They only call each other ‘Fingon’ and ‘Maedhros’ in public. It never feels right… alien names, an alien language adopted by convenience and then coercion. Maedhros picks it up quickly, but he never likes it. Likes it even less when he doesn’t have the choice anymore. But there’s nothing he can do about it. Fingon is the one who truly mourns it.
'I hate calling you that. And I hate hearing you call me that. I hate having to translate everything you say in my head…’
'It's just… ' he squeezes his friend's hand tightly. '… I shouldn't have to work to understand you. I miss how easy it was. I miss you.’
It makes sense, in some ways… they’re not quite the same people they were in Valinor all those years ago. Nothing else should be the same either.
But in private, they speak Quenya to each other. The language they learned from their mothers, that they sang in in times of happiness, the language they spoke when they first met… and they call each other by the names that they had from their parents, and from each other.
you know what i really want to see??
FATHER SON RELATIONSHIP WITH LEGOLAS AND THRANDUIL
what if he’s looking for legolas and also remembers all the slaughter and death in his past that has shaped him into what he is now :)