Attn: Wolfram von Bielefeld

[finweson]

Robed in his finery once more - people have to reminded that he is not just some humble smith, after all - Fëanor sets out to find Wolfram. He has the two requested swords with him. He's very proud of them; especially, amusingly enough, of the non-showy sword for Wolfram's brother: The elaborate, jewel-hilted, beautifully decorated sword is perfect

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[demonfiance]

Wolfram can be found fairly easily at the mansion and he comes across Feanor, nodding to him politely.

Having a Queen for a mother and a King for a fiance, Wolfram tends to not be overly impressed or even notice people wearing fine robes. He almost takes such things for granted, though his own usual mode of dress is very military-looking.

[finweson]

Well, it's not so much to impress as to remind the other that he, too, is noble - at any rate, that's not what this is about.

Fëanor nods in return. "I finished the swords you requested."

[demonfiance]

"May I see them?" He holds out his hands, wanting a closer look.

[finweson]

"Naturally."

He first hands over the sword Wolfram ordered for himself. Careful, the blade is extremely sharp; it won't take much pressure to cut things. The hilt has been expertly adorned with gold and sapphires (yet in a way that won't get into the way of handling the sword properly). Oh, there's just one tiny catch. As all blades Fëanor makes, this one too has been endowed with his usual little trick: If you try to use the weapon against a member of Fëanor's family, the blade will turn against its wielder.