#descendantsoffinwe

[lumecalar]

"Aré, stoppp. That's gross," Argon whined, peaking from behind his hands as his sister prodded what he had only let himself glimpse to be a mound of darkish fur. //descendantsoffinwe

Aredhel jabbed a stick into the beast’s side. It was a wild goat, she was pretty sure of it. Separated from its flock, it had likely succumbed to a predator. It was very bloated, though, and stiff. The pelt would be no good. But it was disgusting, and that fascinated her just a bit. “It is,” Aré agreed, poking it again and peering at it. “I wonder where the rest of the goats are. Maybe tomorrow I should go looking for them!”

[thegreatstrongbow]

“I’ve got you” a goldenboy of your choosing!

Clean up @descendantsoffinwe

"... You don't have to help."

Beleg winced even as he said it. His chest ached - he was sure he had a bruised rib - and his wounds made it hard to have a full range of motion in his right arm. Even so, he sat there with a bucket and washcloth, attempting to clean himself up. As another reach made him clench his teeth in pain, he dropped the cloth into the cold water.

"... actually, I would really appreciate it, Angrod."

[curufiin]

Dear Aegnor chews absently on Curufin's arm, thinking fondly of a succulent ham.

Curufin smacks Aegnor! Smacks him with his claws! Away with ye! No chewing on his arm, he needs to use it!

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[gxldenfinwe]

"Atta, they cut me off!!" Aegnor stood there, deck head to toe in Cats merch, arms full. "They said they wouldn't sell me any more, but I neeeeed more."

He smiled. Of course he smiled. Aegnor was so... passionate. It was only right to support his son's interests. But Valar, why did it have to be... that.

"Have you tried a different store?"

[sidmarillion]

🍸 "Have another uncle," Aegnor tehed, topping off Volwe's drink. "You were going to tell me about what you did that had grandpapa steamed. I can't imagine such a thing."

volwë is wasting away again in margaritavilla

"You need to be more specific," Volwë grinned, already sipping the drink almost before Aegnor stopped pouring. "There were dozens of incidents, with both your grandfathers. Finwë always went easy on me, but Father...not so much."

He pursed his lips, considering. He would have deflected all but the mildest stories if he wasn't drunk, but, well... "On one end of the scale, there were all the crabs and fish I brought inside as a child; somewhere in the middle of the scale, inventing new knots and finding out the reason they don't let adolescents invent new knots is because they're shit and my swan boat drifted off in the middle of the night; on the far end of the scale, there was the prank kiss Irimë and I staged at your parents' wedding. What kind of thing did you mean?"

[thefatedfinwe]

"Telvo I need you to do me a favor and don't ask questions," Angrod said, looking around for someone possibly overhearing them.

Telvo blinked a few times before setting down the duck she was holding and focusing on her cousins, "What is it, Anga?"

[feanors-daughter]

"I'd give you away for free." 😒 -Angrod

"I would pay to get rid of you."

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[askandreth]

Angrod sat down with a heavy sigh. How did Bregor always convince him to go out drinking? It was loud and the people could be obnoxious. The drink wasn't even that good. And yet he always went. Only in private did he slouch the way he did in the tavern that night, staring miserably into his tankard.

"What's with the long face?" Bregor took a swig of his beer and placed the jug back on the counter with a loud clank. This was one of the few nights off he got, and had been making the rounds around the tavern for the past half hour, greeting acquaintances and catching up with friends. After talking to virtually everyone, he took a seat beside the sullen Elf-lord.

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