Ow. (or, introduction)

[valiantfinwe]

There's someone sprawled on the front lawn looking fairly messy. Messy here meaning 'covered in dirt, blood, and other assorted slime from being just-fighting, more or less. Upon first glance, he looks dead. Second glance he also looks dead, but third time around he's definitely breathing, and also definitely in one piece despite all that mess.

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[footnote38]

"Fingon!" Argon recognizes his brother immediately and runs towards him. He kneels next to him, brushing the hair off his face. "Fingon, wake up," he almost growls, patting his cheek to try and get his attention.

[valiantfinwe]

He startles up and seizes Argon's wrist almost with a snarl, then recognizes him and looks bewildered. "Argon - what -"

[footnote38]

"It's strange, I know. But it's a long explanation. How are you?"

[valiantfinwe]

He considers that.

"Not dead."

That seems to be most important.

[angsty_redhead]

Oh, you are HORRIBLE and I LOVE YOU. ♥

Mae does not, at the present moment, love you, although he'll probably come around; on first thought it looks like a nightmare, all the nightmares, until he remembers he's awake, and even before that he's rushing towards the prone heap of cousin.

Straightening him out, looking for injury under all that grime, raising his head; frantic, a touch panicked -- his cool? Pretty much lost. It's a shock, okay? "--Findekáno, come, wake up, look at me," comes all the while in a low, urgent tone.

[valiantfinwe]

:D :D

He blinks his eyes open and then stares at Mae in first shock, then some amount of horror. "Maitimo, you're not- please tell me you're not-" Trying to sit up, but even without being wounded there's still a lot of sore.

[angsty_redhead]

He stills momentarily, because sdkjh, cousin is going to hate him so much when he finds out what he's missed. :( But even that pales next to the sheer relief at him being all. Alive and stuff. "Not until later," shortly. Helping him to sit, instead. "Are you hurt?"

[valiantfinwe]

"No, I'm dead," he corrects him crossly, and tries to get there under his own power, but help is okay, we suppose. "...wait, what?"

[hewer_of_caves]

Finrod's first thought is that someone else ran afoul of the wolves.

Then he realizes he recognizes the armor. He runs to his cousin, dropping to his knees beside him and checking for life, then that found for wounds. He's distantly surprised that there don't seem to be as many as the blood would indicate. "Findekano."

[valiantfinwe]

Opening his eyes, blinking, and then frowning, eyebrows drawing down. "Finrod, what am I..." He reaches up and touches his face, hesitantly. "You're not dead."

[hewer_of_caves]

He shakes his head slightly, not enough to dislodge Fingon's hand, and grips his cousin's shoulder reassuringly. "No, not anymore. How are you feeling?"

[valiantfinwe]

"Sore," a pause, "but alive. How is that? How are you, and me..."

He was pretty sure he was dead.

[myrtlewilson]

Hello, stranger. *backs away slowly* Could you not touch me? This dress cost a fortune.

[valiantfinwe]

He's currently working on dragging himself to his feet, so that might be hard.

"I...what is this place?" Frowning, a bit, and rather astonished to find that he's still a mess. Isn't dying supposed to help with that? Not that he was at all happy about dying, but this doesn't make sense.

[lorien_gal]

"Fingon!" Galadriel runs to him, her heart beating wildly, even if she is old and wizened, by comparison to the young cousin he knew.

"Let me help you..."

She's happy, quite.

[valiantfinwe]

He's almost prepared to bat off more worried cousins, on his feet now, but it's an Artanis, and that means she's getting hugged, even if he is a mess. "Artanis - but you're not, you can't be -" The joy changing to worry.

Not dead Artanis!

[lorien_gal]

She doesn't mind the hugging, or the mess, not at all, she'll be hugging back, once she realizes he's not really wounded anymore.

"No, I'm not. I lived well past the War or Wrath, and beyond."

[valiantfinwe]

Just sore. And that armor really isn't that comfortable, as battered as it is. "You - good. But then...what am I...I am dead."