Open post-type-thing.

[tolkien_blond]

It's a beautiful morning, and so in the interests of enjoying it, Angrod has been having his breakfast outside. He's the amiable elf sitting cross-legged on a rock shelf beside a waterfall (where there is plenty of room for company, should anyone be so inclined), overlooking the sunlit pool at its foot, and just finishing off a slice of bread with

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[hewer_of_caves]

Finrod has wandering outside, he is in much better spirits than he was last night after talking with his father but was still unwilling to attempt sleep again, and he smiles when he sees his brother. He sits next to him, the sparkle in his eye more notible for it's previous absense, and grins. Good morning, Angarato.

[tolkien_blond]

*grins up at him* Good morning yourself. *moves aside, for if he wants to sit down* How are you?

[hewer_of_caves]

I am well. *steals a piece of bread* You? *is amused about something, but not saying what yet*

[tolkien_blond]

*wrinkles his nose at the bread-filching, but doesn't really mind* I'm good. Settling in?

[token_blond]

*smiles at the sight of him, and comes to rest beside him* Good morning, Angaráto.

[tolkien_blond]

*smiles* Hello, Ata. --Bread? *gestures to his breakfast basket*

[token_blond]

*shakes his head* No, but thank you. How are you?

[tolkien_blond]

I'm well, Ata. *and the smile he gives him proves that to be an understatement, predictably enough* What about you?