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Maedhros & V:  An abandoned or empty place?

Maedhros woke to the first light pouring into the damp, dark cave casting golden beams against its back walls.  Laurelin had finally chased away the last of Telperion’s silver-blue shadows. He thought that as caves go, it could have been wetter and chillier or, even worse, it might have smelled bad. They’d been fortunate to find it.

“It’s not raining anymore!” piped Findekáno.  Of course, he was awake! Maedhros chuckled to himself. 

If one had to be stuck all night in a deserted cave waiting out a violent storm, complete with thunder and lightning, hailstones and bright flashes of eerie greenish light, followed by hours of hard, cold rain, amongst any of his younger cousins or brothers, Finno would definitely have been the one with whom he would have chosen to spend the uncomfortable night. Tyelko would have been complaining of how hungry he was. Findaráto would have kept a stiff upper lip, but obviously anxious his parents would be worried. Carnistir would have been hungry, grumpy, cold, and worried. But stalwart Finno was uncomplaining, flirting and joking about how they ought to strip down and cuddle naked to conserve body heat. He had no idea what a temptation he presented or maybe he did guess!

“Well, it’s warming up fast,” Maedhros said, trying to sound mature and serious.  The rain had stopped and it did not even seem that humid. “We really ought to get moving. Your father and mother will be frantic.”

“I seriously doubt that they are frantic!” Findekáno laughed. “They’d trust you with my life.”

“Huh!” grunted Maedhros, bending over to lace up his boots as a means of hiding his flushed cheeks. They really ought not to be so trusting, he thought.