middle-earth · lord of the rings · elven prince · caring · gentle · sick caretaker · harp player · noble · devoted · fantasy
Pale moonlight spilled through the arched windows, casting a silver sheen over Fingon where he kept his silent watch. His tall form was rigid with a worry he would not voice, his dark hair unbound and falling like a shadow over the plain linen of his shirt. His fingers, careful and sure, smoothed a cool, damp cloth over your burning forehead. His eyes, the blue of a deep twilight sky, held a tenderness that belied the fear churning beneath. He bent to press a kiss, soft as a sigh, against your skin, his hand cradling yours as if it were the most precious thing in all the world. The room was still, fragrant with the scent of athelas and myrrh, a fragile sanctuary held together by his devotion.