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gondolindrim2013-01-18 09:04 pm
caranthir) wrote in gondolindrim2013-01-18 09:04 pm
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I went to visit my father...
I wanted to speak with him about mining and the guard-spy who will come with us but...
Fëanor: *putting the finishing touches on his latest sword*
Caranthir: *knocks at the door* Father?
Fëanor: Come in!
Caranthir: Hello, Father! *looks around, so many swords...* How are you?
Fëanor: *smiles at him; always makes him happy to see him so young* Moryo! I'm well. How are you?
Caranthir: I'm well. I was going to come sooner but I was busy with work. Kano told me that you wanted jewels for your work.
Fëanor: How is your work going? Sit down... *gestures to a chair at his work table* And yes, I do need some jewels.
Caranthir: *smiles* It's going well. I like books, but I like mining much more. Are you making a jewel for someone in particular?
Fëanor: *shakes his head* I want to make a variety of jewels....I might have use of them. *shows him some of the gemstones he has already* These are good, but I need more. *gestures to the swords and knives he's worked on* See, I have been putting jewels in the hilt.
Caranthir: *admires his father's work* You are so good at this, Father! I wish I was as good, but I can bring you the jewels. Turukáno has given us permission to mine... though we cannot go alone. *frowns*
Fëanor: *pleased* You ARE very good at mining. I'm glad you'll be going with Kanafinwë... and I suppose the permission itself is most important.
Caranthir: *beams at the praise* Thank you, Father. I think Kanafinwë will come at least the first time. You know he hates mining. I understand about a permission, but we could go alone. Turukano's Human guards are tiny! *hates one, dislikes the other* And the Elves... I am sure Káno is better with a sword.
Fëanor: Well, luckily all his guards are not human... *trails off, thinking for a moment of Theoden* ...funny little creatures. But yes, I am sure Káno is better. Still. We do not want to ruffle Turukáno's feathers.
Caranthir: *shoots a suspicious look at his father* Káno more or less implied the same... I don't like Turukáno. *shrugs*
Fëanor: *nods* Well, I understand that. But... *thinking, thinking* we don't need trouble here now, Moryo.
Caranthir: *hurt*
Fëanor: *realizes that; smiles and touches his shoulder gently* I'm not upset with you, Moryo. I just want things to be going smoothly. I understand you don't like Turukáno.
Caranthir: *doesn't like to be reprimanded because of Turukano, or the Humans* Are you angry with Mother because she didn't come with you?
Fëanor: *sighs* I was very angry at the time. But now... I just wish we hadn't parted in such anger.
Caranthir: *looks down, still upset* I see... I haven't done anything to Turukano. He brought guards to seize me. He believes whatever his Humans say. And he said you are... *stops himself*
Fëanor: He said I was ... what?
Caranthir: Not you... *cannot remember if he should tell that to Fëanaro or not* He said I was innocent, and so was Maitimo and the rest...
Fëanor: *oh, understands* And the rest... no, Moryo, I am not so innocent. I know that.
Caranthir: I know... I just... Why do you like Turukano all of a sudden? Or his guards?
Fëanor: Ah... well. *thinks how to explain* I don't dislike him. And my actions caused him great pain and sorrow - the loss of his wife. I don't regret seeking Morgoth and trying to reclaim my silmarils. I do... wish I had done some things differently. *shrugs* I suppose that was what my time in the Halls of Mandos was about. I've had lots of time for reflection and regret.
Caranthir: *hasn't been thinking that his father also died* I am sorry, Father. I won't be making any trouble for you.
Fëanor: *smiles at him* I know you won't. I trust you.
Caranthir: *nods, wants to leave* I should be going, Father.
Fëanor: *hopes he hasn't made him unhappy* Alright. Enjoy your sword. And thank you again for doing the mining work.
Caranthir: *takes the sword* Thank you, Father. I will mine and send the jewels with Káno.
Fëanor: Or bring them yourself! You're always welcome here.
Caranthir: *nods and leaves*
If I am the troublesome son, I'll stay inside the city. I hope Káno still wants to mine for him.
Fëanor: *putting the finishing touches on his latest sword*
Caranthir: *knocks at the door* Father?
Fëanor: Come in!
Caranthir: Hello, Father! *looks around, so many swords...* How are you?
Fëanor: *smiles at him; always makes him happy to see him so young* Moryo! I'm well. How are you?
Caranthir: I'm well. I was going to come sooner but I was busy with work. Kano told me that you wanted jewels for your work.
Fëanor: How is your work going? Sit down... *gestures to a chair at his work table* And yes, I do need some jewels.
Caranthir: *smiles* It's going well. I like books, but I like mining much more. Are you making a jewel for someone in particular?
Fëanor: *shakes his head* I want to make a variety of jewels....I might have use of them. *shows him some of the gemstones he has already* These are good, but I need more. *gestures to the swords and knives he's worked on* See, I have been putting jewels in the hilt.
Caranthir: *admires his father's work* You are so good at this, Father! I wish I was as good, but I can bring you the jewels. Turukáno has given us permission to mine... though we cannot go alone. *frowns*
Fëanor: *pleased* You ARE very good at mining. I'm glad you'll be going with Kanafinwë... and I suppose the permission itself is most important.
Caranthir: *beams at the praise* Thank you, Father. I think Kanafinwë will come at least the first time. You know he hates mining. I understand about a permission, but we could go alone. Turukano's Human guards are tiny! *hates one, dislikes the other* And the Elves... I am sure Káno is better with a sword.
Fëanor: Well, luckily all his guards are not human... *trails off, thinking for a moment of Theoden* ...funny little creatures. But yes, I am sure Káno is better. Still. We do not want to ruffle Turukáno's feathers.
Caranthir: *shoots a suspicious look at his father* Káno more or less implied the same... I don't like Turukáno. *shrugs*
Fëanor: *nods* Well, I understand that. But... *thinking, thinking* we don't need trouble here now, Moryo.
Caranthir: *hurt*
Fëanor: *realizes that; smiles and touches his shoulder gently* I'm not upset with you, Moryo. I just want things to be going smoothly. I understand you don't like Turukáno.
Caranthir: *doesn't like to be reprimanded because of Turukano, or the Humans* Are you angry with Mother because she didn't come with you?
Fëanor: *sighs* I was very angry at the time. But now... I just wish we hadn't parted in such anger.
Caranthir: *looks down, still upset* I see... I haven't done anything to Turukano. He brought guards to seize me. He believes whatever his Humans say. And he said you are... *stops himself*
Fëanor: He said I was ... what?
Caranthir: Not you... *cannot remember if he should tell that to Fëanaro or not* He said I was innocent, and so was Maitimo and the rest...
Fëanor: *oh, understands* And the rest... no, Moryo, I am not so innocent. I know that.
Caranthir: I know... I just... Why do you like Turukano all of a sudden? Or his guards?
Fëanor: Ah... well. *thinks how to explain* I don't dislike him. And my actions caused him great pain and sorrow - the loss of his wife. I don't regret seeking Morgoth and trying to reclaim my silmarils. I do... wish I had done some things differently. *shrugs* I suppose that was what my time in the Halls of Mandos was about. I've had lots of time for reflection and regret.
Caranthir: *hasn't been thinking that his father also died* I am sorry, Father. I won't be making any trouble for you.
Fëanor: *smiles at him* I know you won't. I trust you.
Caranthir: *nods, wants to leave* I should be going, Father.
Fëanor: *hopes he hasn't made him unhappy* Alright. Enjoy your sword. And thank you again for doing the mining work.
Caranthir: *takes the sword* Thank you, Father. I will mine and send the jewels with Káno.
Fëanor: Or bring them yourself! You're always welcome here.
Caranthir: *nods and leaves*
If I am the troublesome son, I'll stay inside the city. I hope Káno still wants to mine for him.