#fourthsonoffeanor

[thefatedfinwe]

Caranthir of Thargelion commission for @fourthsonoffeanor

[atariince]

(for my side blog @fourthsonoffeanor) “I feel like we should be complaining about something petty while I brush your hair.”

Soft & sassy starters 

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“Why, I did my hair only a couple of hours ago, and I am pretty content with the result… Would you really say it still needs to be brushed?

Of course not. Curufinwë knew his hair was always perfect, and he wouldn’t let anyone argue with that. But he also knew, or guess, that his brother’s offer was only an excuse, or at least, an opportunity to share with him whatever was bothering him.

Besides, Curufinwë could do with a bit of complaining.

“As long as you use my brushes…”, he conceded, “And do not mess with my hair-rings. It took me a couple of hours only to set them right.”

There was nothing much he could anyway, nothing much except giving into the urge to sigh lengthily. Which he did, loudly, as he sat down.

“So, what is in that brooding mind of yours, brother?”

[gxldenfinwe]

@fourthsonoffeanor​  said: "Uncle Arvo, can Soot and I stay with you? Please?" Moryo asked once the older elf answered the door, his eyes were red rimmed and his face was stained with traces of salt from crying. Soot meowed a greeting, winding around Arvo's legs.

“Moryo?” he ushered his nephew inside, calling for Eärwen to make them all some tea - the urgency in his voice would get the message across clearly enough. Taking Moryo’s hand, he led him to the couch, and made him sit.

“What’s happened?”

[dunnalad]

(@fourthsonoffeanor ) "Saeriel," Moryo called gently as he opened the door, his heart melting a bit at the sight of the elfling curled up in her bed. He crossed the room to sit on the edge of her bed and gently run his fingers through her hair to wake her up. "Rise and shine, vinimo." (Vinimo = little one)

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Saraiel had peeked a bit when she heard the door opening, one eye opening from where it was almost pressed in the pillow that was a big as she was. She closed it quickly though so Moryo could wake her. Little arms stretching to try and make herself longer before raising her arms to be picked up and carried, “It morning?” She asked still a bit sleepy.

[first-son-of-finwe]

(for my sideblog @fourthsonoffeanor) The light of the sun was too bright and it hurt his head, leaving him feeling disoriented and nauseous. Today was going to be a Bad Day, he knew it. He wrapped his arms around his father's waist and buried his face in his hair, seeking shelter from the bright light. "Head hurts," he mumbled into Fëanáro's soft hair. He was too old be doing this but his Atya felt safe and he wanted comfort. (Have an autistic son experiencing sensory overload)

Fëanor took a deep breath and stroked his son’s hair softly, letting him hide his face. He knew a little of what he was going through, and he had occasionally shown him some of things Finwë had given him as a child to help keep his mind peaceful.

“Let’s go to your room, hm?” he murmured. “It’ll be nice and quiet there, and we can make it darker and play Kano’s metronome.”

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[thefatedfinwe]

@fourthsonoffeanor continued from here

Pitya laughed a bit at how cuddly Moryo was, and laid down beside him letting Moryo lay on him. It didn’t take long and the second redhead was there as well, cuddled up behind Moryo and resting his head of long hair on his brother’s back and shoulders.

[thefatedfinwe]

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Moryo looked like he had seen a ghost as he wanders through the house, his foot steps soft and achingly slow. When he finds the Ambarussa he just stares for a moment, still in shock. It was all because of that pollen that this happened, if he found out who sent him that trapped letter he would cut off their head! "Ambarussa," he spoke up, his voice small and wavering.

The twins were in the kitchen, talking as they cut up apple slices for some treat the were planning to make. Well Pitya was cutting the apples and Telvo was sprinkling them with cinnamon and sugar. The both paused at their name though and looked up. Telvo immediately seeing the stress and going to Moryo’s side, dusting his hands at his side. Pitya moved to pull up a chair for them to let their brother sit in.

[gxldenfinwe]

(@fourthsonoffeanor ) "Uncle Arvo, can you tell everyone to stop messing with Findarato's head from constantly questioning and invalidating his choices in what he does with his life?" Moryo asked, trembling in barely contained fury. "Before I shove my foot up their arses?"

"Moryo." Arvo sighed. "I... I cannot control their opinions. I cannot control what you and Findaráto do, either, even if I do not agree with it."

He looked awkwardly away.

"I am sure they will calm down."