[introduction]: and with tenderness I'll cherish you

[ma_feanorian]

It's been a quiet day, and she's taken to going for walks. She doesn't like to spend too much time with the others, even if they are always, at least outwardly, very polite and don't ask questions or look askance - she suspects Indis' doing in that - but all the same, she can never quite feel comfortable, even with these newcomers for whom the

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[time_willdecide]

A pair of equally redheaded Elves also have a tendency to wander (guess we know where they got it from!) and they're also heading back toward the Mansion, but from a different direction. When one first catches a glimpse of her he thinks that it's a trick of the light, a vision, a hallucination. But then his twin gasps, and they know that they've both seen her. They stare another moment, barely able to believe it and half expecting her to vanish as she passes behind a tree, and then they're running. "Mama!"

[ma_feanorian]

She knows that voice at once, and turns sharply, eyes widening in quite visible shock, and for a moment turning in a full circle she doesn't see them, but then she does and for a moment she almost can't breath.

Nerdanel's eyes widen, unable to quite believe them. "---Ambarussa?" she breathes, and rocks forward as though to move toward them too - but doesn't quite dare, in case they vanish.

The thoughts of strangeness and where she is have quite abruptly fled. It doesn't matter so much, at the moment, because those voices she never expected to hear again.

[time_willdecide]

They don't vanish, they barely skid to a sotp in time to avoid bowling her over as they both throw their arms around her and hug tightly, nearly clinging.

Okay, they are clinging. Kind of a lot. And their eyes are a little damp. But they're mama's boys after all.

[ma_feanorian]

And mama thinks that is the way it should be and is hugging them both back, tightly. Their solidity is - surprising, but good, and they're - are they taller than she is now? Maybe by a little, but it's just that it's been so long and over so much time she's come to think of them as the small boys that she could keep close and safe.

Nerdanel braces so they don't knock her over, her eyes still open wide. "My boys - my sons, Eru, what is this-"

Taken off guard, yes, and would kind of like an explanation, but you notice she does not seem nervous or alarmed at all. They feel real, and therefore they are. At least, that's what she's following for now.

[i_hate_valar]

The icon is appropriate, and Feanor misses his wife. He's been thinking about his sons' behavior, his own, and that annoying little Edain fellow who wanted to be friends with Morgoth.

When he catches a flash of red hair, he tilts his head - he's not sure she's -- but he would know those hips anywhere.

"Wife?"

[ma_feanorian]

Nerdanel was looking the other way, for a moment, and passes quickly through denial into ridiculously girlish joy, and then anger. She holds onto the last one, because it makes the most sense.

Even if a large part of her almost wants to laugh and embrace him and ask how he ever managed to refrain from breaking the rules for so long - but no. That is Not Allowed.

She turns, nostrils flaring and every inch the dignified and furious elven lady. "You," she says, sounding a little more bear than lady, really. "You are not to call me that, at least not until you can make up for the past couple millenia!"

Typist willing, she covers the distance between them on those words and moves to slap him, not hard but sharply, eyes blazing.

[i_hate_valar]

Well, this, at least, he can deal with. Feanor won't take any hit, though, a hand reaching to seize his wife's wrist, strongly, but not with the intent to hurt.

"Nerdanel, woman, you had better not hit me," he says quietly, very composed, but she's probably used to that. "Not until you've heard me out, at least."

And maybe he'll find it kinky then, he decides. Maybe.

[ma_feanorian]

She doesn't press against that, or not for more than a moment. She knows that there's no way she can beat him for sheer strength. (And she confesses that it is a little nice to know that he still has his reflexes and strength.)

"And you'd better not call me woman," she says, jaw set in a stubborn line he probably knows well as well. "And I will listen. But only because I need an explanation, not because I'm not going to smack you anyway."

She is surreptitiously examining him, though. He seems almost exactly the same as she remembers.

[arid_white_lady]

Aredhel hasn't been going out at all - but perhaps she'll be found all the same, with babies to care for and possibly a husband not too far...

I'm going to let Cara's thread with Tyelko develop just a bit more before I send him. Pandora might have to wait until I have less threads, if that's alright.

[ma_feanorian]

Well, once inside - and no doubt having been given at least a little bit of a lowdown - ma Feanorian is going to be heading to the elven wing to go looking for a room of her own. At the very least in a thoughtful mood, though how much so remains to be seen.

However, she does knock on a few doors, to see if she's missing anyone who should be saying hello - and one of those happens to be Aredhel and Celegorm's, though he might be, we shall say, in the shower at the moment and thus doesn't hear it.

[arid_white_lady]

There might be a noise, then, a baby's little voice, and rushed footsteps, and a breath --- and then a small voice.

"Who is it?" She probably sounds very nervous, but she's emboldened by her husband's proximity.

Her voice is recognizable all the same.

[ma_feanorian]

She's surprised first of all by the sound of a baby - because there haven't been children in their family for years, but she was specifically directed here - and then by the voice. She blinks, and straightens, not quite frowning. "---Irisse," she says, a bit surprised. "It is - Nerdanel."

Do you have children with you?

[ringsmith]

Perhaps she eventually enters the mansion, and when she does there will be a grandson sitting in the main room, attempting again to think through the future meeting between Lydia and Feanor. When he sees his grandmother he doubletakes, unable to believe for a minute that he's really seeing her. "...Grandmother?"

[ma_feanorian]

She does, eventually, and at that -

There's only one grandson that she's ever had, and she hasn't seen him since he was little more than a stripling. She turns to look at him, already smiling, because here is one boy who did end up doing her proud. "Tyelpe - grandson - come here and let me see you properly. You've grown."

Calm, as she's collected herself by now, but inwardly she could just - well, hug all of them. A lot.

[ringsmith]

He goes up to her, smiling broadly (and with a little relief) as he reaches to embrace her. "It's been a long time, grandmother. It's so good to see you."

[ma_feanorian]

She embraces him in return, and then holds him by the shoulders to examine him. "Don't think I don't know that," just a touch tartly, but she's still smiling. "And I have never not regretted the loss of my only grandson - but you have grown up well."

[ma_feanorian]

She does make it inside eventually! And will turn to eye the smoking corner with a bit of a raised eyebrow. "Are you cultivating an air of mystery," she wants to know, "Or is there a reason you are watching me?" Just a little tartly, perhaps, but civil and polite thus far. She does try.

[ma_feanorian]

"Appear to be," she says, almost amused. "Well, I should hope so. Last I checked I still was. And who might you be, if I may ask?" He's fairly inoffensive so far. She has to be fairly good at dealing with people to be married to Feanor, we figure.