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Fingolfin | Ñolofinwë Aracáno (nolofinwe) wrote in thefeanorians,

"Anairë," he provided when Findis failed to produce the name herself. "She looks fine enough to me," he ventured after a moment of silence. "The point is for her to exist in the background anyway, is it not? You would be absolutely furious if she outshined you in your own home," he chided, giving her a look of clear annoyance, but it was softened by the affectionate smile that crossed his visage. For all his sister's imperious, impetuous nature he did love her so. She was ever at his side and a counselor in all things. Protective, adoring. All the things a sister should be to a younger brother.

"Do not speak of Fëanáro," whom Ñolofinwë sincerely doubted would even attend the wedding. He might send Nerdanel, or even his son Maitimo as representative, but he himself would avoid such a happy occasion as if it burned him to do otherwise. He shook his head then laughed at Findis.

"You worry yourself unnecessarily! I have no cloak that needs mending. I was merely being polite and giving her something to think about other than not pricking her fingers with the pins. You do not talk to her while she works, and I chose not to ignore her." Though now that he thought of it he might very well put a hole in his cloak and take it to her, if it would be excuse enough to get away and talk to her privately. It seemed a good idea, bu he could not say why if asked.