COVERED IN BEEEEES (open)
Fingon is completely oblivious of the recent uproar. Completely. And so has been up to his usual, that is, pacing back and forth on the cliff, sword drawn, waiting. Irritably. At least he's not yelling directly provocative insults this time. Just pacing.
But eventually he has to go back, and there are people he wants to see - so an Elf-King still short haired and unhappy about it can be found stalking grumpily back from the cliffs. Fingon is cranky. But only sort of cranky, not serious cranky, so it's really more of a pout than anything. And his chest still aches when he moves too much too fast. Which is, of course, practically an invitation for him to push himself until it does.
After all, he is Finwean.
But eventually he has to go back, and there are people he wants to see - so an Elf-King still short haired and unhappy about it can be found stalking grumpily back from the cliffs. Fingon is cranky. But only sort of cranky, not serious cranky, so it's really more of a pout than anything. And his chest still aches when he moves too much too fast. Which is, of course, practically an invitation for him to push himself until it does.
After all, he is Finwean.