#valiantelliro

[admirableringmaker]

Findekáno was drug bodily through the deepest parts of Angband before being tossed to the floor before Mairon. He could hear the orc’s course speech as it told its lord, “They think him dead master. We left only bits of fabric amongst the blood of the battlefield. And on if his fancy ribbons with some dark hair. Just as you instructed.”

@valiantelliro (have a captive Finno that everyone thinks got unalived by a Balrog)

"At last..."

Sauron was armoured and the metal clinked as he rose from his chair, smelling of blood and ash and magic. Many elves had been burnt to nothing under his sorceries. But this one... this one he wanted alive. He wanted revenge. He leered down at him.

"Brave Findekáno. Still feeling like playing hero?"

[thegreatstrongbow]

@valiantelliro

The feast thronged around them. By all accounts it was a resounding success, building bounds between the houses of the Noldor and Mablung felt honoured to be representing the Iathrim.

He stepped away from the dancing to cool down with a glass of a clear, sweet alcohol. Some kind of Noldorin brew.

He smiled at the lord beside him. By his resemblance, on of the king's house, but Mablung did not know his name. He was happy to test his Quenya, however.

"Enjoying your evening?'

[wellformed]

He knew very well that Cor had announced him ahead of his arrival into the grand chamber. Thus he felt no shame in simply throwing open the door and striding directly toward Nelyo. "I hear I have a new nephew and that he somehow has landed himself here within Himring. Why was word not sent to us that Irisse's son was here? Is the child well?"

@valiantelliro

Nelyo looked up at Findekano for a moment before smiling at his dearest friend, "Ah, it has been too long Finno, I have missed you too," He teased as if to mock the lack of manners and decorum that was shown. Though the two of them often seemed to forget they were princes of the Noldor when together and acted more like young lads fresh from their last years of schooling.

"As for your nephew... it is complicated," he said and gestured to a seat, "But first off he is very well, though shy, he is still adjusting to people and ellon make him considerably more nervous than elleth due to Irisse's... partner's terrible handling of him from birth." He paused then sighed, "Do you recall the last summer all our families were together at once? Tyelca and Irisse convinced Orome to let all the grandchildren of Haru camp in his forest for a week. I think Artanis and Galadriel were just of age, and Ambarussa and Arakano were nearing twenty five? We all sat and played games and made promises?" @valiantelliro

[admirableringmaker]

“Are you still mad at me for stealing Nelyo away?” Fingon tried not to smirk, but the idea of being the reason Mairon was annoyed was just too good. “To be fair, your sons needed him more than you did. And you wouldn’t have wanted Alaric and Ilvana coming to get their Atar, would you?”

@valiantelliro

His lip curled in a scowl. Even the sound of Fingon's voice made him angry.

Of course he was still mad.

"Why wouldn't I want to see my sons? I would show them how welcome they would be here."

His scowl deepened. "You stole that from them, too."

[thegreatstrongbow]

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@valiantelliro

Send  📝  for a handwritten note from my muse to yours.

High King Fingon of the Noldor,

I wish to extend my sympathies upon hearing of your father's death. I met him, once, a long time ago. He was a brave and noble man, and you will be a credit to his legacy.

I hope that your reign will usher in a new era of hope for this war and for your people. Know that if it comes to open war with our enemy, you shall have my spear.

Signed,

Mablung of Doriath.

[thegreatstrongbow]

"Mablung be honest..." Fingon said quietly as he looked to his friend. "Do you care for me? Do you... Think about me as more than a friend?"

@valiantelliro

"Prince Fingon, I..."

Mablung appreciated his directness, though the question threw him off balance with its suddenness. He considered Fingon a dear friend, from their continued correspondence.

"I have wondered, sometimes, what we might be."

[askrossiel]

“Hey,” he called in his quiet but firm voice, coming to stand at their side, “do you want to talk?”

@valiantelliro

She nodded, suppressing a sniffle. "If you've the time to spend listening to a miserable young would-be bard."