Rescued From Shadows

Chapter Thirteen

Maedhros shifted and slowly blinked his eyes open. He first realized that Huan was still snuggled into his side and he smiled as he ran his hand along the sleeping animals fur. He looked over and saw Fingon sitting up reading a book. He slowly sat up careful not to wake Huan in fear that if he did he'll leave. He enjoyed having something warm and soft at his side. He scratched behind Huan's ears a bit before he looked towards Fingon who looked up.

"You're awake," Fingon said putting his book down with a smile.

"Yeah," Maedhros replied.

"You're are looking a bit better," He said and Maedhros gave a small nod. Fingon smiled and moved next to the bed handing Maedhros a glass of water. At times when Maedhros his dexterity in his left hand, so Fingon helped Maedhros tip the glass back so he could drink without drenching himself. When he finished the glass Fingon moved it off to the side and looked at Maedhros.

"Where are Kano and Turko?" Maedhros asked as he looked around the room finding his brothers missing.

"They had to leave for a bit. They'll be back later but Turko did instruct for Huan to stay here for now." Fingon said. Maedhros did smile at that as he scratched under Huan's head who rolled more into Maedhros.

"He's...really really soft," Maedhros said. "It's...nice,"

"I am glad your happy," Fingon said. "Mildor came here after you fell asleep. He has some more medicine for you to take as well something that if you get like that it will calm you down. He also wants to talk to you later. As well as he doesn't want you to be alone."

Maedhros gave a small sigh. He looked at the bookshelf for a few moments and looked at Fingon. His friend regarded him curiously as he saw a bit of a shy expression his face. Yet, it wasn't his being caused by his fear, panic, or nervousness he got. It was something else. "Yes?" Fingon asked still gently.

"Can you...get me one of the poetry books on the shelf?" Maedhros asked softly. Fingon smiled and gave a nod. Fingon was one of the few people who knew Maedhros's secrect fond love for poetry. Back in Valinor he would try out his own and send them to Fingon to get his opinion on it. He picked out off the shelf and handed it to Maedhros who carefully balanced it on his lap. He opened it and started reading it quietly while periodically moving his hand back to Huan's head. The wolfhound had woken up at this point but was very content just resting his head by Meadhros's legs. As well as the periodic scratches he got behind the ear as well as under his chin.

As Maedhros relaxed into his book Fingon returned to his own. The two stayed like this for a bit over an hour. Yet, after sometime Maedhros stopped reading and looked towards the window. The curtains were drawn back allowing sunlight to stream inside. "Do you want to go read outside?" Fingon asked seeing his face.

"I...still want to have privacy," Maedhros said.

"What about the balcony across the hall in the room Maldor is staying in? You can sit just in the doorway," Fingon offered. "I think you'll enjoy some fresh air,"

"Okay." Maedhros said. He sat up and handed his book to Fingon. He slowly stood up and took Fingon's help in walking over to the door. The black-haired cousin opened it and looked around once he was sure no one was coming he led Maedhros across the hall and to Maldor's room. Luckily the healer answered quickly allowing the two (plus Huan who followed them at their heels). Fingon brought Maedhros to a chair before he put the books down. He explained to Maldor what Maedhros wanted to do for a bit. The haler nodded and helped Fingon set a comfortable spot up for Maedhros to be in.

Maedhros drew in a small breath once he felt the wind against him. He breathed in the sweet air and smiled as he settled back into the soft pillows that were placed around the chair. The wind gently brushed against his skin and moved his hair a bit.