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[second_time_around]

He can't stop thinking about that other silmaril…

Celegorm: *huddles against the cold, is out shopping for an after holiday present for Lio* Hmm...maybe some flavored coffee...
Fëanor: *taking a walk (or perhaps "stalk" is more appropriate) around the city; spots him, and approaches quietly*
Celegorm: *picks up a bag of coffee and sniffs* Not bad. Maybe a bit too much vanilla. *doesn't turn around* Father.
Fëanor: Turkafinwë.

( A nice reunion! )

Well, that didn't work out as I had hoped.

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[ecthelion_of_gondolin]

He's been making a stew - still kind of new to this cooking thing, so he hopes it comes out all right.


Celegorm: *opens the front door, stomps the snow off of his boots* Honey, I'm home.

Ecthelion: *comes out of the kitchen* Hey!

Celegorm: *pulls the coffee out of his pocket* I got you a little something. I hope it's not too vanilla-y. My browsing got cut short.

Ecthelion: *takes it with a smile* Oh thanks! *sniffs at it* It smells good. Why, what happened?

Celegorm: *sighs heavily* I saw Father...or, rather, he saw me and decided it would be a fine time for an argument.

( Well, that doesn't sound promising... )