First of Fëanáro

"Not many could have done what you did, let alone willingly and with such love. I am proud of the nis you have grown to be."

She looked up at her brother, speechless for a moment, before shaking herself out of her surprise and dropping her gaze again. "I do not know what you are referring to, Nelyo," she shrugged. "I do not feel as if I have done anything special. But thank you, nonetheless, it means a great deal to know you think so highly of me."

Nelyo's throat felt dry, had he screamed and woken Thranduil? his hands were stretched out, as if he had been holding something and for a moment both eyes were blind as the right always was, the white light of dragon fire having to be blinked away as his pulse settled and he sighed. His tense muscles hurting more as he forced him to relax, "I just need some water... do not worry, try and sleep, love."

“Me? Hm, wonder what I was doing there or if there was a reason behind my presence.” While it was rather touching for the redhead to admit he was involved in his dream, he began to wonder if there was any sort of meaning behind him being in the other’s home realm during a catastrophe.

Nelyo's throat felt dry, had he screamed and woken Thranduil? his hands were stretched out, as if he had been holding something and for a moment both eyes were blind as the right always was, the white light of dragon fire having to be blinked away as his pulse settled and he sighed. His tense muscles hurting more as he forced him to relax, "I just need some water... do not worry, try and sleep, love."

“Me? Hm, wonder what I was doing there or if there was a reason behind my presence.” While it was rather touching for the redhead to admit he was involved in his dream, he began to wonder if there was any sort of meaning behind him being in the other’s home realm during a catastrophe.

Nelyo's throat felt dry, had he screamed and woken Thranduil? his hands were stretched out, as if he had been holding something and for a moment both eyes were blind as the right always was, the white light of dragon fire having to be blinked away as his pulse settled and he sighed. His tense muscles hurting more as he forced him to relax, "I just need some water... do not worry, try and sleep, love."

“Me? Hm, wonder what I was doing there or if there was a reason behind my presence.” While it was rather touching for the redhead to admit he was involved in his dream, he began to wonder if there was any sort of meaning behind him being in the other’s home realm during a catastrophe.

Nelyo's throat felt dry, had he screamed and woken Thranduil? his hands were stretched out, as if he had been holding something and for a moment both eyes were blind as the right always was, the white light of dragon fire having to be blinked away as his pulse settled and he sighed. His tense muscles hurting more as he forced him to relax, "I just need some water... do not worry, try and sleep, love."

Nolya turned at the sound of his father's voice, a mildly embarrassed smile flickering across his face. He turned to face Nelyo and stood up to his current full height, motioning to his leggings as he spoke, "But it seems to wish to come on all at once. No sooner do the tailors bring me new leggings and they are too short." Indeed the end of his pants were far too high above the line of his ankle. "Yet I gain nothing in weight or muscle. I am quite certain I might be blown from the wall should a strong wind catch me unaware."

He all but raced to the stables to collect his horse, forgetting for a moment that he was nearly an elf grown and not a tiny elfling excited for an adventure with his father.  Though he secretly hoped he might never have to grow up fully in the eyes of Nelyo.  

Nolya turned at the sound of his father's voice, a mildly embarrassed smile flickering across his face. He turned to face Nelyo and stood up to his current full height, motioning to his leggings as he spoke, "But it seems to wish to come on all at once. No sooner do the tailors bring me new leggings and they are too short." Indeed the end of his pants were far too high above the line of his ankle. "Yet I gain nothing in weight or muscle. I am quite certain I might be blown from the wall should a strong wind catch me unaware."

𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌. 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎

         here is a small collection of tiny detail questions to ask about someone’s muse, some questions have multiple parts! feel free to add/change as you see fit <3 potentially nsfw. if a multi, please specify the muse!!

how long are their nails? do they paint them?

what is their hair texture? do they take good care of it, if they have any?

what are their favorite fabrics? least favorite?

what is their skin texture?

do they have a skincare routine? if yes, how involved is it?

what does their sweat smell like?

body hair; do they crop anything short? let it grow naturally? wax?

name two or more things your muse can’t leave the house without.

does your muse usually carry around a bag/purse/backpack? or do they prefer to keep only what they can fit in their pockets?

do they get hay fever? if so, how bad?

do they have any sensitivities to smells?

do they have any sensitivities to tastes?

do they have any sensitivities to textures?

is there a sound that drives them crazy? ( like the sound of nails on a chalkboard, styrofoam rubbing together, cardboard boxes, etc?)

what is their favorite genre of music?

what is their favorite flavor in food?

what is their favorite scent? (candles, perfume, food, etc.)

what household chore do they absolutely hate doing?

what household chore do they like doing?

do they have a “comfort outfit” or a go to look? if so, why did they choose those pieces?

in a relationship, are they the ones stealing their partners' clothing? or are they the ones having their clothes stolen?

do they have bumper stickers on their car? if so, what kind? (bonus points for pictures!)

do they have a comfort movie? book? tv show?

if forced to wear socks, what kind do they prefer? ( ankle? crew cut? patterned? plain? )

what do they do when they are deep in thought? ( bite their nails? twirl a strand of hair? lick their lips? just look off to the side? nothing too exciting because this is a highly specific question? lol )

what is their favorite snack food?

what do their hair care products smell like?

how dedicated are they to their favorite color? must everything they own be that color? do they even care that much?

what does their perfume smell like, and how much do they put on?

"Trace"

“Meleth Nin, I know you feel the need to protect those around you & especially those that you hold most dear. It’s alright if not everyone here views you in the same light as I or our children do.” Thranduil rested against him before stealing a kiss. “I have had you for some time now & will continue to do so until my time for sailing arrives. So you will have me for several centuries at least.”