Fëanor goes suddenly still. This allows everyone else to get a word in edgewise.
Everyone else is, apparently a red-haired man who looks exactly like one of Maedhros' surviving brothers, lurches into his arms, and goes very still; a blond man who says to Maedhros. 'Well. Don't know how you pulled that one out, but well done.' and then looks around like this is not in fact the place where he would have wanted to wake up, and several more men who are glaring at each other.
"That's Eru's fault," Maedhros says to the latter group, "Findekáno, I told him to put you with your family and I have no idea why he insisted -"
"Probably because no one else," Findekáno says, "would yell at you enough for whatever the fuck you were thinking in Doriath, you should have dismissed everyone under your command after the Nirnaeth, how could you-"
This has the other people even tenser. Maedhros raises a hand, as if to hold them in place. It's shaking.
"I know," he says, "but Eru was supposed to put the dead where's best for them, not where they're needed by the living -"
"It is definitely best for me to be here, Maitimo, why do you think I keep on chasing you down, no matter what you've done since we last met, no matter how hard you try to kill me -"
Maedhros flinches.
"I meant that in the sense 'you can't actually avoid me for my own good', not 'the Nirnaeth was an instance of you trying to kill me', obviously we both made the same error of optimism there..."
"How on earth is it good for you to be here with me?"
"Well," he says, "what are they doing with you now?"
"I don't know. They were talking about a war crimes trial, or another exile -"
"Then I don't have much time, do I? And we wasted so much of it-"
Fëanor blinks. "I'd insist on more than a few hundred quadrillion miles," he says to Promise, "the universe is apparently very big and that's actually pretty close, light travels that distance in only a few years. A black hole is a satisfactory means of disposing of our Enemy. Findekáno, why are you here?"
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Everyone else is, apparently a red-haired man who looks exactly like one of Maedhros' surviving brothers, lurches into his arms, and goes very still; a blond man who says to Maedhros. 'Well. Don't know how you pulled that one out, but well done.' and then looks around like this is not in fact the place where he would have wanted to wake up, and several more men who are glaring at each other.
"That's Eru's fault," Maedhros says to the latter group, "Findekáno, I told him to put you with your family and I have no idea why he insisted -"
"Probably because no one else," Findekáno says, "would yell at you enough for whatever the fuck you were thinking in Doriath, you should have dismissed everyone under your command after the Nirnaeth, how could you-"
This has the other people even tenser. Maedhros raises a hand, as if to hold them in place. It's shaking.
"I know," he says, "but Eru was supposed to put the dead where's best for them, not where they're needed by the living -"
"It is definitely best for me to be here, Maitimo, why do you think I keep on chasing you down, no matter what you've done since we last met, no matter how hard you try to kill me -"
Maedhros flinches.
"I meant that in the sense 'you can't actually avoid me for my own good', not 'the Nirnaeth was an instance of you trying to kill me', obviously we both made the same error of optimism there..."
"How on earth is it good for you to be here with me?"
"Well," he says, "what are they doing with you now?"
"I don't know. They were talking about a war crimes trial, or another exile -"
"Then I don't have much time, do I? And we wasted so much of it-"
Fëanor blinks. "I'd insist on more than a few hundred quadrillion miles," he says to Promise, "the universe is apparently very big and that's actually pretty close, light travels that distance in only a few years. A black hole is a satisfactory means of disposing of our Enemy. Findekáno, why are you here?"