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Fingolfin | Ñolofinwë Aracáno (nolofinwe) wrote in thefeanorians,

Ñolofinwë assessed the woman with keen, grey eyes. She looked exhausted, out of order and entirely too flustered to warrant any desire for a casual conversation. She was nervous, worried even and he wondered briefly if he'd thought wrong in his initial idea of her. He made her awkward, not happy. Had he misjudged their teasing entirely? It was possible. His ears twitched and his brow quirked in question, looking at her, suddenly feeling ill at ease himself. Maybe he'd only created their chemistry in his mind.

"Lady Anairë," he said with his penchant musical voice, "I hope I have not roused you from sleep, you look as if you need all you might get," pointing out that he noticed her exhaustion and found it ridiculous. Who didn't sleep? Especially when they worked such careful crafts as hers, that required such focus on attention. It would be like his brother going into the smithy drunk. But his displeasure aside, Ñolofinwë regarded her and struggled briefly to come up with an excuse for why he'd come.

"My sister Lalwen," he started, "had a message for you and while I would not normally deliver it myself I opted to bear her tidings as I was walking through.."