Halanóm Dúarn Morifinwion

Son of Haleth the Hunter and Morifinwë Carnistir the Dark {However far I escape} {I can't have a clean escape} {How far does my past chase after me?} {I wonder if my past will catch up with} {And pass me before long}

[fourthsonoffeanor]

(tirnole) "Atar can we get some new books in the library? I have read them all at least four times."

"Of course we can," Moryo replied, his usual scowl vanishing and was replaced with a soft smile that he directed at his youngest son. "Is there anything in particular you would like, darling?"

He returned the quil to its ink pot and he rose from his chair, and walked around the heavy oak desk to tuck some stray hair behind his son's ear.

[tirnole]

Hal beamed and nodded, "I will, Atya, there is so much to see and know and learn, I cannot wait to see all the things that Valinor has to offer. I want to try and pick up a craft too. Perhaps I might even be able to sell them at the markets with your help?"

[fourthsonoffeanor]

(tirnole) "Atar can we get some new books in the library? I have read them all at least four times."

"Of course we can," Moryo replied, his usual scowl vanishing and was replaced with a soft smile that he directed at his youngest son. "Is there anything in particular you would like, darling?"

He returned the quil to its ink pot and he rose from his chair, and walked around the heavy oak desk to tuck some stray hair behind his son's ear.

[tirnole]

fourthsonoffeanor​:

“No, it is the same for us too,” Moryo replied and tugged his precious boy into a hug. “I still feel the ache of my old wounds too, Mandos’ can’t erase everything darling. Some hurts are fëar deep.”

He rubbed his boy’s back and pressed soft kisses to the top of his head. “Dior’s wound still pains me, and you’re aware of how much my mind suffers.”

It was part of the reason he was working indoors today, he hadn’t the strength to leave the house today. “It is because eldar were never meant to die or be slain.”

Hal looked at his father and then hugged him close, “I am sorry, I wish i could ease your burdens,” He was sure that his own death long ago had not helped Moryo at all, it must have been hard to lose his son when he was so young, “We don’t need to think of such things anymore, do we? Not of Ulfang or Dior,” Though he supposed there was a chance of running across the Sindarin King at some point.

“What were you writing?” He suddenly asked, looking down at the parchment his father had been working on.

[fourthsonoffeanor]

"It's not a son's duty to ease his father's burdens, if you wish to help then just make me a cup of tea every now and then," Moryo scolded his son gently, not wanting to have his son feel obliged to support him out of guilt.

"I'm making a record of this month's finances," Moryo explained to his son, and grasped a parchment for him to see. "This is this month's spend on our food."

[tirnole]

Hal looked at the paper though it made little sense to him. He mpved to sit next to his father trying to understand it for a moment before giving up. He would leave that to his father and uncle, "Is it a lot?" He asked finally thinking of how many times his brother threw 'personal' parties. He wondered if that was a burden on his father, "Are fun's getting tight?" He did not want to see his Father worry.

[fourthsonoffeanor]

"Aye but nothing that can't be handled," Moryo replied and moved his arm to open up to invite his youngest son for a cuddle. "Although I will be talking to your brother about those parties he has, and perhaps tighten his allowance until he learns some moderation."

He pressed another kiss to Hal's forehead, and fiddled with the peredhl's hair to neaten it.

"Don't worry about money, love. We're members of the royal family, we get more than enough. Being efficient with our money is just good practice."

[tirnole]

Hal smiled and nodded, leaning into his father and letting his eyes close in contentment. He gave a little laugh thinking about teaching his brother moderation, "For a long time he was sure he was going to choose the fate of men," he told Moryo and opened his eyes, "He did not tell you because he worried it would upset you. And though he changed his mind and sailed to Valinor, I think he still has the mindset that everyday is his last," he hoped that Leof would grow out of it.

"I try to let him get past it," Leof was in so many battles for so long he deserved to have some fun but, "I worry it borders on self destructive."

[fourthsonoffeanor]

(tirnole) "Atar can we get some new books in the library? I have read them all at least four times."

"Of course we can," Moryo replied, his usual scowl vanishing and was replaced with a soft smile that he directed at his youngest son. "Is there anything in particular you would like, darling?"

He returned the quil to its ink pot and he rose from his chair, and walked around the heavy oak desk to tuck some stray hair behind his son's ear.

[tirnole]

fourthsonoffeanor​:

“No, it is the same for us too,” Moryo replied and tugged his precious boy into a hug. “I still feel the ache of my old wounds too, Mandos’ can’t erase everything darling. Some hurts are fëar deep.”

He rubbed his boy’s back and pressed soft kisses to the top of his head. “Dior’s wound still pains me, and you’re aware of how much my mind suffers.”

It was part of the reason he was working indoors today, he hadn’t the strength to leave the house today. “It is because eldar were never meant to die or be slain.”

Hal looked at his father and then hugged him close, “I am sorry, I wish i could ease your burdens,” He was sure that his own death long ago had not helped Moryo at all, it must have been hard to lose his son when he was so young, “We don’t need to think of such things anymore, do we? Not of Ulfang or Dior,” Though he supposed there was a chance of running across the Sindarin King at some point.

“What were you writing?” He suddenly asked, looking down at the parchment his father had been working on.

[fourthsonoffeanor]

"It's not a son's duty to ease his father's burdens, if you wish to help then just make me a cup of tea every now and then," Moryo scolded his son gently, not wanting to have his son feel obliged to support him out of guilt.

"I'm making a record of this month's finances," Moryo explained to his son, and grasped a parchment for him to see. "This is this month's spend on our food."

[tirnole]

Hal looked at the paper though it made little sense to him. He mpved to sit next to his father trying to understand it for a moment before giving up. He would leave that to his father and uncle, "Is it a lot?" He asked finally thinking of how many times his brother threw 'personal' parties. He wondered if that was a burden on his father, "Are fun's getting tight?" He did not want to see his Father worry.

[fourthsonoffeanor]

(tirnole) "Atar can we get some new books in the library? I have read them all at least four times."

"Of course we can," Moryo replied, his usual scowl vanishing and was replaced with a soft smile that he directed at his youngest son. "Is there anything in particular you would like, darling?"

He returned the quil to its ink pot and he rose from his chair, and walked around the heavy oak desk to tuck some stray hair behind his son's ear.

[tirnole]

fourthsonoffeanor​:

“No, it is the same for us too,” Moryo replied and tugged his precious boy into a hug. “I still feel the ache of my old wounds too, Mandos’ can’t erase everything darling. Some hurts are fëar deep.”

He rubbed his boy’s back and pressed soft kisses to the top of his head. “Dior’s wound still pains me, and you’re aware of how much my mind suffers.”

It was part of the reason he was working indoors today, he hadn’t the strength to leave the house today. “It is because eldar were never meant to die or be slain.”

Hal looked at his father and then hugged him close, “I am sorry, I wish i could ease your burdens,” He was sure that his own death long ago had not helped Moryo at all, it must have been hard to lose his son when he was so young, “We don’t need to think of such things anymore, do we? Not of Ulfang or Dior,” Though he supposed there was a chance of running across the Sindarin King at some point.

“What were you writing?” He suddenly asked, looking down at the parchment his father had been working on.

[fourthsonoffeanor]

(tirnole) "Atar can we get some new books in the library? I have read them all at least four times."

"Of course we can," Moryo replied, his usual scowl vanishing and was replaced with a soft smile that he directed at his youngest son. "Is there anything in particular you would like, darling?"

He returned the quil to its ink pot and he rose from his chair, and walked around the heavy oak desk to tuck some stray hair behind his son's ear.

[tirnole]

fourthsonoffeanor​:

“I’ll see what I can find,” Moryo replied, not wanting to promise to get the books only to disappoint if he couldn’t. He would also need to make a list of what they had so he wouldn’t buy a second copy of what they had already.

“How are you settling in?” Moryo inquired and pressed a kiss to his son’s forehead. He hoped his sweet boy was coping with adjusting to life in valinor.

“It is nice here though,” He moved his shoulder a bit and then looked at his father again, “I swear I can still feel some of the pain from Ulfang’s blade,” He remembered well the betrayal, his one time in combat and he was slaughtered by those who were meant to aid. He wished he could have done more for his father like his elder brother.

“Perhaps it is harder to heal the hroar of Peredhels, or I simply linger on the memory too much to forget the feeling,” He sighed, “Apologies, I should not linger on such, I do like it here with you, Atar.”

[fourthsonoffeanor]

(tirnole) "Atar can we get some new books in the library? I have read them all at least four times."

"Of course we can," Moryo replied, his usual scowl vanishing and was replaced with a soft smile that he directed at his youngest son. "Is there anything in particular you would like, darling?"

He returned the quil to its ink pot and he rose from his chair, and walked around the heavy oak desk to tuck some stray hair behind his son's ear.

[tirnole]

He was a bit surprised having not planned ahead what type of books would suit his fancy the most. Hal tapped his chin a few time before looking at his father and smiling, “Perhaps something on geology? I have always enjoyed those, if that is alright.”

[tirnole]

fourthsonoffeanor​:

“An ambitious project,” Moryo mused, carding his fingers through his son’s hair. He knew his father, Feanáro, would be proud of Hal just like he is. “And it would be a very useful creation, linguists around Arda will praise your work, darling.”

“I think once this is done I can work on translating more local dialects and perhaps putting together a source of the roots of words and,” he paused and ruffled his hair in the same way his brother tended to do, “Sorry, I get a little excited. Language is so important, Atar, it is what separates us from beasts,” he stood and gave a stretch, “Would you like to go for a walk?”

[tirnole]

He hums contently as he works on binding a book himself.

[fourthsonoffeanor]

Moryo observed from behind his son, a gentle smile spreading across his lips. His sons were his greatest treasures, and he would do anything to protect them.

He stepped into his son’s space, placing a hand on his shoulder. “What are you working on, vinimo?”

[tirnole]

Hal paused in the midst of threading a needle through the pages he had gathered and looked up at his father with a smile, “I wrote a translation guide, Atar, I thought it would help to unify the people better if there was a means to translate between Quenya, Sindarin, Mannish and Khuzdul. I am hoping it will be of use.”

[tirnole]

[tirnole]

Meanwhile, Hal’s love interest is the old tomes in Atar’s library.

[tirnole]

*Pulls the little brother into a tight hug!* Where have you been hiding?!

“Under a few piles of books,” he laughed softly.

[halfblessedhalfcursed]

“Ah yes, the last place I would look.” She smiled and smoothed his hair fondly.  “What is your latest project then?”

[tirnole]

“Children’s stories,” He said softly, the innocent of the world needed some joy with all the war around him, “I am sorry I made you worry.”

[halfblessedhalfcursed]

“Don’t be sorry, never be sorry for doing something good for others, Hal…”  Ketiley would always worry anyway, because he was too good for this world, too kind and tender.

“Would you read me one? when it’s finished?”

[tirnole]

A smile came to his lips and he nodded with a grin, “Of course, Ket, I would love to have you be my audience. What have you been up to?”

[theelvenscholar]

tirnole

Hal grinned a bit shyly and held out the journal he was holding, “I tried to write a book, I thought perhaps when you have the time and desire you might read it and let me know what you think?”

Erestor’s eyes widened before a smile spread over his lips.

“Halanóm! You wrote a book? That’s incredible!” he praised, more than eager to encourage the young peredhel’s academic side. “Is it fiction or non fiction? I would love to read it!”

[tirnole]

“Fiction, just some tales I thought of to entertain people,” He liked to write short stories they came easily and seemed to bring joy when he told them to his mother’s people.

[tirnole]

*Pulls the little brother into a tight hug!* Where have you been hiding?!

“Under a few piles of books,” he laughed softly.

[halfblessedhalfcursed]

“Ah yes, the last place I would look.” She smiled and smoothed his hair fondly.  “What is your latest project then?”

[tirnole]

“Children’s stories,” He said softly, the innocent of the world needed some joy with all the war around him, “I am sorry I made you worry.”

[tirnole]

@theelvenscholar

Hal considered for a few moments before stepping inside the room with a journal clutched tight to his chest and a small smile on his face, “I suppose I can mark stealth off of my skill set.”

[theelvenscholar]

Erestor let out a small laugh at Halanóm’s sense of humour, such a shy little thing he was. “Practice makes perfect. See if you can startle me,” he uttered to him, showing a far gentler, even slightly playful side - one he wouldn’t dare show in a professional situation.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked before leaning down to give his brother a little kiss on the forehead.

[tirnole]

Hal grinned a bit shyly and held out the journal he was holding, “I tried to write a book, I thought perhaps when you have the time and desire you might read it and let me know what you think?”

[tirnole]

*Pulls the little brother into a tight hug!* Where have you been hiding?!

“Under a few piles of books,” he laughed softly.

[tirnole]

@theelvenscholar

Hal considered for a few moments before stepping inside the room with a journal clutched tight to his chest and a small smile on his face, “I suppose I can mark stealth off of my skill set.”

[tirnole]

He hums contently as he works on binding a book himself.