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We seem to have gained some company.
Fingolfin: *is carefully sanding some of the new woodwork*
Maedhros: *does not want to disturb the concentration!*
Fingolfin: *finishes the bit he's on and goes to get a new bit of sandpaper*
Maedhros: Hello, uncle Nolofinwe?
Fingolfin: *looks up* Maitimo? What are you doing here?
Maedhros: Well, Turu had some correspondence to send you, and guilted Artaher and I into delivering it.
Fingolfin: *grins* That's my boy. What did he send?
Maedhros: *hands him the letters*
Fingolfin: *takes them, peeking at them quickly then sets them aside to read for later* Planning on staying a bit?
Maedhros: If you don't mind...
Fingolfin: Sure. Mind if we put you to work? And where's Artaher? You said he came with?
Maedhros: Not at all. He should be along any moment...said he was going to see to the horses.
Fingolfin: Excellent. Two more strong bodies to listen to An's demands.
Maedhros: *grins at the last bit*
Artaher: *comes in* Hello, uncle.
Fingolfin: Artaher. *nods to him* Why don't we find you two rooms to stay in. And then, if An's out of the bath, we can make some supper, perhaps?
Maedhros: *nods*
Fingolfin: Alright. *rises and dusts himself off* I think we should have a few rooms that are either done or not started yet.
Artaher: Okay.
Fingolfin: Well, come along. *leads them out of that room and upstairs to the guest wing*
both: *follow*
Fingolfin: *points out a couple rooms* Make yourselves comfortable, I'll go check on your aunt.
Maedhros: *picks a room*
Fingolfin: *goes to check on An, finds her getting dressed* Two of your nephews are here. Hurry.
Anaire: By and by, my husband. *gives him a kiss* Go take them to the kitchens whilst I finish dressing.
Fingolfin: *returns the kiss* That was my plan, love. *goes back to check on the boys* Things ok?
Maedhros: Perfectly so.
Artaher: *nods in agreement*
Fingolfin: Your aunt will be along soon. Hungry?
Maedhros: *nods* Rather.
Fingolfin: Alright. We have to pass through a few of the ripped apart areas to get to the kitchen, so watch yourselves.
both: *are careful*
Fingolfin: *leads them to the kitchen only to discover An has somehow beaten them there* Ah, there's my lovely wife.
Anaire: Flatterer. *smiles at him from where she's preparing some dinner for them*
Maedhros: *smiles* Hello, Aunt Anaire!
Artaher: *also greets*
Anaire: Hello boys. Why the surprise visit? *hands them each a plate full of food* Nolfin, my husband, get some wine?
Fingolfin: Yes, love. *fetches a bottle and pours all 4 of them a glass*
Maedhros: Turu has guilted us into delivering correspondence. *takes plate gratefully*
Anaire: *shares a look with her husband* And what did he catch you doing?
Maedhros: Ah, nothing too terrible. Arther here got a little too close to one of his weird fountains. *tries not to smile*
Anaire: Of course. *takes her wine from Fingolfin and offers him a plate, too, notably less full than what she fed the boys*
Fingolfin: Why do I have this feeling like you both fell in? *raises an eyebrow at them*
Maedhros: I wouldn't say that...*sits at the table* I'd say that sneaky little Artaher pulled me in when I tried to help him out!
Artaher: *can't honestly deny that part*
Fingolfin: I see. And of course, that was only fair since you were the one who helped him in, right?
Anaire: *grins* You'd think they were still elflings!
Maedhros: Of course not! *grin*
Artaher: You did. You definitely did. *gestures with fork*
Anaire: *just laughs*
Fingolfin: Don't encourage them.
Artaher: *can't help* His fault.
Maedhros: *shrugs, grinning, and eats*
Fingolfin: Oh really, Maedhros, you're the oldest by far. You should be setting a good example not picking on your younger cousins.
Anaire: Nolfin. *puts a hand on his arm* They are not children anymore.
Maedhros: *ahem; attempts to straighten expression* I wasn't picking on anyone - that implies ill will.
Fingolfin: Oh really? *looks to Artaher*
Artaher: *shrugs*
Artaher: ...I think we're rather even now, at any rate. >.>
Fingolfin: ...do I want to know?
Anaire: *sips her wine with a smirk* I am curious which fountain it was.
Artaher: Well, it was true that I pulled him in after that.
Maedhros: *shares look with cousin*
Artaher: Umm...
Anaire: That bad? Oh my.
Fingolfin: You should answer your aunt. I'd hate to have to break fingers over something so trivial
Maedhros: *refrains from sighing in slight annoyance*
Artaher: *!!* Er...thechocolateone.
Fingolfin: Ah. *looks at his wife* That could be fun, eh An?
Anaire: *laughs* Not now, husband. *rolls her eyes* Ignore him, boys. Do either of you need more to eat?
Artaher: O.o
Artaher: No, thank you...This is enough. 'S good though.
Anaire: What about dessert? I baked a lovely chocolate tart yesterday.
Fingolfin: It really is quite good. *agrees* I shouldn't allow you to bake so much, though, I just keep eating it.
Maedhros: *sets fork down on empty plate* -I- would love some.
Artaher: ...Well, maybe a bit, then...>.>
Anaire: Good boys. *smiles and takes the empty plates, going to fetch the tart - which is large and lovely, made with walnuts and chocolate* Big piece? Little piece?
Maedhros: Medium?
Anaire: *nods and cuts the piece, handing it to him* Artaher? For you?
Artaher: Um...normal sized piece?
Anaire: Alright. *serves him his then cuts a medium slice for herself and Fingolfin to share*
Fingolfin: *takes a fork and nips a bit of it* I swear, this woman is trying to fatten me up for some reason.
Maedhros: *takes a bite* Well, whatever the reason, it's delicious, and therefore no reason for complaint
Artaher: It -is- excellent
Anaire: *smiles* Thank you. I actually got the recipe from your mother, Artaher.
Fingolfin: Who would have ever thought time with Earwen could be good for anyone? Ow! *curses as Anaire kicks him under the table*
Artaher: *smiles a little awkwardly*
Anaire: *touches Arta's arm lightly* It is a running joke between my husband and I, nothing serious.
Artaher: *smiles* Right.
Fingolfin: Well, you did chose to stay with her over coming with us. *teasing*
Anaire: That is because she kisses better. *grins and kisses Fingolfin's nose*
Maedhros: *?!*
Artaher: *?!?!*
Fingolfin: *laughs*
Anaire: *does as well* How many more stories do you think I could tell these boys?
Fingolfin: A few, I'd imagine. They probably don't remember what an evil woman you are.
Maedhros: *grins a little*
Maedhros: *about 2 before Artaher is broken*
Anaire: Earwen is a fine lady. But I would not kiss her. She has not any of the charm that my husband does.
Fingolfin: Charm? Is that what you call it now? *takes her hand and kisses it*
Maedhros: *mouth quirks*
Artaher: *unconsciously relieved*
Fingolfin: You were always more fond of her children then her charms.
Anaire: It is true. I stole them all for my own. You did not mind, did you, Artaher?
Artaher: *shakes head* No
Artaher: It was fun
Anaire: I am very glad you think so, dear. *reaches over to pet his cheek* You were always such a good little boy.
Fingolfin: *amused* Don't embarrass him, An.
Anaire: *rolls her eyes* I am not embarrassing him.
Artaher: *...only a little >.>*
Maedhros: *is not surprised that Artaher was the good one*
Maedhros: Probably much better than me. *grin*
Fingolfin: That would be why we sent Fingon off to follow you around.
Anaire: Nolf. *pokes him* We did not use Findekano as a punishment. He was also a good boy. Well, when he was not breaking things.
Maedhros: *grins*
Maedhros: Well, Artaher is so quiet he can't possibly have gotten into trouble.
Anaire: No, he did not. He was an angel. Our Turu was the same way, very quiet and serious.
Fingolfin: Except Turgon got himself into trouble often enough by following his brother or Finrod.
Maedhros: *teases* Aw Artaher, where's the fun in that?
Anaire: He was usually in my kitchen getting to taste all the sweets as I made them. Right, Artaher?
Artaher: *smiles* Maaaaaaybe.
Fingolfin: An always claimed to have no favourites, I think she lied.
Anaire: I do not have favourites. Each child was my favourite at something.
Maedhros: *chuckle*
Anaire: So, we have fed them. Is it time to wash them and send them to bed?
Fingolfin: ...you can do that. *laughs*
Maedhros: *grins*
Anaire: Well, they are both handsome boys... *grins*
Artaher: *looks like he can't decide whether to be embarrassed or amused*
Maedhros: *laughs, at her comments and Artaher's expression*
Fingolfin: *shakes his head* Women.
Anaire: That is not what you said last night...
Fingolfin: Hush.
Anaire: *smirks*
Maedhros: *snickers*
Now to look over some of these letters my son sent. *has them in his office and starts reading them*
Fingolfin: *is carefully sanding some of the new woodwork*
Maedhros: *does not want to disturb the concentration!*
Fingolfin: *finishes the bit he's on and goes to get a new bit of sandpaper*
Maedhros: Hello, uncle Nolofinwe?
Fingolfin: *looks up* Maitimo? What are you doing here?
Maedhros: Well, Turu had some correspondence to send you, and guilted Artaher and I into delivering it.
Fingolfin: *grins* That's my boy. What did he send?
Maedhros: *hands him the letters*
Fingolfin: *takes them, peeking at them quickly then sets them aside to read for later* Planning on staying a bit?
Maedhros: If you don't mind...
Fingolfin: Sure. Mind if we put you to work? And where's Artaher? You said he came with?
Maedhros: Not at all. He should be along any moment...said he was going to see to the horses.
Fingolfin: Excellent. Two more strong bodies to listen to An's demands.
Maedhros: *grins at the last bit*
Artaher: *comes in* Hello, uncle.
Fingolfin: Artaher. *nods to him* Why don't we find you two rooms to stay in. And then, if An's out of the bath, we can make some supper, perhaps?
Maedhros: *nods*
Fingolfin: Alright. *rises and dusts himself off* I think we should have a few rooms that are either done or not started yet.
Artaher: Okay.
Fingolfin: Well, come along. *leads them out of that room and upstairs to the guest wing*
both: *follow*
Fingolfin: *points out a couple rooms* Make yourselves comfortable, I'll go check on your aunt.
Maedhros: *picks a room*
Fingolfin: *goes to check on An, finds her getting dressed* Two of your nephews are here. Hurry.
Anaire: By and by, my husband. *gives him a kiss* Go take them to the kitchens whilst I finish dressing.
Fingolfin: *returns the kiss* That was my plan, love. *goes back to check on the boys* Things ok?
Maedhros: Perfectly so.
Artaher: *nods in agreement*
Fingolfin: Your aunt will be along soon. Hungry?
Maedhros: *nods* Rather.
Fingolfin: Alright. We have to pass through a few of the ripped apart areas to get to the kitchen, so watch yourselves.
both: *are careful*
Fingolfin: *leads them to the kitchen only to discover An has somehow beaten them there* Ah, there's my lovely wife.
Anaire: Flatterer. *smiles at him from where she's preparing some dinner for them*
Maedhros: *smiles* Hello, Aunt Anaire!
Artaher: *also greets*
Anaire: Hello boys. Why the surprise visit? *hands them each a plate full of food* Nolfin, my husband, get some wine?
Fingolfin: Yes, love. *fetches a bottle and pours all 4 of them a glass*
Maedhros: Turu has guilted us into delivering correspondence. *takes plate gratefully*
Anaire: *shares a look with her husband* And what did he catch you doing?
Maedhros: Ah, nothing too terrible. Arther here got a little too close to one of his weird fountains. *tries not to smile*
Anaire: Of course. *takes her wine from Fingolfin and offers him a plate, too, notably less full than what she fed the boys*
Fingolfin: Why do I have this feeling like you both fell in? *raises an eyebrow at them*
Maedhros: I wouldn't say that...*sits at the table* I'd say that sneaky little Artaher pulled me in when I tried to help him out!
Artaher: *can't honestly deny that part*
Fingolfin: I see. And of course, that was only fair since you were the one who helped him in, right?
Anaire: *grins* You'd think they were still elflings!
Maedhros: Of course not! *grin*
Artaher: You did. You definitely did. *gestures with fork*
Anaire: *just laughs*
Fingolfin: Don't encourage them.
Artaher: *can't help* His fault.
Maedhros: *shrugs, grinning, and eats*
Fingolfin: Oh really, Maedhros, you're the oldest by far. You should be setting a good example not picking on your younger cousins.
Anaire: Nolfin. *puts a hand on his arm* They are not children anymore.
Maedhros: *ahem; attempts to straighten expression* I wasn't picking on anyone - that implies ill will.
Fingolfin: Oh really? *looks to Artaher*
Artaher: *shrugs*
Artaher: ...I think we're rather even now, at any rate. >.>
Fingolfin: ...do I want to know?
Anaire: *sips her wine with a smirk* I am curious which fountain it was.
Artaher: Well, it was true that I pulled him in after that.
Maedhros: *shares look with cousin*
Artaher: Umm...
Anaire: That bad? Oh my.
Fingolfin: You should answer your aunt. I'd hate to have to break fingers over something so trivial
Maedhros: *refrains from sighing in slight annoyance*
Artaher: *!!* Er...thechocolateone.
Fingolfin: Ah. *looks at his wife* That could be fun, eh An?
Anaire: *laughs* Not now, husband. *rolls her eyes* Ignore him, boys. Do either of you need more to eat?
Artaher: O.o
Artaher: No, thank you...This is enough. 'S good though.
Anaire: What about dessert? I baked a lovely chocolate tart yesterday.
Fingolfin: It really is quite good. *agrees* I shouldn't allow you to bake so much, though, I just keep eating it.
Maedhros: *sets fork down on empty plate* -I- would love some.
Artaher: ...Well, maybe a bit, then...>.>
Anaire: Good boys. *smiles and takes the empty plates, going to fetch the tart - which is large and lovely, made with walnuts and chocolate* Big piece? Little piece?
Maedhros: Medium?
Anaire: *nods and cuts the piece, handing it to him* Artaher? For you?
Artaher: Um...normal sized piece?
Anaire: Alright. *serves him his then cuts a medium slice for herself and Fingolfin to share*
Fingolfin: *takes a fork and nips a bit of it* I swear, this woman is trying to fatten me up for some reason.
Maedhros: *takes a bite* Well, whatever the reason, it's delicious, and therefore no reason for complaint
Artaher: It -is- excellent
Anaire: *smiles* Thank you. I actually got the recipe from your mother, Artaher.
Fingolfin: Who would have ever thought time with Earwen could be good for anyone? Ow! *curses as Anaire kicks him under the table*
Artaher: *smiles a little awkwardly*
Anaire: *touches Arta's arm lightly* It is a running joke between my husband and I, nothing serious.
Artaher: *smiles* Right.
Fingolfin: Well, you did chose to stay with her over coming with us. *teasing*
Anaire: That is because she kisses better. *grins and kisses Fingolfin's nose*
Maedhros: *?!*
Artaher: *?!?!*
Fingolfin: *laughs*
Anaire: *does as well* How many more stories do you think I could tell these boys?
Fingolfin: A few, I'd imagine. They probably don't remember what an evil woman you are.
Maedhros: *grins a little*
Maedhros: *about 2 before Artaher is broken*
Anaire: Earwen is a fine lady. But I would not kiss her. She has not any of the charm that my husband does.
Fingolfin: Charm? Is that what you call it now? *takes her hand and kisses it*
Maedhros: *mouth quirks*
Artaher: *unconsciously relieved*
Fingolfin: You were always more fond of her children then her charms.
Anaire: It is true. I stole them all for my own. You did not mind, did you, Artaher?
Artaher: *shakes head* No
Artaher: It was fun
Anaire: I am very glad you think so, dear. *reaches over to pet his cheek* You were always such a good little boy.
Fingolfin: *amused* Don't embarrass him, An.
Anaire: *rolls her eyes* I am not embarrassing him.
Artaher: *...only a little >.>*
Maedhros: *is not surprised that Artaher was the good one*
Maedhros: Probably much better than me. *grin*
Fingolfin: That would be why we sent Fingon off to follow you around.
Anaire: Nolf. *pokes him* We did not use Findekano as a punishment. He was also a good boy. Well, when he was not breaking things.
Maedhros: *grins*
Maedhros: Well, Artaher is so quiet he can't possibly have gotten into trouble.
Anaire: No, he did not. He was an angel. Our Turu was the same way, very quiet and serious.
Fingolfin: Except Turgon got himself into trouble often enough by following his brother or Finrod.
Maedhros: *teases* Aw Artaher, where's the fun in that?
Anaire: He was usually in my kitchen getting to taste all the sweets as I made them. Right, Artaher?
Artaher: *smiles* Maaaaaaybe.
Fingolfin: An always claimed to have no favourites, I think she lied.
Anaire: I do not have favourites. Each child was my favourite at something.
Maedhros: *chuckle*
Anaire: So, we have fed them. Is it time to wash them and send them to bed?
Fingolfin: ...you can do that. *laughs*
Maedhros: *grins*
Anaire: Well, they are both handsome boys... *grins*
Artaher: *looks like he can't decide whether to be embarrassed or amused*
Maedhros: *laughs, at her comments and Artaher's expression*
Fingolfin: *shakes his head* Women.
Anaire: That is not what you said last night...
Fingolfin: Hush.
Anaire: *smirks*
Maedhros: *snickers*
Now to look over some of these letters my son sent. *has them in his office and starts reading them*