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Anairë | The Silmarillion (anaire) wrote in thefeanorians,

Anairë did so love the market. The bustle of people, the beautiful wares for sale, the vibrancy and color that made Tírion an even lovelier place than it already was - it was hard for her to go to the market and not feel a little better, no matter what hardships she was facing at the time. So there was a bit of a spring in her step as she walked from vendor to vendor, speaking to the ones she knew, asking about their families. On occasion she would buy something - a toy for one of her nieces or nephews, a hair piece she particularly liked, but mostly she came to socialize. These were her people, and this was her home, and she loved all of them with all the passion of the Ñoldor. It was almost easy to forget her disappointments and anxieties on this warm day, with the golden light of Laurelin warming her and illuminating the white city in its brilliance.

Then she heard her name.

She turned, and saw no one at first, and so kept walking towards the fountain, where she planned to sit and eat the lovely mango she had purchased before heading back home again. But again she stopped, and turned around again, curiously, and she couldn't help the smile that crossed her lips as she saw him. Lord Ñolofinwë. Findis' younger brother who had haunted her dreams since she had first spoken to him at Findis' tenth fitting. She blushed a little as she slowed her pace, allowing him to catch up, but her ears were perked and alert - betraying her pleasure at seeing him.

"My lord," she said, and curtsied as was polite, although not perhaps as subserviently as before. After all, she was no longer his servant, and while she was far from being his equal socially, she did not feel herself in any other way to be so far beneath him. Her face lit as she rose, and looked up at him, boldly meeting his eyes.

"Good day to you, sir! And how could I do otherwise? It is a lovely day, and I live in Tírion. It would be hard to be more blessed. I was just heading to the fountain to sit and have a snack. Would you care to join me?"