The Wisdom of an Aunt
The Feanorian household was rather empty.. or seemed to be so at least. Finrod suspected that his uncle and Curufin were away working in the forges, Celegorm probably was out, the twins as well from the looks of it. All he had seen there was Maitimo who had let him in before leaving, and Caranthir who barely glanced up from where he sat. When asked where Nerdanel was, Carnistir simply pointed behind him to the rest of the large house... rather vague.. but it would have to do and Findarato thanked him none the less.
These past several weeks he had tried his hand at carving and couldn’t quite get it right. He wanted to make a gift for someone carved from crystal, and while his aunt normally carved much larger things of different rocks, he hoped a rocked veined with crystals could be worked with. So far his attempts had resulting in the rock breaking.
“ Aunt Nerdanel?” Finrod called through the house, not sure where in the mansion she could be but was insistent on searching for her, hopefully she wasnt busy or he would come back later. “ Aunt Nerdanel are you here?” he called again around the corner, slowly making his way to her work shop during his search.
// @nerdanelthewise //
