Jan. 20th, 2009

nolfin: (perhaps)
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* )






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