Fingon looked curiously at him again-everyone was looking a bit worn these days, but it usually wasn't that bad- but then shrugged and strode forward, catching his cousin in a hug.

"Reviewing last-minute reports before a meeting with my patrol captains." A world away from Barad Eithel, Fingon was free to roll his eyes at the thought.

"I miss doing the patrols myself, even having to write the awful things is better than having to read them. But with the preparations for Midsummer, I haven't even been able to slip away for one for months now."