Fuinëfinwë Leof Morifinwion

Moryo looked up from his book and set it aside so he could focus on the present his son gave him, he looked up at his son, his baby, with bewilderment and then he carefully opened it. 

“Pray that they did,” Moryo said with a heavy sigh. “Fuinefinwe will this really make you happy?” He asked, tugging his son close to hug him tightly. “Normally we would marry but you don’t need to, if you feel you wouldn’t be happy.”

“Marriage isn’t just about sex, that isn’t enough to make you both happy,” he gently chided his son. He wanted to cradle his boy and shield him from this but it would be futile and he needed to let Leof make his own decisions. Haleth and he made a similar arrangement to what Leof spoke of and whilst Haleth had been content with that arrangement he had suffered for it, suffered in silence so that his children wouldn’t know how unhappy he was with being so close to Haleth yet never having her love. 

Leof frowned and thought about it, “It won’t make me unhappy,” he said with a shrug. He was not sure if him and Anariel would connect any deeper than on a physical level. But he had made a child and he knew how bad things would be for the kid if he didn’t marry Ana. She was a commoner and he was a prince. It would only have rumours flying and most of them insults to the mother of his child, and his child itself.

Moryo looked up from his book and set it aside so he could focus on the present his son gave him, he looked up at his son, his baby, with bewilderment and then he carefully opened it. 

“I am happy for you,” Moryo argued. “I had dreaded this would happen with the way you persist pleasure so freely. Why didn’t you take any contraceptives? The herbal tea?” He stressed, carefully setting aside the baby blanket. 

“Darling, have you even thought through what marrying this woman would be like? Don’t rush things through, think love!” He pleaded, and grasped Leof’s hands. “An unhappy marriage wouldn’t just affect you and her but your child too, should she decide to keep it.”

“I mean, the sex is good,” he said and looked at his father, “I don’t think me drinking the tea would have worked and honestly I never thought to ask if she was. It was kinda a... when we wanted some fun thing. Wasn’t meant to be serious,” He watched his father still, “She’s Noldo at least so not like I need to learn her customs.”

Moryo looked up from his book and set it aside so he could focus on the present his son gave him, he looked up at his son, his baby, with bewilderment and then he carefully opened it. 

Moryo did a spit take, his tea flying everywhere and his face turned red. He stared for a moment, bewildered as tea dripped down his chin.

It was only a matter of time until his children showed an interest in other people given what their family were like but he'd hoped for a bit longer.

Moryo did a spit take, his tea flying everywhere and his face turned red. He stared for a moment, bewildered as tea dripped down his chin.

It was only a matter of time until his children showed an interest in other people given what their family were like but he'd hoped for a bit longer.

“I suppose,” Moryo conceeded, and gestured for his son to sit beside him on the sofa. “Do you know if they are sindar, teleri, silvan, vanyar or noldo? They all have different courting styles, the vanyar for example use flower language and elaborate bouquets to express their interest with each other. Among noldo the wealthier person within the courtship is supposed to be the one to express their interest through elaborate gifts made from their chosen craft.”

Moryo paused and looked to his son. “Just be wary of who you pursue, you’re a member of the royal family and there are those who would gladly use your interest to exploit you, dearest.”

Leof looked at his father and grinned cheekily, “You say that like I am looking for more than fun right now. Nah, love is complicated and painful and messy, I don’t want any of that,” He said with a wave of his hand and then sighed, “What if I were to say that they are... not any of that... what if I were to say they were ainur? How do you flirt with one of them?”

Moryo did a spit take, his tea flying everywhere and his face turned red. He stared for a moment, bewildered as tea dripped down his chin.

It was only a matter of time until his children showed an interest in other people given what their family were like but he'd hoped for a bit longer.

“I suppose,” Moryo conceeded, and gestured for his son to sit beside him on the sofa. “Do you know if they are sindar, teleri, silvan, vanyar or noldo? They all have different courting styles, the vanyar for example use flower language and elaborate bouquets to express their interest with each other. Among noldo the wealthier person within the courtship is supposed to be the one to express their interest through elaborate gifts made from their chosen craft.”

Moryo paused and looked to his son. “Just be wary of who you pursue, you’re a member of the royal family and there are those who would gladly use your interest to exploit you, dearest.”

Leof looked at his father and grinned cheekily, “You say that like I am looking for more than fun right now. Nah, love is complicated and painful and messy, I don’t want any of that,” He said with a wave of his hand and then sighed, “What if I were to say that they are... not any of that... what if I were to say they were ainur? How do you flirt with one of them?”

There was a boy that used to terrorize me when I was a small child. He would push me down, beat me up, cut my hair, make fun of my bloodline. But he always convinced me to keep quite about what was happening. I would be a little baby if I cried to anyone.

I never told anyone what was happening.

One day we were in the woods, playing with a large group of kids and he was showing off. Flipping from tree branch to tree branch. The other kids went to head home, it was getting dark, they thought we were behind them.

So he was flipping, and flipped to a weak branch, it broke. The branch was overhanging this lake, and he fell in. Turns out he could not swim, he struggled for a while, asked me to help him. I moved to, but then I stopped. I stopped and just watched until he went under for the last time.

Everyone was frantic trying to find him, but they couldn’t. Not hide or hair for a month. We weren’t allowed to play out in the woods by ourselves anymore. Mom took me to Thargelion and told me to stay with my father. It was the last time I spent a length of time with her people.

Moryo did a spit take, his tea flying everywhere and his face turned red. He stared for a moment, bewildered as tea dripped down his chin.

It was only a matter of time until his children showed an interest in other people given what their family were like but he'd hoped for a bit longer.

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"This is certainly ambitious, sweetheart," he commented, and placed an arm on his eldest child's shoulder. "Have you had any breakfast or lunch yet?"