Nov 13, 2017
swanboat + something undiscovered for the ficlet thing <3
They’d spent the afternoon bickering, with enthusiasm and a great deal of linguistic precision, whether the mysterious new landform Arafinwë had sailed them out to was a true island or simply a very ambitious sandbar; regardless of its geographical classification, it had provided a fine place for a private picnic.
“Oh,” said Arafinwë suddenly, with such a convincing note of surprise that even Fëanáro, who knew better, half believed it, “the Mingling already?“ And then with a deceptively serene smile, the kind Fëanároknew was likely to get them both into trouble of a certain sort— “I suppose we’ll just have to pass the night here, then.”