#challengerofmorgoth

« About my half brother? Having a favourite thing would mean that there are many things I appreciate about him. » He let pass a moment of silence in which he frowned and gazed away, pensive. « What he has that is admirable is the reason I adverse him. This does not mean I do not value when a person is proud, or clever and resolute, a good orator and a possible good ruler. I do appreciate that, and that is also the exact reason for my distrust towards Ñolofinwë. With Morgoth’s lies or without them, he was capable to overcome my right, to steal it from me. I would not apologize for anything, and why should I? I am not willing to bow my head before him when he, in the first place, told my father that he had “still two loyal sons at his side”. Maybe, in another lifetime, had he been my true brother or had I considered him such… But this is not how things were meant to be. »

“When you were newly-born, I looked at you and hoped that you would grow to be wise and strong. And you did… more so than I could ever have dreamed. I am proud of you.”

I can take care of them. 

Finwë looked up with a smile. "Nolofinwë? You wished to speak with me, my son?" His voice was full of warmth.

Fëanor raised his brows, giving an eloquent look.« Is there really the need to ask, stranger? »

//I laughed. And I quite agree.

“And you think I do?” Fingon was initially disgusted at his hair’s reaction to the water—it seemed like all that was going to happen was a certain sliminess to it, and no change to its improbable shape. It was only after a good fifteen to twenty minutes of concentrated effort that it finally fell as hair was supposed to, though unfortunately the sickly orange colour remained.