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[lord_feanor]

*turns up at Fin and Turco's looking for Fingolfin*

*quietly seeks him out, carrying his son*

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[_fingolfin]

*is walking outside in the gardens, far from the house itself*

[lord_feanor]

*wanders over*

Ah. You're outdoors. That's... good.

Listen... I'm just about to go see the Valar about... moving her.

[_fingolfin]

*nods slowly*

*very deliberately looks away*

[lord_feanor]

So... you might want to go take a walk. Take your son out, spend a little time with him.

[_fingolfin]

...

Now isn't a good time.

[lord_feanor]

It's as good a time as any.

[_fingolfin]

*swallows the lump in his throat with some difficulty*

What can I do for him, Feanor? I don't even know what day it is.

[lord_feanor]

Just hold him for a while. And if you can, try and come up with a name.

[_fingolfin]

*sighs*

*reluctantly has a look at his child* I don't know...

[lord_feanor]

If nothing else, it'll keep your mind occupied while I go sort this out. And it shouldn't take long.

[_fingolfin]

*looks exceedingly doubtful*

Well...

*reaches for the baby tentatively*

[lord_feanor]

*hands him over to you*

He's a fine boy.

[finalgolfinian]

*opens his eyes, his sleep interrupted by the movement*

Buy?

*blinks wearily and rubs at his face unsteadily*

[_fingolfin]

*holds him at some distance at first, then cuddles him closer*

*almost forgets to breathe*

Oh... he's perfect.

[lord_feanor]

*smiles slightly*

Right. I'll leave you to it then.

[_fingolfin]

*hardly notices you at this point*

*touches the baby's cheek gently*

Hi there, little one. ...I'm your atar.