It's beginning to look a lot like...crackplot?

[ayrie_spirit]

Overnight, with the holidays coming up quickly, the mansion's been transformed. Mistletoe hangs from doorways and by windows (and occasionally in odd spots in the middle of the room to make it easier to sneak up on people), fragarent pine garlands wrap the banisters, holly wreathes and candles adorn the windows, punch, eggnog and mulled wine in

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[valiantfinwe]

Fingon is examining the decorations and just happens to touch one.

A much younger elf, perhaps early teensish, still looking quite serious and a bit annoyed, is looking around and frowning at how highly irregular this is. "What's going on here?" He demands to know.

[arid_white_lady]

Irisse is still an adult, and she is walking in with perhaps a sort of idea to find the twins - Dior's twins, that is.

But she stops short when she sees her brother.

"Findekano?"

[valiantfinwe]

"Yes?" He's still frowning around, confusedly, and looks over at her and then blinks. ---sort of familiar but - nah, that's ridiculous. "Who are you, and what is this place?"

Quite articulate, and still with just as much of a stick up his ass. Some things don't change. Uptight little kid, too.

[arid_white_lady]

"My name is Aredhel, and this is the Mansion." She gives him a smile that's reassuring. "I am your cousin."

She's ready to lie about being related to him otherwise - because she knows the brother too well.

[valiantfinwe]

Good thing he doesn't recognize the Sindarin. He bows. "Well met, Aredhel. I'm afraid I don't remember being introduced..."

[arid_white_lady]

She smiles, continues the lie. "It's alright. You were very little, when we met. Are you alright?"

She is going to take care of a brother - if it kills her.

[valiantfinwe]

He nods, quickly. "I'm good. But I don't know what is going on."

[arid_white_lady]

"This place is different." She gives him a reassuring smile. "But you'll be alright. We have a lot of family, here."

[valiantfinwe]

"Is Ata here?" Most importantly. "And what about my little sister?"

[arid_white_lady]

"Uncle Fingolfin isn't here, I'm really sorry." She is - she misses her papa. "Ireth is alright. I take care of her very often. She's out right now. Maybe later we can see her."

[valiantfinwe]

A frown. "He's not here? Where'd he go?" And then more of a frown. "Are you sure? Sometimes she says she is when she isn't."

[arid_white_lady]

Aaaaw, Fingon. "Yes, she is. I would know if she weren't. But you can judge yourself soon enough." She's smiling really fondly, though.

[valiantfinwe]

"When?" Somewhat stubbornly.

[arid_white_lady]

"Soon." She has no idea how soon, though. Irisse takes a cookie on the table, absently....

Have a very lost little Ireth. "Mama? Ata?" She's about 9.

[valiantfinwe]

---whoawhoawhoawhat?

"Ireth? What..."

[arid_white_lady]

Whoascaryplacenotgoodoyayabrother!

And she's going to go hide in his arms. Now. Please.