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Anairë | The Silmarillion (anaire) wrote in thefeanorians,
@ 2013-04-24 19:03:00

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Except for a short - and unintentional - nap, Anairë had been awake for several days now. There was so much work to be done, and so little time to do it! This was something that had to be done perfectly; for her sake as well as Lady Findis'. Her dresses were soon to be on display in the most important and well-attended event that Tírion had seen in years, and she wanted all the ladies in the city - and beyond - talking about them for years.

Blinking in exhaustion, she stood, and went into the kitchen to put on a kettle of tea and splash some cold water over her face. She brushed her hand through her hair, not even wanting to know how it looked at the moment. But it hardly mattered. She grabbed a ribbon and tied it back tightly to keep it out of her face before pouring herself a cup of hot tea and pouring far too much sugar into it. Normally she would not allow herself quite so much - but if this wedding and these dresses went as she hoped, then they would not have to worry about the price of sugar anymore.

And that would be an amazing feeling.

Returning to her table, she took a deep breath and began working again, biting her tongue with a Ñoldorin determination.

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anaire
2013-04-25 03:57 am UTC (link)

"I promise you they will be the pinnacle of my achievement. They will be dresses worthy of your sister's beauty, my lord.

Anairë looked at him blankly for a moment, her ears twitching and perking a little in a rather shocked surprise. He was asking her to go for a walk with him? Her? She shivered, glancing quickly at the clock. It was later than she would have liked, but she couldn't say no, even if she wanted to.

Which...she didn't.

She bit her bottom lip as her eyes twinkled, countering the flush in her cheeks.

"I would like that, yes. But I cannot walk for long! I have much work still to do for your sister's wedding. But it would indeed be nice to get some air. And I do need to pick up some mangoes for supper."

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nolofinwe
2013-04-25 04:17 am UTC (link)

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?"

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anaire
2013-04-25 04:40 am UTC (link)

Anairë took his arm, which was a strange thing indeed, full of mixed feelings. On a purely selfish level, she had to admit that she liked it. She'd never walked out with a man of any sort before (her brothers certainly didn't count), and she was curious about this grey-eyed son of Finwë. And her arm seemed to fit comfortably against his, as if it were meant to be there. Her heart skipped a beat as she touched him, and her cheeks reddened and her ears tilted as she felt shiver electrically.

But whatever that was, it didn't matter. Nothing would become of this, and if she did anything to offend him, everything she had worked for the past months would be absolutely for naught. So she had to be very careful about what she said and what she did.

She couldn't help but laugh at his last statement, though.

"Of course I speak on my own, my lord. My parents and brothers have often chided me for speaking too much! I do have opinions of my own, most certainly, and I am not afraid of speaking them. But I do not wish to find myself with my head on a pike for offending the prince," she teased, the impish look from the fitting room once brightening her face.

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nolofinwe
2013-04-25 04:50 am UTC (link)

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."

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anaire
2013-04-25 05:03 am UTC (link)

"Oh, aye, forgive me, my lord. I should have known that you would not dare make a mess if you took to murdering someone. I apologize for the offense."

Though her words were deadly serious, there was laughter in her eyes, and her slightly pouty lips were barely holding back giggles.

"Indeed I am Ñoldor. My father's father and my mother's father followed your lord father here from Cuiviénen, and we have always since lived here in Tírion. My grandmother was a seamstress, like I am, and the craft has always been in the family. I am the most talented of my siblings, though. Your sister...well, you know that when she became engaged, she sent out a message for all the seamstresses in the city to submit their best work to her to choose. And she chose mine. She did not meet me beforehand, and I fear she might not have chosen me if she did. Many of the others looked far more noble than I do, but I must say that my work was by far the best of all. I put more love and passion into everything I do than those who simply want renown. Because what I do, I do for my family. You see - "

She stopped, reddening a bit, her ears falling a bit. She should not be telling him the story of her family, or how this could make everything so much better for them. She should not make his sister's wedding about her.

"Well, you know how it is. I love to make the dresses and perhaps make your sister's day just a little happier than it already is, looking how lovely she looks."

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nolofinwe
2013-04-25 05:30 am UTC (link)

Ñolofinwë listened to her speak, and it wasn't in that, I'm here walking with you while you ramble, nonsense either. He did listen, but he was disappointed when she trailed off and mentioned his sister again. He furrowed his brows and sort of nodded his head, feeling a disconnect pass between them in the moment. He couldn't contain the mild let down and his ears sort of flattened. She had so much potential but at every turn he found himself questioning the reality he'd imagined in his head when he'd first talked to her.

"Oh," he said, "she is lovely, yes," he added but without much reverence or emphasis. Who didn't know or believe Findis to be a true beauty? Why did so many of them bother wasting words on a thing that everyone already knew anyway? And why did everyone think those were the things that Ñolofinwë wanted to hear? Not even Finwë wanted to be told he was a glorious, benevolent ruler. He already knew it!

Ñolofinwë shook his head again and sighed. "Did you design your own wedding gown?" he ventured after a moment, his attention straying.

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anaire
2013-04-25 05:47 am UTC (link)

Anairë was not aware of that disconnect herself; she felt strangely tuned to this strange, noble elf's moods. But what could she do about it? How could she truly be herself when so much depended on this wedding going perfectly? Ai, but it was making her heart ache to be so dull. Because...that wasn't who she was. And a growing part of her didn't want him to think that was all there was of her.

Her smile faded a little, and she trailed off into silence - a silence she wanted desperately to break. She was relieved when he spoke, but the question made her blush a little.

"No..." she said carefully. "I haven't seen the point. I've never...I've never been much of a romantic. I mean, I suppose when I was very young I used to dream of falling in love and having a big fancy wedding, but as I grew up...well, such things are beyond my means. And I've started to think that maybe I'm supposed to take care of my family, instead of getting married myself. And I don't mind so much. I mean, they're dear to me. And love...isn't for everyone. Not everyone finds someone special, and yet they can still be happy despite that." She trailed off, but this time into her own mind, thoughtfully. "But I always wanted children..." She smiled a bit sadly, but turned back to him with a gentle smile. "But I have nieces and nephews. And that will be good enough."

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