Nov 3, 2017
"it wasn't me, i swear!" ( from a smol grandson? c: )
“Oh?” Fëanor looked down at Curvo’s broken hammer, brows raised as he eyed his young grandson’s attempts at an innocent face. Despite his stern tone, a smile tugged his lips as he contemplated Curvo’s face of huffed displeasure, which they were very likely to have joy of witnessing soon if he found out about this.
“Who was it then, the ocean goblin? Or your great grandma Miriel, perhaps, returned from the dead?”
