Collection of Potluck Drabbles by Artano  

Whole/Tune/Alive/Losing

Finrod grieves for his brothers (kind of)

Finrod dances, losing himself in the enchanting music, the tunes of the singers and instruments weaving together to form an intricate melody that requires all his attention to remain in step with.  Perhaps for a few hours he can forget all the people relying upon him and all the duties he must attend to, though this to is a duty, one intended to lift the hearts of his people.  Perhaps for a few hours he can forget the sharp ache grief and guilt, and feel whole once more, as if he is back in Aman with his brothers still alive.