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Fingolfin | Ñolofinwë Aracáno (nolofinwe) wrote in thefeanorians,

"But she shall only wear it once, no doubt, and that is the greatest tragedy of all," he said, rising to his own feet to walk around his sister and the seamstress, examining her. "Findis, you drive the lady every week with new demands, when shall you ever be satisfied?" he implored. Then he moved several steps back and regarded her plainly for a long moment, eyes sweeping over the dress to take in the thousand tiny details, the shape of it and the colors. It was a beautiful work, and it showed a certain dedication, passion and care in each of the details that spoke to the mind, the eyes and the heart all at once.

Ñolofinwë smiled and braced his hands together in delight, "The dress is gorgeous as it is, Findis," he said, "but you.. you truly make the heart of it. It isn't wearing you, after all, but you.. you wear it and it is beautiful. None shall outshine you on your wedding day, or ever after. And so I plead with you! Be done with the changes and the demands, the lady Anairë has given all that you ask for, and must turn her attention to the other dresses, less you have but one gown and the ladies have none to match it."

He folded his arms across his chest, tilting his head imperiously while his eyes danced around the women present who looked at or otherwise ignored him at their own desire. He was the only male presence in the room and for a moment he felt awkward and his ears tipped to show it.