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[golfins_missus]

*heads out shopping in the morning then decides to swing by Fin's to see how she's doing*

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[_finduilas]

*somehow hears knocking over the sound of her blowtorch*

*hollers*

COME IN!!

[golfins_missus]

*enters and stares at you in surprise*

Good lord, girl, whatever are you doing with that thing?

[_finduilas]

*shuts it off*

*gestures to a large, twisty metal shape on the workbench in front of her*

Sculpting...art?

*snickers as an appendage falls to the floor with a loud clang*

[golfins_missus]

*raises an eyebrow*

You've definitely been spending far too much time around the Feanorians if you're taking up metal crafting. ;)

[_finduilas]

Oh, I'm no good at it. Just trying to keep busy, really.

*heads into the kitchen to wash the grime off her hands*

So...come on in. Oh, you're in already.

*puts the kettle on*

You feeling okay? You look a little...chartreuse.

[golfins_missus]

Hmm? Me? Oh. I'm fine. Just... late night is all. WITH my husband, before you inquire. ;)

[_finduilas]

Ah. I see. Bugger.

*hands you a cup of tea and leads you into the living room*

I take it he hasn't found out, then. WHEW.

*sits on the edge of the couch so as not to get it completely filthy*

[golfins_missus]

No...

Although Feanor seems to know something judging by the comments he was making to Fingolfin at the pub. :S

[_finduilas]

Fëanor knows? I guess...Morno found out from Daemion. He better not have found out from Turco, anyway.

*makes a mental note to tell Aredhel not to bother with Morno*

[golfins_missus]

I'm guessing so at least. He kept dropping sinister hints. But then this is Feanor we're talking about and he's been through a lot recently so he COULD just be making stuff up to wind up Fingolfin to cheer himself up.

[_finduilas]

...

You do realize that Fëanor's not likely to carry this secret with him to his next gra...er...pile of ashes, right? Fingolfin's going to find out eventually.

[golfins_missus]

Well... if that happens, I guess I'd better start looking for the prenuptual agreement documents now and destroy them.

*sips her tea and grimaces as a pang of queasiness grips her momentarily*

[_finduilas]

Normally I'd say that hearing it from you would still be better than finding out through the grapevine, but...I'm not sure that'd make a difference in this case. :S

I suppose you could always just deny it. But then you never were a very good liar despite being married to the guy who wrote the book.

[golfins_missus]

*sighs*

Well. The worst he'll do is scream and try to do his utmost to leave me penniless.

[_finduilas]

*tries to keep the cheer out of her voice*

And possibly commit murder and/or die in the process.

[golfins_missus]

I somehow doubt it'll come to that.

...

:S

*feels her stomach churn more violently*