— Call my sons, — Fëanáro said thickly, looking throw the wall, either at treasures or at the wife quite dispassionately. — All of them. Even Nelyafinwë.

“Even? — his spouse wanted to object. — Even?! That fact your son isn’t like you doesn’t mean that you can ignore him! He is as son of Fëanor as others are! He is… he is even better! My Maitimo takes the best things after family Finwë and family Mahtan! What does this “even” mean?!”

And suddenly lifeless eyes of Fëanáro started to shine. Nerdanel came close to his husband, put her hands on his shoulders, hike her leg over his hip, embraced him.

— Nobody of you don’t remain true to me and to my ideals, — the master pulled away, — So, it doesn’t matter who will see the miracle first.

“I have already seen the miracle, — his wife was overthinking. — My impression is indelible!”

— If I go out of the room, — Nerdanel from last forces said flirtatiously, — you will lock the door again. I’m afraid, you will not let me come in when I knock.

Looking at the spouse, elf-woman thought, that she had given him a good idea, and that he really would hide here and would stay alone among treasures forever. Was that really what he wanted?

— No, — Fëanáro gave very weak laugh with heavy sigh, — I will make a separate container for my creations, here is no place for them. Go, call the sons.

“Thank you for not specifying about firstborn”, — the wife kept silence, gracefully turning in heels.

She came out of the room without hearing the sound of locking the door. Nerdanel thought that she didn’t want to call the sons by Ósanwë. What if they suddenly as their father would reject her too? That would definitely scandal. She wished her spouse had made The palantíri not only for the sons, but one more for her. The seeing-stone would be very useful at hand now.

The palantíri … There were toys for children, which had frightened whole Blessed Aman.

***

It was celebration for the sons organized by Fëanáro. But whole Indis’ family headed by the queen of Noldor weren’t invited here. However, Finwë was invited.

“Do you understand what situation you are putting me in, Curufinwë? — the king asked. Maybe, he did it on purpose with large number of outsiders, including Maia Ilmarë. She, probably, accidentally came in the Tirion palace, accompanied by whispering of flowers and herbals. — I begged Lords of the Valar to allow me to marry a second time. I assured them that it will be only for the benefit of my nation because the unhappy king cannot rule well. And now you make me look like an egoistic foolish man for which marital bed is more important than my elder son’s opinion! If you think so, you should know that you are wrong, Curufinwë! I love you more than other my children! And I am ready to believe in every of your words without checking! Doesn’t my blind love deserve indulgence of you?”

Fëanáro didn’t answer at that time. He only said that he would tell with father later in private. And only Nerdanel knew what the head of the First House of the Noldor thought and felt actually.

“You are excited, Spirit of fire, — The wife whispered hugging the husband and sliding her body against his one, — Your fire may have peaceful uses. Come on, give it to me in our bed! Make bedsheets, feather beds, pillows and me feel your fire. I want you to burn me. To the ground”.

Nerdanel saved Tirion from the anger of the son of Ñoldóran once again. She was sure that the situation had exhausted itself and that the celebration would be usual: it would be funny for some, boring – for others, and for still others it would be reason for jealousy and for rumors. Although, the situation turned out quite differently. That was to be expected because the sons of Tirion prince received as a gift from the father the wonderful things with extremely contentious use.

The seven palantíri were absolute alike black balls. They were heavy for little Ambarussas. However, it was twins, who were interested in the new toys the most — children started to roll the “balls” on the floor. The father gave the funny laughter.

“That is glass, right? — young Carnistir said, changing his face. — They will break!”

“Don’t cry, — Nerdanel told to son quietly looking at Maitimo and Macalaurë from the corner of her eyes. They in seriousness came from to learn how the gifts worked and to explain something Curufinwë, who was distracted always. — If The palantíri were dangerous, they wouldn’t be given to the children”.

“Let me check!” — Morifinwë got angry about something unclear, moved off, grabbed the first floor-chandelier he found, and hit the ball at full strength.

Fëanáro even didn’t move totally ignoring the actions of the fourth son. Morifinwë, it seemed, got angrier because of neglect. Having failed to break his own palantír, Morifinwë took a swing at the ball of Turcafinwë, who was peacefully looking at the inexplicable thing away from all the other brothers. The student of Vala Oromë reacted to aggression immediately, caught the chandelier and started to take away it from the younger but already the same strong brother.

Nerdanel noticed her husband doing nothing. She understood that she had to follow his policy, but it had cost her far too much effort.

“Maitimo”, — the elf-woman turned toward the elder son, who probably was just waiting for this.

In an instant, the eldest of the seven Sons of Fëanor was near to the younger brothers, stood up for Tyelko, and with him had taken away from Carnistir “the weapon”.

“I hate you!” — Carnistir cried, grabbed his palantír, and run away.

“And where is your The seeing-stone?” — Macalaurë asked the father when the dark figure of Caranthir the Dark disappeared behind the door, the chandelier was returned to the place as well as the candles scattered on the floor.

“I have no need it”, — Fëanáro said evasively.

“I imagine, — the second son of Fëanor, minstrel said dreamily, — that I am climbing up the main tower with the palantír, sending it at any point of Aman and seeing everything hidden from me!”

“How many more The seeing-stones do you plan to make?” – Nelyafinwë asked looking at the black glass.

“The Valar will not consent to make such things anymore, — suddenly Maia Curumo came in throw the opened terrace. He was as tall as elf, but his face and beard were more like Vala Aulë’s creatures, left in Middle-earth. — Fëanáro Curufinwë is not the Amanyar, who may be allowed this. The Valar don’t want the head of the First House of the Noldor to begin hounding whole Valinor”.

“Why do The Valar may keep our life under control, while we deprived of this opportunity?” — Fëanáro asked snidely.

At that moment Ñoldóran Finwë appeared in the room. He pretended that he hadn’t asked Lords of the Valar for help, and that Curumo’s emergence here was coincidence. The elf king immediately started to play with Ambarussas, and to avoid eye contact with every adult person, like it wasn’t purposely.

“You have forgotten, on whose land you are living, Curufinwë, — Maia reminded, took the palantír from Nelyafinwë’s hands and looked at it carefully. — I would ask you to give me one of The seeing-stones or to teach me how to make such things, but I know that Vala Aulë disapprove its use, so I wouldn’t”.

“Why haven’t Vala Aulë come and tell that all by himself? — Fëanáro said with interest, took the palantír away from Maia, and gave it to the son. — I don’t believe that he was confused by lack of invitation. After all, there is your land, you can go everywhere you want and at any time you want, and there is no need to invite you for it”.

“He doesn’t want to, — Curumo answered briefly. — I wish we were in this together, Curufinwë. I am sure, your ideas and my skills united, could change Arda beyond recognition. However, you by yourself make everything to be alone against everybody, either weak or strong”.

“I am not alone”, — the head of the First House of the Noldor answered. And the assistant of Vala Aulë kept silent.

***

Many persons opposed the creation of large number of The palantíri. Fëanáro assured it had been with the filing of The Valar. However, Nerdanel wasn’t sure that was true. Most likely, Eldar were afraid of pressure from the neighbor, who had already been too domineering, who didn’t take orders neither from his father king, nor from Vala-teacher.

The wife of Tirion prince thought about those things, but didn’t decide again, who was right. Then she called servants and requested them to invite the sons of Fëanáro Curufinwë in the treasury. And no matter what happened, they were obliged to support their father because he clearly had some rough times now.

Art by @bellabergolts

Thanks for translation Daru Markelova

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