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Fingolfin | Ñolofinwë Aracáno (nolofinwe) wrote in thefeanorians,

There was someone waiting to admit the seamstress, for surely none of the royal line would do it themselves.

They were entirely too preoccupied with their own doings to personally see to every soul that passed through their halls for purposes that didn't extend to state or politics. Though Ñolofinwë had personally been briefly concerned that the arrival was another messenger bearing news of another son born to his brother and his wife. When had the last one come? They'd be due for another soon, if their penchant for producing one every ten years held strong.

He looked at the missives his father delegated into his hands - for all of Fëanáro's complaints he avoided doing anything concerning the state of their people, their family, or its wellbeing, and it therefore fell into Ñolofinwë's lap. He didn't mind, of course, as his father had prepped him well for such rule and he managed well enough unsupervised. He need not concern his Lord Father with the minute details of the every day, not when the Lord had so much more to be going on with.

But anyway, the missives dealt mostly with Findis' wedding preparations. The whole affair was overblown and outrageous, but Ñolofinwë said nothing as he took it upon himself to personally deliver the messages to his sister's hands. She was surrounded by a wave of elf-maids, most of them notoriously giggling away at some unheard joke that passed between them. Findis herself was swallowed up by a gown of great beauty, but probably also of great weight so done up was it. He paused near the doorway and gave a subtle bow to his sister in respect and stepped into the room, his eyes sweeping over their faces one by one.

"Greetings, sister," he said, his voice like music, "I've letters from your.. suitor," he teased, earning the ire and general amusement from the ladies in waiting.