It was a few weeks after the battle ended and Vórimarac was sharpening his sword outside. He looked up as Fingon came over and sat next to him. He crossed his legs and stretched a bit. Vórimarac just looked at him and blinked and asked, "why do you do this?" 

"Do you what?" Fingon asked. 

"Nevermind," Vórimarac replied holding back his sigh as he went back to sharpening his sword. Fingon began talking to him and Vórimarac shook his head just focusing on his weapon. Fingon stopped though and looked up as a messenger came. They looked worn out and tried as they came over. 

"Sir. I have a message for you," He said. 

"What is it?" Fingon asked as he standing up. They looked at him hesitantly and then at Vórimarac who was trying to ignore everyone and everything currently. 

The elf just passed over a letter and Fingon took it. He read it over and seemed to freeze. He clenched the letter in his fist and walked forward. The messager looked after him and jumped a bit as Vórimarac stood up. "What did it say?" He asked firmly. 

"Uh..." The messager replied hesinetly. 

"Answer me with words," He replied. The messenger sighed and explained what it said. The message was informing Fingon that Fingolfin was going after Morgoth and how no one could seem to stop him. Vórimarac just left the messenger standing there and walked after to Fingon. He was faster then Fingon so catching up was not a problem. He grabbed Figon's writst and said, "Where are you going?" 

"To stop him!" Fingon said firmly. "He's going to get himself killed!" 

"I know Melkor. You will die as well," Vórimarac replied. 

"Then I have to stop him! You need to come and help! If you come-" He began but moved back a bit as Vórimarac covered his mouth with his hand. 

"Fingon." He said firmly. "Just stop." 

Fingon moved back and slapped Vórimarac's arm away. Fingon snapped something at him but turned and was about to stalk off. Vórimarac moved forward though and grabbed Fingon and said, "Sorry." 

He then pressed two fingers into his neck and Fingon fell back into Vórimarac's arms sound asleep. He picked his cousin up and brought him to his room. 

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Fingon shifted and groaned. He peeled open his eyes and blinked slowly, he sat up and held his head. He blinked again and looked around and then spotted Vórimarac leaning against the wall and looking out the balcony doors. 

"What did you do to me?" Fingon asked a bit stunned about what happened. 

"I knocked you out," Vórimarac replied looking over at him. "I remember your attitude." 

Fingon frowned a bit and looked at them and asked, "Why?"

Vórimarac sighed and walked over to him and sat down on the bed. "You do know I have sent letters to back and forth to your father. Right?" He asked. 

"Yes," Fingon replied shortly. 

"He was mad at Melkor about the content waring and the loss of life of his people. He asked me what I thought and if Melkor had any weaknesses. I told him what I knew," He replied. 

"You knew?!" Fingon asked. 

"Not fully but I could figure it out," Vórimarac replied. 

Fingon looked at him and blinked. "How could you not talk him out of it?!" He asked angrily. 

"I knew that talking him out of it and telling him he'll die will be pointless," Vórimarac replied. He then was quiet before he said, "He did ask me to make sure you stay put and safe." 

Fingon just glared at him but ended up breaking down and his head fell onto Vórimarac's shoulder and said, "I am not ready to lose him... I can't let him just die." 

Vórimarac just was quiet and let cry a bit. He was quiet as he let his cousin cry a bit. After awhile Fingon sat back and looked up at him firmly. "I can order you to go help him," He said. 

"I won't get there in time," Vórimarac replied. 

"You can if you tried," Fingon said firmly. 

Vórimarac sighed and realized he had use his long gone softer side that Maedhros had for his cousin. He was not the best now at being warm but he had to do the best he can. He moved over and put a hand on Fingon's shoulder and said, "Finno. You know very well that if I do get there it may be too late. You also know that the only way to stop any other family member most likely has to be permanent." 

Fingon nodded a bit and whipped his eyes. He then looked up and said, "You called me finno...you haven't done that in a long time." 

"I know," He replied. Fingon nodded and looked down. He looked up at him and then asked, "Can you please go after him...please?" 

"There will not be much I can do, by now I will be too late and your father did ask me to keep you safe. Right now I am going to put that before your order." He said as he stood up.

Fingon looked at him and then down nodding softly. "Can you stay?" He asked just as Vórimarac was about to leave. He stopped and walked back over to Fingon. Fingon was quiet and looking down he was quietly sniffing and Vórimarac then cursed loudly. Fingon looked up as Vórimarac stood up. 

"Be grateful your pathetic," Vórimarac said. 

Fingon made a face and blinked. Vórimarac just walked to the door and said, "I may get there to late. You know this right?" 

"You are going?" Fingon asked. 

"Your crying is irritating...so yeah," He said. Fingon nodded a bit and stood up and rushed over and hugged Vórimarac tightly in thanks. Vórimarac just stood there until Fingon let go and he walked out. The chances of Fingolfin dying before he got there was very likely but he had a few tricks he knew and shortcuts on getting there. Yet, then the question came to be what can he do to do anything to help his uncle.