Curufinwe squinted at the plans scattered across the worktable. He'd planned to help make whatever it was that his father was working on but there was a small problem. The plans should make more sense than they did. At last he realized the problem and shot his father a look. "Atar, have you been work on creating new words?"
“Mm?” Fëanor’s focus was only partly pulled away, though long enough to recognise that his notes would be unintelligible to anyone else. Not even Curufinwë knew this new code yet.
“Yes, partly,” he replied, pulling up a new sheet of paper and starting to write down a mix of symbols and letters, along with their translations.
“Exclusively for this project. My usual codes could be deciphered too easily. You’ll need to burn this once you’ve memorised it.”
