OPEN RP POST

[elfoflight]

Pretty straight forward. You have an idea you want to play out with Finarfin, throw up a starter or plotting comment and we'll go from there. Haven't threaded with me before but want to try something different than how you found this journal? That's fine too! I'm always open to new RP partners. If you have questions, feel free to shoot me a PM if you're more comfortable that way.

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[elfoflight]

Feanaro... France felt his heart clench at the sudden awareness. He shook his head a little, lips curved upwards in a faint smile.

"Patience. You look a mess. I will answer your questions once I am satisfied you will not disturb my people with your appearance."

Not that Paris was the cleanest city, but he was working on that.

[needscounselling]

That scowl deepens, the young ellon bristling defensively, not yet settled into the arrogance that the surety of age will bring.

"There is nothing wrong with the marks of honest work." He snaps. "And I'll not go anywhere with you - I..." The slightest waver. "...do not know you, and I am to wait for my father."

[elfoflight]

Another pang. Almost younger than he remembered his brother being.

A wistful look crossed over his face, Arafinwe's patience settling around him like a favored cloak. "High King Finwe has not walked this world for centuries. You are out of your time but not without a friend."

A long pause, then he gestured behind him, indicating his request for Feanaro to walk with him. "Please?"

[needscounselling]

That gets a full flinch, Feanaro pulling back in visible shock.

"Liar! Father's fine!"

He'd never leave me

[elfoflight]

Parental issues. Ah yes. That's just part of belonging to Finwe's house. But...

I would not lie to you...

"Not willingly, never. Here is not the place for this discussion. I will answer all your questions and do what I can to help you return to your time, but for that I need you to come with me."

[needscounselling]

Feanaro is backing up, fear warping into rage.

"Why should I come with you, stranger? For all I know this is your doing. What have you done to my father?"

[elfoflight]

...Could he...? France stepped after him with a sigh, not willing to leave Feanaro alone here, where everything was strange.

"Nothing. I would never harm my own father. I have changed, Feanaro, that much is plain for all eyes to see. I would not harm him, nor will I harm you."

[needscounselling]

He snarls at him, arms coming up defensively, more afraid than truly angry, although with Feanaro, the emotions have always run close together.

"I don't know you."

[elfoflight]

France stopped then and held his hands out, palms up to show he meant no harm. Then he started to sing softly, a song that had often escaped his conscious memory. But with his brother standing there? It came back.

A song that Feanaro had sung to him when he'd been very very small and when nothing else would make him sleep.

[needscounselling]

Feanor freezes, confusion chasing the anger away.

"You... How do you know that song?"

[elfoflight]

A soft smile peeked out, fond affection of memory in his face and voice.

"I was a handful as a child and my eldest brother Feanaro sung it to me to make me sleep."

[needscounselling]

"........................Ara?"

Feanaro's hands come down and he squints at France in confusion, obviously looking for the baby brother's (half-brother!) features in the grown stranger across from him.