“Then he blocked my way and pointed his blade at me. I knew he had a temper, but honestly, there was no reason for it.” Fingolfin was pacing back and forth while his brother quietly sat and listened. “I swear, he is going mad.”
“Do you think he would have hurt you, if there had been no witnesses?” asked Finarfin.
Fingolfin continued to wear his path into the rug. “His behavior worries me.”
“But do you think he would kill you?”
“With how he has been acting... the look in his eyes... it would not surprise me if he were to kill one of his own sons.”
“It could not be that bad, Fingolfin,” murmured Finarfin.
Fingolfin frowned. “I think our brother has gone mad.”
Author's Chapter Notes:
Fingolfin, Finarfin