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Fingolfin | Ñolofinwë Aracáno (nolofinwe) wrote in thefeanorians,

Given the lady's lack of a proper location--and a seriously underwhelming and not at all helpful description of exactly how or where to find her--it had taken Ñolofinwë the better part of four weeks to discover where Anairë worked and lived. She had simply disappeared off the face of Aman, and Findis' only help had been that if he required the seamstress' skill then he ought simply summon her to the palace. Which, while a fine idea, was not one Ñolofinwë wanted to do. Privacy was a thing unheard of in his home, with his sisters and brother constantly snooping about and getting into things that didn't concern them. He absolutely hated it.

He wouldn't be surprised if one of the three were following behind him now, but what did it matter? He'd departed the palace and wound his way through the city, taking his time. For all her perceived loveliness Anairë was definitely not worth running to and Ñolofinwë had business in other places.

And really it wasn't as if he'd made a direct path toward her home, more that he wound up in that general vicinity. He had nothing to say to her, or any news to bring her and certainly no business to offer. But stop he did and before he knew it one of her family members--he'd very distinctly ignored their introduction--had escorted him into a room to wait. He stood there now examining the select few items on a mantlepiece, then half turned when the door opened and the lady in question was brought around by her--who had it been? Brother? Father?