In which I fight. With a cat. Sigh.

[second_time_around]

Now that he has confirmed there is a second silmaril, and found out about Maglor and Turgon's romance, Fëanor has finished his underground lair (new workshop, a safe room for all his valuables, locked and guarded with multiple devices and magics, and an additional room with a bed and stockpiled food, in case he needs to stay there for any length of time).

With that done, he gets to work securing the outside of his house, locking windows, closing shutters, and changing the locks on his doors. And then he spies the cat.

Fëanor: I am getting dogs.

Fëanor: Giant dogs

Fëanor: To keep you away.

Dagnir: >: O

Fëanor: Suck it, you monster.



Dagnir: mrooowl!

Fëanor: I was going to take the camera off you. Not now.

Dagnir: *kicks at the collar*

Fëanor: Also, I will tell Theo you can talk. And you were the one that sent the letter.

Dagnir: O.O

Fëanor: Yes.

Dagnir: evil!

Fëanor: Who started this shit? Not me.

Dagnir: mrrrrrrrr

Fëanor: I thought you were Theo's pet, but no! You had an agenda against me.

Dagnir: you no good for my human

Fëanor: That's what you decided. Not him

Dagnir: He decide soon

Fëanor: And whatever he decides, I'll be fine with. But I'll still tell him how you worked to sabotage him.

Dagnir: *angry fluff*

Fëanor: You stay away from me, cat.

Dagnir: I go where boss say

Fëanor: Stay. Away.

Dagnir: boss say I watch angry elf, I watch angry elf

Fëanor: Which boss?

Dagnir: elf boss

Fëanor: Who is that?

Dagnir: He lead guard

Fëanor: Ecthelion? *scoffs* Of course.

Dagnir: he pay with fish *sounds satisfied*

Fëanor: How wonderful for you.

Dagnir: *pretty sure he wins*

Fëanor: *not so sure about that*

He chases the cat off, and goes back to his work, determined to be safe.