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Fingolfin | Ñolofinwë Aracáno (nolofinwe) wrote in thefeanorians,

"Eru be praised!" he said aloud once his sister have given her consent to let this be the final design. She was stacking up quite the bill for her ceremony and it felt as if the entire city of Tirion was celebrating the event on their dime. But what did it matter? It made Findis happy, and she was the daughter of the King. All of Tirion was invited. Or so it would seem. Ñolofinwë looked between Anairë and his sister, matching the imperious might of the King's daughter to the sheepish but steady spirit of the seamstress. How unlikely a pair, and likely why his sister had no use for her beyond her craft.

"Thank you, Lady Anairë," Ñolofinwë said, giving her a gracious look of appreciation. "You shall be rewarded for your services, and richly so." He stood back several paces, turning toward the door.

"You must now strip her out of it before she wears it about the house. Someone will escort you when you finish here." For, indeed, Anairë was a servant in the house of the King, and for the moment no matter how endearing Ñolofinwë found her he felt no inclination to invite her above her current station to stay. Though she had certainly caught his attention.