#starshadeemily

[curufiin]

I wish to give Curufin a bag of hot chips. I want to see him eat hot chip and lie.

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“I don’t even like these,” he says through a mouthful of hot chip, his hand half way down the bag.

[curufiin]

“Boys you have to go home! It’s Aredhel’s bedtime. Do your father and mother not assign you a curfew?” -Aunt Anairë (from starshadeemily)

“What? Why? Telperion’s hardly started blooming!” Tyelkormo huffs, crosses his arms, and tries to give Anairë the cutest pouting face he can despite being older now. Not old enough to not be shooed out of his cousin’s house, it seems. “And I could- stay the night. I’m sure Ata wouldn’t mind.”

“He would mind,” Curufin mumbles, “he always minds. I want to go home. You always ignore me when you’re with Írissë.”

“Go home yourself, then.”