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[valiantfinwe]

Fingon is feeling better! Clean clothes and family gatherings do things for you!

So he's sitting downstairs and chilling on the couch, flipping without interest through a book and hoping some people show up. Because, after all, it's lovely to see cousins family. Despite the nasty othercousinthings wandering around.

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[ninja_niko]

We're not sure why, but Nik is going to be sitting nearby, cursing at the fact that there aren't any sources of fancy fruit juice and organic salad dressings.

He's made himself a sandwich of sorts, and he's now trying to enjoy it.

It's not working very well.

[ninja_niko]

"I do not imagine it, sir. I witnessed its onset, and do not need to recreate it in my mind."

Nik doesn't respond well at all to this type of behavior, and his bearing might be adjusted to a certain level of pride, though he is still sedate and zen, even though he is annoyed.

[valiantfinwe]

"I see." Slightly mollified, but still prickly. And proud, so proud.

[ninja_niko]

"Do you now?"

Probably not. It's not the happiest memory ever, having to kill your own brother to stop the world ending.

[valiantfinwe]

"Well enough."

Cal does a little twitch stomach squirm.

[ninja_niko]

Niko nods then, sternly. "Good. I suppose you would not condone such a thing, would you?"

Returning to a time where Elves or Auphe were ruling the Earth and men were nothing but creepy-crawlies out of the primordial broth.

[valiantfinwe]

"No, I would not." Even if the Edain are...well, Edain; they're not something he feels are worth that much effort.

[ninja_niko]

Niko just nods, curtly. "If you would, you would find me standing in your way - and if you were to counter it, I would be at your side." Evenly, very factually.

[valiantfinwe]

"And against another enemy?" Consideringly.

[ninja_niko]

"It would depend." On the enemy, evidently.

[valiantfinwe]

He considers Niko. "The Enemy."

[ninja_niko]

"That's precise." Dryly.

[valiantfinwe]

"Morgoth." And that's a little supressed fury in his voice.

[ninja_niko]

Eeeeeyebrows.

"Oh, damn it. You're that kind of Elf."

A Tolkien elf. He's so weirded out. But. "Yes."

[valiantfinwe]

....eyeflare. "What?" That sounds suspiciously like a slur.

[ninja_niko]

"Please accept my apology." He bows. "I just understood who I was talking too, Eldarin, First born of the first children of Eru."

If Fingon is wearing his golden wreath in his braid, Nik is even going to place him in the Silmarillion. He just clicked.