This story is stunning. I am so happy I was able to provoke you into producing this. I love Fingon in this story (I was do, but I feel like I know him here). And Maedhros is just so incredibly self-deprecating and yet sweet (don't throw things at me for using that word!).

The is among the sexiness smut I have ever read, if far from the most explicit. I'd write you a ficlet a week if I believe I could pressure you into sending back something like this. Love Fingon and Maedhros in this story so much.

This is lovely, but so poignant. There is such a vein of sadness runs through any and all interaction with these two; perhaps it is knowing what will come to pass later, but it's a skilled author who can weave that looming grief into a story.

So, I love that bit of dialogue about the bed.

And this part: Honesty was important -- “I always do.”

And other things.

I was thinking: sometimes your Fingon is almost like a sacred clown. I hope you don't mind the association! No wonder he brings healing.