[So where did he happen upon the one he pointed at my father, a sapphire mine? Fingon thinks, but just manages to bite back.]
It's not the work I object to- the problem here is the way you approach it.
[That terrible intensity, that narrow focus on nothing except the work at hand...it's worrying. And irritating too, though Maedhros' refocus on him alleviates that just a little bit.
For a moment, the slap rings out and there's a deep satisfation in Fingon's heart- but then Maedhros' eyes go wide in shock, and it dawns on him what exactly he has done.]
...Maitimo?
[This is not what he'd wanted, not what he'd intended- what did he do now?]
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It's not the work I object to- the problem here is the way you approach it.
[That terrible intensity, that narrow focus on nothing except the work at hand...it's worrying. And irritating too, though Maedhros' refocus on him alleviates that just a little bit.
For a moment, the slap rings out and there's a deep satisfation in Fingon's heart- but then Maedhros' eyes go wide in shock, and it dawns on him what exactly he has done.]
...Maitimo?
[This is not what he'd wanted, not what he'd intended- what did he do now?]