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Since Fingon is a moron who obviously never learned to placate an angry father still hiding under my bed in a secret location that I cannot divulge, I decided that maybe I might try to intervene before his father actually disembowels him.
Améniel: Uh, hi, Mr-High-King-Fingolfin-Sir. I don't know if you remember me? Galdor's daughter?
Fingolfin: Galdor's daughter? *consdiers* Arwë?
Améniel: No, sir, Améniel. Arwë was my mother.
Fingolfin: Right. Now tell me what you want?
Améniel: I kind of wanted to speak to you about Fingon.
Fingolfin: Fingon?! Do you know where he is?
Améniel: Sort of. But can I talk to you before you murder him?
Fingolfin: ... *sighs* I suppose.
Améniel: Thank you, Mr-High-King-Fingolfin-Sir. I just wanted to tell you that *deep breath* thewholethingyesterdaywasmyfault.IwastryingtohelphimdispellsomeoftheMaedhrosrumourssowepretendedtomakeoutintheshop.
Fingolfin: WHAT!?
Améniel: *quietly* He told me he was really upset about disappointing you and that he didn't want to embarass you with rumours of incest anymore, soIkindofsuggestedwestartdifferentrumoursinstead.
Fingolfin: ...
Améniel: I'm sorry, Mr-High-King-Fingolfin-Sir, I really care about your son and just wanted to help.
Fingolfin: And what about the kiss Glorfindel told me he saw?
Améniel: Purposely staged to give our earlier rumour-making efforts more ground.
Fingolfin: So then why did Fingon admit to actual sex and public nudity?
Améniel: Because he's a fucking idiot who doesn't know when to shut his mouth? Oh. Umn. *blushes* Because there was actual sex. Later. In my bedroom where no one else could see us. Sir. Thepublicnuditywaswhenwewereswimmingthedaybefore.
Fingolfin: Swimming? ...That's the fountain thing he was going on about, isn't it? *growls*
Améniel: Yessir. But it was quite late at night and no one else was around and he wasn't naked. Just me.
Fingolfin: Oh. Really? That's ...actually kind of good.
Améniel: *nods* Your son was a perfect gentleman.
Fingolfin: Why doesn't he tell me these sort of things?
Améniel: He's an idiot, sir, if you don't mind me saying it. I think he's also somewhat frightened of you.
Fingolfin: *grins* ...You know, I'd be tempted to adopt you if it wouldn't make your relationship with my son into incest.
Améniel: Thank you, sir. Does this mean you're not going to kill him?
Fingolfin: For now. He's still an utter embarassment to the family.
Améniel: Uh, hi, Mr-High-King-Fingolfin-Sir. I don't know if you remember me? Galdor's daughter?
Fingolfin: Galdor's daughter? *consdiers* Arwë?
Améniel: No, sir, Améniel. Arwë was my mother.
Fingolfin: Right. Now tell me what you want?
Améniel: I kind of wanted to speak to you about Fingon.
Fingolfin: Fingon?! Do you know where he is?
Améniel: Sort of. But can I talk to you before you murder him?
Fingolfin: ... *sighs* I suppose.
Améniel: Thank you, Mr-High-King-Fingolfin-Sir. I just wanted to tell you that *deep breath* thewholethingyesterdaywasmyfault.IwastryingtohelphimdispellsomeoftheMaedhrosrumourssowepretendedtomakeoutintheshop.
Fingolfin: WHAT!?
Améniel: *quietly* He told me he was really upset about disappointing you and that he didn't want to embarass you with rumours of incest anymore, soIkindofsuggestedwestartdifferentrumoursinstead.
Fingolfin: ...
Améniel: I'm sorry, Mr-High-King-Fingolfin-Sir, I really care about your son and just wanted to help.
Fingolfin: And what about the kiss Glorfindel told me he saw?
Améniel: Purposely staged to give our earlier rumour-making efforts more ground.
Fingolfin: So then why did Fingon admit to actual sex and public nudity?
Améniel: Because he's a fucking idiot who doesn't know when to shut his mouth? Oh. Umn. *blushes* Because there was actual sex. Later. In my bedroom where no one else could see us. Sir. Thepublicnuditywaswhenwewereswimmingthedaybefore.
Fingolfin: Swimming? ...That's the fountain thing he was going on about, isn't it? *growls*
Améniel: Yessir. But it was quite late at night and no one else was around and he wasn't naked. Just me.
Fingolfin: Oh. Really? That's ...actually kind of good.
Améniel: *nods* Your son was a perfect gentleman.
Fingolfin: Why doesn't he tell me these sort of things?
Améniel: He's an idiot, sir, if you don't mind me saying it. I think he's also somewhat frightened of you.
Fingolfin: *grins* ...You know, I'd be tempted to adopt you if it wouldn't make your relationship with my son into incest.
Améniel: Thank you, sir. Does this mean you're not going to kill him?
Fingolfin: For now. He's still an utter embarassment to the family.