[Open] I waded forty eight miles of swamps and six big rivers
With the weather being kind once more, if not outright generous, Feanor is out again. The place where his favorite son figured the larger forge could be set needs to be looked at - it's been cleared, the plans have been set, but there is still hard work to be done if the great smith of the Noldor is to have a place to hone his craft once more.
So he wanders out of the Mansion early one morning, draped in a cape bearing the sigil of his house, and the High King - no matter what Fingon says - is well on his way to account for damage.
He bears steel - enough to dispatch Sauron's wolves should they show up, or any other enemy. Eru knows there are enough lurking about.
[OOC: For family, uneasy allies, and the very few friends this dangerous fellow managed to make. Strangers are welcome as well, but be warned: Feanor (the Fiery Soul) is armed, dangerous and has a temper to match his name. Title from Woody Guthrie's hilarious song Talking Hard Work, lyrics here because the recitative is a bit, hm, yes.]
So he wanders out of the Mansion early one morning, draped in a cape bearing the sigil of his house, and the High King - no matter what Fingon says - is well on his way to account for damage.
He bears steel - enough to dispatch Sauron's wolves should they show up, or any other enemy. Eru knows there are enough lurking about.
[OOC: For family, uneasy allies, and the very few friends this dangerous fellow managed to make. Strangers are welcome as well, but be warned: Feanor (the Fiery Soul) is armed, dangerous and has a temper to match his name. Title from Woody Guthrie's hilarious song Talking Hard Work, lyrics here because the recitative is a bit, hm, yes.]