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Anairë | The Silmarillion (anaire) wrote in thefeanorians,

"Well, you should certainly be more careful next time, my lord," she chided playfully. "But aye, I am certain that I can make another, although not one immune to mysterious holes." She looked at him with such a twinkle of teasing delight that she nearly glowed with it.

"Ah, but only your lady sister may answer that, my lord. For you see, I believe strongly that the work is not done until she says it is. She is the one who must wear it when the day comes, and although I believe her to look lovely beyond measure, she must think so herself. It is, after all, a very important day, and I should not have it ruined for her for anything in all of Arda."

She smiled up at Findis briefly, and for a moment, the princess seemed rather pleased with her words - even if they had been directed towards her brother.

"Nay, nay," Findis said. "You must stay. You are a man, of sorts, and must tell me how it looks from your perspective, brother. Men are strange creatures and I cannot always know their minds."

Anairë stood at last, fiddling a bit with the fabric around her waist and around the neckline. There was little left to do, in her opinion, but until Lady Findis was content, she would not be either.