[There is no recognition to be found in Fëanáro's eyes at the mention of the younger of his sons, hidden though it is from his son; too unlike each other are the names, and he has not heard of any of the circumstances surrounding Legolas's capture yet - Tauriel's prince, perhaps, is what catches his thoughts for a moment, but it cannot last, not stay on a mind that is focused now on the little that was said about Makalaurë himself, and more than that it which was left unsaid.]
You are no healer, Makalaurë.
[Neither defeat nor exasperation nor reprimand are in his voice, a simple statement tinged with worry and a faint hint of irritation - at the prince's escorts for tempting his son such.
Tuning into his son's thinking process, at the distance not only of many miles but also of even more years, proves a difficult undertaking. Anyone else may not become the focus of Fëanáro even trying to do so, but this is his son, and he will not fail him. Will not fail him like he failed his father (his mother), not how he failed Ambarto. In a world without hatred of Morgoth or his own oath and their objects to drive him, without his father to put before all others in his heart - without his wife, even, and oh, he wishes that she was here, always the better of them when reasoning with matters of the heart - in such a world, his sons are what matters most to him. There are other moments of importance: To "not be in servitude", as Alice put it, and lesser desires that will come when he has time (to explore, to learn, to understand, to transform and create). But he has always been one to act in order of priorities, to leave lesser matters for later.
To argue by his son's reasoning is what he will attempt, and can only hope that his words will come through.]
There is little that giving of your strength could do for anyone injured, much less injured as you say this prince was; of more help will you be to him and others in other ways, and for those you need strength that without use for any would be wasted if you try to heal.
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You are no healer, Makalaurë.
[Neither defeat nor exasperation nor reprimand are in his voice, a simple statement tinged with worry and a faint hint of irritation - at the prince's escorts for tempting his son such.
Tuning into his son's thinking process, at the distance not only of many miles but also of even more years, proves a difficult undertaking. Anyone else may not become the focus of Fëanáro even trying to do so, but this is his son, and he will not fail him. Will not fail him like he failed his father (his mother), not how he failed Ambarto. In a world without hatred of Morgoth or his own oath and their objects to drive him, without his father to put before all others in his heart - without his wife, even, and oh, he wishes that she was here, always the better of them when reasoning with matters of the heart - in such a world, his sons are what matters most to him. There are other moments of importance: To "not be in servitude", as Alice put it, and lesser desires that will come when he has time (to explore, to learn, to understand, to transform and create). But he has always been one to act in order of priorities, to leave lesser matters for later.
To argue by his son's reasoning is what he will attempt, and can only hope that his words will come through.]
There is little that giving of your strength could do for anyone injured, much less injured as you say this prince was; of more help will you be to him and others in other ways, and for those you need strength that without use for any would be wasted if you try to heal.