gondolindrim | A creature of whim

I haven't seen my sons in a bit. Probably best not to drop in on Turkafinwë, considering the rumors I've heard, but I'll see what the eldest two are up to.

Fëanor: *comes to visit his sons*
Maglor: *surprised; Fëanor, out of his workshop?* Hello, father.
Fëanor: Hello. Can I come in?
Maglor: Sure. *steps aside, holding the door*
Maedhros: *in the kitchen* Is that our father? Visting?!
Maglor: Surprising, isn't it? *goes into the kitchen*
Fëanor: *follows Maglor* Yes, yes, I am a hermit. Hello, Nelyafinwë.
Maedhros: Hello, atar. Would you care for coffee?
Fëanor: *considers* I do enjoy coffee. Theoden often brings it to me.
Maglor: Nelyo has a chic new coffee machine.
Maedhros: Yes, well. *doesn't want to speak of Theoden* Let me show you! *demonstrates*
Fëanor: *fascinated* How clever!
Maglor: He can make those cappucinos you like.
Maedhros: *proceeds to whip one up and presents it to Fëanor* Ta da!
Fëanor: *takes and sips* Very good!

Maglor: He is practicing for his restaurant. *gets himself his usual coffee, cream, no sugar. though does add some hazelnut syrup he's grown fond of*
Fëanor: *arches an eyebrow* Restaurant?
Maedhros: >.>
Maglor: Oh, you didn't tell him?
Maedhros: <.<
Fëanor: He has not told me. I must say, I am surprised.
Maglor: Oh, well, Nelyo has turned out to be an excellent chef.
Maedhros: *hopes Fëanor isn't mad* I... uh. Like cooking.
Fëanor: *considers this, as he sips his cappucino* I never knew that.
Maedhros: Well, it's a new thing...
Maglor: He has a variety to choose from, now.
Fëanor: Hmm. I thought you were my scholarly son. And a fighter. Not a cook.
Maedhros: I can be more than one thing?
Maglor: He is rather multitalented.
Fëanor: *considering, considering, as he sips*
Maedhros: I could make you a meal!
Maglor: *has really been enjoying Nelyo's efforts*
Fëanor: Yes. I would enjoy a meal.
Maedhros: All right. *starts concocting one*
Maglor: *leans back* What will you cook tonight?
Maedhros: A surprise. *grins*
Fëanor: *eyes Maglor* Are you getting fat on his cooking?
Maglor: *sigh* What? No!
Fëanor: You're looking a little ... rounded.
Maedhros: *snickers*
Maglor: *indignant sniff*
Fëanor: Well, if Nelyafinwë has taken up a new hobby, what's yours, Kanafinwë?
Maglor: I already have an excellent hobby, and that is music.
Fëanor: Is that what keeps you too busy from coming to visit me?
Maglor: *sips his coffee* Yes... *ahem*
Fëanor: *gives them both the evil eye*
Maedhros: *very busy chopping an onion*
Maglor: And what intriguing project has kept you locked away, atar?
Fëanor: Well, I haven't been completely locked away. I did participate in a bloodbath in the sewers.*said in a cheery tone*
Maglor: *arches an eyebrow at Maedhros*
Maedhros: That sounds rather grim, Atar. What were you doing there?
Fëanor: Turúkano asked me to find your cousin Findaráto, so I joined the guards in the hunt in the sewers. Lucky for most of them, I did a lot of the killing. *pleased with this*
Maglor: *distasteful* You make it sound so crude, father. But anyway. I haven't actually seen anything of Findaráto since...*thinks* well, since before he disappeared.
Fëanor: Well, it IS distasteful. They're just lucky they didn't have to do most of the work.
Maedhros: I haven't seen Findaráto either.... he wasn't injured, was he?
Maglor: *meant Fëanor's relish was crude, but nevermind >.>*
Fëanor: *seriously, he did the majority of the killing, if he had left it to the guards, half of them would be gone by now. Especially Theoden* He was somewhat injured by the cultists, but not badly. Ecthelion was the only one really hurt. *pauses* That I noticed.
Maglor: *nods* I heard Ecthelion is recovering well though!
Fëanor: Yes. That. *has picked up gossip on his daily creepy lurking around the city* He is recovering at Turkafinwë's house?
Maedhros: *EXTREMELY busy mincing garlic, couldn't possibly address that*
Maglor: He is, yes. Tyelkormo is...pleased. *mentally grins*
Fëanor: Is this a ... romantic interlude?
Maglor: *coughs* Of sorts, maybe.
Fëanor: Hmmmm!
Maglor: *arches an eyebrow*
Maedhros: *blushes furiously; hopes Fëanor hasn't heard anything about him and Fingon*
Maglor: *well, Maedhros and Fingon are far more secretive than Celegorm and Ecthelion; so far as he knows, the latter is not at all a secret*
Maedhros: *making them all a nice meal, totally not blushing no*
Fëanor: Is he... happy?
Maglor: *grins* It's Tyelko. I'd say quite!
Fëanor: Well, that is good to know....
Maglor: Nelyo, do you need any help? *trying to escape Fëanor's whimsical torment, what?*
Maedhros: No, no, just finishing up! *poking at a pot on the stove*
Fëanor: It smells good. You must get your talent for cooking from your mother. *if you listen carefully, you will hear his wistful tone*
Maglor: *goes to fetch some wine and glasses anyway*
Maedhros: Probably. She was an excellent cook.
Maglor: *pours them all wine* You never did say what you've been up to. Aside killing.
Fëanor: Oh you know. Just tinkering. Like I always do. *trades his cappucino for wine*
Maglor: *skeptical; other craftsmen might tinker, but Fëanor?*
Maedhros: Tinkering on what?
Fëanor: Oh, I might make some armor for the city Guards. I already made them some weapons.
Maglor: What about jewelry? *you know, nonviolent stuff*
Fëanor: I always make that, don't worry.
Maedhros: *starts dishing up a meal*
Maglor: Looks delicious. Now will you tell us what it is?
Maedhros: *grins* Nothing special! Just chicken cooked in a wine sauce with some vegetables.
Fëanor: *tries it* Oh, tasty!
Maglor: *approving noise*
Maedhros: *pleased* So, Atar, just jewelry and tinkering?
Fëanor: I have a few other projects... nothing to discuss really. >.>
Maglor: *arches an eyebrow*
Fëanor: Nothing, really. *just tracking collars for cats and possibly nuclear weaponry*
Maedhros: Well. It's good you keep yourself busy, Atar. Any more bad feelings about the city?
Fëanor: The city seems quiet.
Maglor: *bites his tongue on a comment about Fëanor's last "nothing really" project*
Maedhros: How do you "hear" a city anyway?
Fëanor: *shrugs* I don't know. It just... spoke to me.
Maglor: Well. So long as it's quiet now.
Maedhros: *still skeptical of this "hearing the city" thing, but as long as their father seems, well, sane...er* Yes. *lifts his glass* Here's to an uneventful spring festival.
Fëanor: I can get behind that. *lifts his glass as well*
Maglor: Indeed.

That was an excellent dinner. Who knew Nelyafinwë was such a good cook? It reminds me of home, and of family times ~~and my wife~~ … but all that is over and behind us now. I have to get back to the tracking device for that devious cat, and I suppose I should plan to attend that spring festival...