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Fingolfin | Ñolofinwë Aracáno (nolofinwe) wrote in thefeanorians,

He brightened. "Then let us collect mangoes swiftly and afterwards I will return you to your lonely work," he said, throwing his cloak--which had no holes in it, as a note--over his shoulders so that it hung out of his way and didn't hamper his movements as he neared her. Ñolofinwë admired Anairë briefly then offered her his arm, "I think I might guide us both from your home without trouble," as it was unreprentingly small. Small but comfortable, with a very familial charm to it. It lacked the openness of the palace, and the freedom of Tirion proper but not everyone could live in the perfect view.

There were a good many elves that shared their residences, the private family homes were an enigma to Ñolofinwë; the palace housed many, including the regular staff that kept it, and some of the artists that produced the finest work for the palace walls. None of them were discriminating, save perhaps for Findis.

But, joined with the Lady for the moment, Ñolofinwë lead them from her small home and out onto the streets. Let the whispers begin, he didn't care, and it would only serve to heighten the woman's fame amongst the other elves should they so spy them together. Ñolofinwë wasn't worried.

"Do you speak of your own volition or must I keep supplying questions for you to answer?"