You know, I think it's about time I disown both my sons and declare Artaher as my heir.

( It just makes sense. )

I just saw a most curious paper:


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Despite the brightening of the days as spring approaches, there seems to be a scent of darkness in the air. I wonder what may be coming? But I keep my thoughts to myself on this. For now. Well, ( as much as An allows me to. )

We had a rather curious visitor this morning. I must admit, it's not often a son of Feanor comes to me for advice. Especially not ( -this- son of Feanor... )

Fingolfin: *decides it's time to go inform his older brother that he's in town, stops in on his workshop* Feanor?

Feanor: *looks up from his work* Oh, hey. Come in.

Fingolfin: Brother. *polite nod* I thought I should warn you that An and I have returned to the city, probably just for a year or two.

Feanor: *subdued* Really, what brought that on?

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Glorfindel: Sir, will these be good? *grins as he sets down the luggage he's carrying for them*

Fingolfin: *looks around the house a bit* I believe so. What do you say, wife?

Anaire: I adore it. *smiles* It is most excellent.

Glorfindel: Great. *another grin* I'll leave you to settling in.

Fingolfin: My thanks. *puts a hand on Glorfindel's shoulder ( Read more... )

As weird as it is to say, I think I actually miss my children. I guess it's just that Barad Eithel is so quiet and there's no one to yell at. Well, except servants and An. But I would never yell at my beautiful An, and we've trained all our servants so well that there's no need ( Read more... )

What is it about women that makes us want them so? Is it their tender hands? Their soft lips? Or perhaps their gentle lies? There's truly something to be said about the way she curls her mouth just so when she knows you can't deny her, or the look in her eye that shows just how idiotic she thinks you are. The curve of her hips, the slant of her ( Read more... )

Turgon: *approaches his parents as they're finishing their packing* Adar, may I have a moment alone? Sorry, nana.
Fingolfin: *looks to Anaire and nods*
Anaire: *smiles* I will prepare a lunch for our trip, in the kitchens. I shall be back in half of an hour. *leaves*
Fingolfin: *seriously, once she's out of earshot* ( What is it, Turukano? )

Fingolfin: Findekano.
Fingon: Adar?
Fingolfin: We should talk.
( I agree )