#nolyafinwe

The halls of Himring had been abuzz since her master's child had arrived, rumors flying about the disappearance of Irisse and concerns rising about the child's condition. Several days she was kept from the rooms Maedhros and his son occupied, as was Huan, for fear of overwhelming the child further.

"Oi!"

He laughed.

Pthhhhhh!!!!

It hits him squarely in the face.

He rather resembles a drowned rat, if a rat could look murderous.

Opening yet another door he spotted a lady elf with beautiful hair like his uncle Arvo's and went running over to her. He wanted to say hi, to introduce himself, but all at once his little lower lip popped out and his silver eyes shone all the brighter.

"I got wost." he muttered. "An I can't find mai uncle Arbo." He swallowed a little, not knowing the lady before him even as he felt a kind of comfort and connection to her. "Can you help me find mai uncle, pwease?"

(Nolya meets Indis. Have Nolo's Grandson. <3 )

She was not often in Tirion, preferring to stay away from reminders of her husband and children, and wanting to stay with her brother instead.

But she visited now and then, and Ingoldo kept nice rooms for her. Indis was at her loom, weaving, when the door opened and she heard the patter of tiny feet. "Oh!"

She looked surprised, but the poor little elf looked so upset. She took his hand. "It's alright, little one."

Uncle... was he one of Eärwen's brother's children? It seemed unlikely. Then he must be... Nerdanel’s relation. She preferred to think that way.

@nolyafinwe liked for a one liner.

The elf paused before meeting her lady’s eyes, “He is said to look like lord Maedhros, my lady. The court is a buzz with word of it. They are worried to have a Fëanorian within the walls of Gondolin.”

"Another cousin?"

Idril paused for a moment, disquieted by the notion of a Fëanorion within Gondolin. There were many who had good reason to hate any who followed them.

But she would not assume anything yet. And she had always wanted a little cousin; of course, there was Orodreth and Celebrimbor, but they were so far away.

"Lead the way. I will come and see him."

(I don’t know the verse, but Ñolya wants to visit with Fëanor.)

Fëanáro sighed, though he tried not to let the displeasure shine too clearly on his face. As he’d never forbidden his sons from spending time with their cousins, he had to navigate this kind of thing every now and then. Still, it didn’t mean he enjoyed it.

“It’s true that my half-brother and I do not always see eye to eye,” he replied, grimacing a little at the thought of being in the same social space for a prolonged period of time. Historically, that rarely ended with them feeling any better about each other.