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Fingolfin | Ñolofinwë Aracáno (nolofinwe) wrote in thefeanorians,

"You should be delighted to tell him so," he replied, though true to his nature he did not indeed flirt overmuch, but they had all earned some measure of a smile from the prince. He was not overly friendly with them on most days, or indeed today, but there was a level of joviality and interaction that came about when surrounded by so many. The energy they put off was of delightful whimsy, chattering and socialization. It was infectious.

And he could humor his sister, for he adored her so.

He stepped closer, holding the letters in one thin hand while he examined her and the gown. "I am not certain," he said airily, giving her a Look that was both chiding and childish at once. He was not young by any measure of the word, but the life of siblings was always a game of play.

"I think you can still breathe," he said, then looked at the elf maid responsible, his eyes glittering as they alighted upon her. He paused, brow quirked. "... can she still breathe?" he asked, then tore his eyes away and distracted himself by handing off the letters to his sister.