[closed to family] you and me, here again
Curufin has been busy - more likely, making himself busy - with building his father's forge, or helping to build it. Throwing himself into the physical work has cleared his head, as much as spending more time with his father has, and even if he still hasn't apologized to Maedhros - still hasn't seen him, in point of fact - nonetheless he feels - marginally better.
His son can manage on his own, since that is clearly the path he's chosen. His mother hasn't tried to interfere since their last disastrous conversation. His father hasn't been too displeased, it seems, and the work on the forge will surely only improve that state of affairs.
And he's pleased with it as well, his own productivity.
He's back at the Mansion, then, rolling out his shoulders and drinking a glass of water, almost smiling. He wants to show his father what he's done. The forge - or at least the skeleton of it, and perhaps somewhat more - is finally done. And perhaps he can even - attempt smithing again. It's been such a long time.
He tilts his head back and closes his eyes, wondering if his father would let him do that much. Standing in the kitchen holding a glass of water in that position, he looks almost relaxed.Other than the sword on one hip, and the long and very sharp knife at the other.
But that's just habit, right?
For family members, extended or not - especially for Feanor. If anyone else would really like to throw someone at the semi-dangerous elf prince, though, just let me know.
His son can manage on his own, since that is clearly the path he's chosen. His mother hasn't tried to interfere since their last disastrous conversation. His father hasn't been too displeased, it seems, and the work on the forge will surely only improve that state of affairs.
And he's pleased with it as well, his own productivity.
He's back at the Mansion, then, rolling out his shoulders and drinking a glass of water, almost smiling. He wants to show his father what he's done. The forge - or at least the skeleton of it, and perhaps somewhat more - is finally done. And perhaps he can even - attempt smithing again. It's been such a long time.
He tilts his head back and closes his eyes, wondering if his father would let him do that much. Standing in the kitchen holding a glass of water in that position, he looks almost relaxed.Other than the sword on one hip, and the long and very sharp knife at the other.
But that's just habit, right?
For family members, extended or not - especially for Feanor. If anyone else would really like to throw someone at the semi-dangerous elf prince, though, just let me know.