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Fingolfin | Ñolofinwë Aracáno (nolofinwe) wrote in thefeanorians,

He looked at her, brow quirked in question with a look of offense on his features. "How dare you!" he started, "I would only push you from the cliffs of Taniquetil," he said airily, waving dismissively, "that way we need not worry about fashioning a pike or cleaning up the blood from such gruesome ... death." Death was a weird concept, for only one had ever died and she had shed no blood doing so. Unless one counted the birth of her child the year before she had gone to Mandos permanently.

He brushed it aside.

"Then tell me of yourself. I know only that you are a seamstress of some renown, you keep odd hours as such, and you have a rather impish attitude about you. You are Noldor, judging by your appearance and residence both, and you somehow managed to impress my sister."