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?
Fingolfin: *shrugs* You know my wife. *moves closer* Something happened?
Feanor: One of my sons is dead. It appears to be murder.
Fingolfin: Ah. *had heard some rumours about someone being dead, but...* Are you alright? *lightly puts a hand on Feanor's shoulder*
Feanor: ( *shrugs* )