Neti sat silently beside his mother, fingers moving deftly to his belt which held many pockets and bags full of ore, minerals and half formed small projects before he plucked from three of them small gifts for his mother, "I know the day the elves call Amilaurë is not for another week, but I find myself anxious to share this in a small moment we have while my siblings are resting... would you mind?"
"Neti." Mairon was enjoying a moment to himself, but he was always happy to spend time with his quietest son. He shuffled aside so Neti could snuggle with him on the couch.
"I always have time for you, my son." he smiled, "Let me see - you made these?"
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“Neti…” Mairon was transfixed by the sight, watching the figures with rapt attention, his eyes filling with tears. He would not cry in front of Neti, but it sparked such a deep, warm feeling in him, seeing his children and his husband, hearing the familiar tune - it was almost bittersweet. Those days were gone.
“I love it. Thank you.”
He looked at his mother once more, reading his expression before smiling and handing over the last, a hand made and bound leather book. When opened there were detailed anatomical drawings of skeletal and muscular structures of different races and animals and more, all done like the studies of a doctor or engineer, after the studies were some works that Neti made of use of the same concepts to invent different machines for different processes like flying or digging and more. And the last third of the book was left blank for any sketches or ideas that Mairon would wish to add.
