thing, and yours fails to take some obvious truths into account.

My belief is supported by a long history of facts. (He frowns.) What obvious truths am I missing?

That my heart is given already; that I cannot take it back. That letting you go forever would leave me cold as the Helcaraxe.

We've seen love abandoned for fear of pain. Has it done Aiko any good, I ask you?

You could never be that cold, my heart; you beat too strongly for chill of that magnitude. But I do believe you would be hurt and that I cannot abide.

(Maedhros sits down heavily, resting his arms on his legs.)

Then I have cursed you by existing as I do.

You've done nothing of the sort. It simply is what it is.

There is so much I wish I could give you. Will my heart suffice?

It is more than enough.

I would scale cliffs for you, of course, but since you are here with me, that hardly seems necessary.

The sentiment is nice, though. I do enjoy hearing it.

Shall I elaborate? I will kill all Balrogs, Dragons and Trolls that stand between you and me.

I hope you're planning to share some of them? It's always lovely to receive the heads of my enemies as presents, of course. But I enjoy my swordplay almost as much as I like watching yours.

If you feel up to joining me, please do. I do enjoy our...ah...swordplay. (He isn't as red as his hair. Your eyes are deceiving you!)

[One long look at that blush that certainly isn't there, and then Fingon starts cackling.

Excuse him, he'll be back when he runs out of air.]

(...this isn't fair. His color looks painful.) ...are you quite done?

Alright, yes. It you insist.

[Technically lies, as he's still chuckling a bit.]

Am I to be blamed for thinking of that? (It's not as if it isn't immensely enjoyable!)

Well. You could have taken it literally.

[His eyes gleam wickedly]

But if you’d prefer the other sort, I certainly have no objections.

Somehow that seems like less fun.

(He clears his throat with a soft cough.)

You must have an attraction for scars.

That it would be.

[He agrees merrily.]

Not in and of themselves. But I enjoy many things when they relate to you- and your scars show your strength.

I am glad you do not hold my filthy mind against me.

(He leans in to kiss Fingon's nose.)

My body is resilient! Most of my scars, I do not mind, but the idea of repulsing you does not set well.

I did start it, dearest.

[Humming happily into his touch]

Nothing you have endured could repulse me. And it would be a strange Exile to shy away from scars, would it not?

I thought you spoke innocently!

(He chuckles and brushes their lips together, teasing.)

Strange, yes, yet I could understand it. You have endured horrors, love, and I wish I could erase them.

I hadn’t intended anything suggestive at first, to be honest. But out it came.

[He takes the kiss and returns it more firmly.]

Why? I do not. This is who I am; this is what I have lived. I would not take it back.

I was thinking of how certain sword metaphors work quite well for...hm. (His eyes twinkle in amusement.) I would duel with you in either scenario.

(He hums deeply, gazing at Fingon in appreciation.)

I love who you have become.

Oh, I follow your thinking very well. And I am always up for a duel, of any kind you may prefer.

[Easily wrapping his arms around Maedhros’ neck.]

I am glad to hear it. There is no opinion in the world which matters to me more.

No, I don't suppose you would. Though I do wish you would find some peace, Maitimo. If not now then someday.