nolfin: (bitter)
Finwë Ñolofinwë (known as Fingolfin) ([personal profile] nolfin) wrote2009-06-20 11:53 pm

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

It just makes sense, now...

Fingon: *has syrup and bacon grease in his hair, but is wearing actual clothes and everything* Uhoh
gnut: you... may want to get presentable quickly

Fingon: I'll go do that
gnut: good plan... er... bye *ducks out*

Fingolfin: FINDEKANO!!

Fingon: *toweling off his hair* Adar...

Fingolfin: *arms crossed* I am hearing some less-than-pleasant rumours about you.

Fingon: yes, Baby is missing and we are doing everything we can to help the search. I'm also working at IHOF to help fund that. I haven't slept with anyone other than my wife lately.

Fingolfin: Why am I hearing this second hand before hearing it from you? ALSO. Why have I not been informed of your child's name, even?

Fingon: Because Baby is...Baby. And we didn't want for you to be upset.

Fingolfin: *sighs* Why are you such an idiot? You named your child "Baby"? And why haven't you brought it to your mother since it's been born? You know she's been dying to see it.

Fingon: Because...I don't know. Time seems to be going so fast.

Fingolfin: *raises an eyebrow*

Fingon: It was very stupid not to, I admit. And yes, Baby.

Fingolfin: I really can't believe you. I thought you were trying to be a decent, contributing member of society?

Fingon: I am still trying to be

Fingolfin: I find that difficult to believe.

Fingon: I should have come to you, I know. I just..didn't want to make anyone upset.

Fingolfin: I'd have been a lot less upset if you -had- come to me. Eru, what am I to do with you?

Fingon: I...don't know.

Fingolfin: I'm now supplying the funds for your search, by the way. I think it's ridiculous that MY son would stoop to common work. You're an erudamned prince. Act like it.

Fingon: I didnt know what else to do. *will NOT wibble* Thank you. Now I can spend the time searching.

Fingolfin: I am embarrassed that you are my son. Honestly embarrassed.

Fingon: *nodding*

Fingolfin: And poor An, having to see what you've become. You break her heart.

Fingon: I don't mean to

Fingolfin: Well, you are. Fucking shape up.

Fingon: *nodding* I will

Fingolfin: You'd better.

It really, really, makes sense. How would you feel about that, Artaher?