"No," Fingon agrees, "You do not." Not Thingol's behavior, not Dior's (who exactly was Dior, anyway? Where was the old goat when this fiasco began?), not even Morgoth's could justify this. Not even the Oath, though Fingon believes that Maedhros would have tried to fight it's influence.
"Is judgement what I must give you? Perhaps it is. I am your king, after all, and thus responsible for you." Maedhros has refused to meet his gaze, but Fingon cannot have that; he removes a hand from his cousin's grasp, and firmly pulls his chin so that their eyes meet.
"Makalaure must live with the consequences of his decisions, as must you. As must we all." Not a yes, not a no; but Fingon lets it linger regardless, and in that moment the stern cast of his face brings to mind no one as much as his proud and kingly father.
One more moment's pause, and then he adds:
"After all, I am going to have my hands full keeping one of the Feanorionnath safe from himself; I am not so sure I can handle two on my own."
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"Is judgement what I must give you? Perhaps it is. I am your king, after all, and thus responsible for you." Maedhros has refused to meet his gaze, but Fingon cannot have that; he removes a hand from his cousin's grasp, and firmly pulls his chin so that their eyes meet.
"Makalaure must live with the consequences of his decisions, as must you. As must we all." Not a yes, not a no; but Fingon lets it linger regardless, and in that moment the stern cast of his face brings to mind no one as much as his proud and kingly father.
One more moment's pause, and then he adds:
"After all, I am going to have my hands full keeping one of the Feanorionnath safe from himself; I am not so sure I can handle two on my own."