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Fingolfin: FINDEKANO!!!!!
Fingon: Adar?
Fingolfin: *holds out THE list* What in Mandos' name is this?
Fingon:...a list
Fingolfin: I can see that. Help me understand what this list means to you.
Fingon: Its names of people
Fingolfin: Thank you, captain obvious.
Fingon: *decides to play up being stupid* People I like
Fingolfin: ...in what way?
Fingon: LOTS of ways
Fingolfin: Oh really? So why are Maitimo, Ameniel, and your brother crossed off of it?
Fingon: because...
Fingolfin: Mmhmmn?
Fingon: We're all having a really big fight?
Fingolfin: Oh yes, that explains why Ame was singing about how much she loved you over her tea this morning.
Fingon: maybe this isnt even MY list
Fingon: maybe its um...who gave it to you?
Fingolfin: It's your handwriting. *raises an eyebrow* Someone left it on my desk. I figured you had just misplaced it and someone stuck it there.
Fingon: ...oh...*small voice*
Fingolfin: Oh. Let's try again. What is this list for?
Fingon: PeopleI'dliketoum...
Fingolfin: You can tell me or I can break your fingers and then you'll tell me anyway.
Fingon: peopleIwouldliketosleepwith
Fingon: Only it wasnt Turgon's fault. We tied him down and I forced myself on him
Fingolfin: Mmhmmn. *crumples the list and throws it at Fingon's head* WHY THE FUCK DO I BOTHER WITH YOU?!
Fingon: *has to least protect his brother* I don't know
Fingolfin: *growls, grabbing Fingon by the collar and throwing him into the wall* You are BOTH disgusting, useless wastes of skin.
Fingon: *lays there, prone*
Fingolfin: I can't believe you. I really can't. *rubs his forehead*
Fingon: *soft whimper*
Fingolfin: You obviously don't respect me, or listen to anything I say. Fine. I won't say anything to you. Since this... THIS disgrace is the only thanks I get for trying to help you. I'll let you deal with Maglor on your own. And I refuse to have anything to do with your wedding.
Fingon: *tears well up* Are you sure you dont want to kill me?
Fingon: If I were so horrible *SNIFF* I would kill me
Fingolfin: Do I look like a disgusting Feanorian? *hisses* Get the fuck out of my sight and out of my house. I don't know you.
Fingon: *crawls away*
Fingolfin: Filthy brat. *stalks off to wash his hands*
*sighs and heads into his room, collapsing into a chair with his hands over his face* I'm so sorry, Anaire. I've failed you completely. Our sons, they... I'm sorry.
Fingon: Adar?
Fingolfin: *holds out THE list* What in Mandos' name is this?
Fingon:...a list
Fingolfin: I can see that. Help me understand what this list means to you.
Fingon: Its names of people
Fingolfin: Thank you, captain obvious.
Fingon: *decides to play up being stupid* People I like
Fingolfin: ...in what way?
Fingon: LOTS of ways
Fingolfin: Oh really? So why are Maitimo, Ameniel, and your brother crossed off of it?
Fingon: because...
Fingolfin: Mmhmmn?
Fingon: We're all having a really big fight?
Fingolfin: Oh yes, that explains why Ame was singing about how much she loved you over her tea this morning.
Fingon: maybe this isnt even MY list
Fingon: maybe its um...who gave it to you?
Fingolfin: It's your handwriting. *raises an eyebrow* Someone left it on my desk. I figured you had just misplaced it and someone stuck it there.
Fingon: ...oh...*small voice*
Fingolfin: Oh. Let's try again. What is this list for?
Fingon: PeopleI'dliketoum...
Fingolfin: You can tell me or I can break your fingers and then you'll tell me anyway.
Fingon: peopleIwouldliketosleepwith
Fingon: Only it wasnt Turgon's fault. We tied him down and I forced myself on him
Fingolfin: Mmhmmn. *crumples the list and throws it at Fingon's head* WHY THE FUCK DO I BOTHER WITH YOU?!
Fingon: *has to least protect his brother* I don't know
Fingolfin: *growls, grabbing Fingon by the collar and throwing him into the wall* You are BOTH disgusting, useless wastes of skin.
Fingon: *lays there, prone*
Fingolfin: I can't believe you. I really can't. *rubs his forehead*
Fingon: *soft whimper*
Fingolfin: You obviously don't respect me, or listen to anything I say. Fine. I won't say anything to you. Since this... THIS disgrace is the only thanks I get for trying to help you. I'll let you deal with Maglor on your own. And I refuse to have anything to do with your wedding.
Fingon: *tears well up* Are you sure you dont want to kill me?
Fingon: If I were so horrible *SNIFF* I would kill me
Fingolfin: Do I look like a disgusting Feanorian? *hisses* Get the fuck out of my sight and out of my house. I don't know you.
Fingon: *crawls away*
Fingolfin: Filthy brat. *stalks off to wash his hands*
*sighs and heads into his room, collapsing into a chair with his hands over his face* I'm so sorry, Anaire. I've failed you completely. Our sons, they... I'm sorry.