Open, Fleetwise, 001

[burnstoohot]

Who: Fëanor and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: HS Marsiva
When: Morning

[A hand reaches out to grasp a mechanical limb before grey eyes even blink open to stare suspiciously. Fëanor feels rested, energized even, despite the most recent long hours spent over the forge's fires working on his masterpiece.]

Who dares...?

[Awareness flickers through him and the elf pauses. He sits up from the bed, though doesn't immediately move to get off, nor release the robot's 'arm'. An impatient hand reaches up and shoves a lock of black hair that had gotten free of the loose braid back behind a pointed ear and he studies the robot a bit more closely.]

Do you have a name? Are you a thinking creature? [A pause and he absently hums, head tilting a little in thought.] I think not in the ways of Arda.

['Bot, be glad he has no tools on him.]

Comments

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[burnstoohot]

You are. [Fierce pride and love are in those two words.]

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[castintoflames]

With Ammë's looks and your heart, I think.

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[burnstoohot]

The best parts, I expect.

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[castintoflames]

(He flushes darkly.)

Each of your sons was made of the best parts.

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[burnstoohot]

[His firstborn is so cute when he blushes!]

Just so!

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[castintoflames]

You're not biased at all, are you, Atar?

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[burnstoohot]

[He laughs.] I will admit to some bias, though look at yourself and your brothers. You are all beautiful.

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[castintoflames]

We never lacked in marriage proposals. (They were much sought after in their youth!)

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[burnstoohot]

[As they deserved.] Nor should you. It is easy to see you would make a good father.

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[castintoflames]

I would have...liked...children. (It's a forgotten wish.)

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[burnstoohot]

Should I succeed, you shall have the chance for children again.

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[castintoflames]

Then I must find my match. (No trouble there, right? ...ahem.)

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[burnstoohot]

[Oblivious Fëanor is oblivious!]

You will. You are my son.

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[castintoflames]

(That's for the best. Maedhros hasn't even...thought...much about what certain things mean.)

Do exceptionally tall Elven maidens exist?

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[burnstoohot]

[Perhaps in the new future Fëanor's going to try for he will?]

You would find them.

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[castintoflames]

Is that a "you are so tall you can see over the heads of everyone" comment? (Tall people will find one another somehow. Or maybe he prefers the shorter variety.)

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[burnstoohot]

[His head tilts as he seems to think about it.] I believe there are some who are taller than you.

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[castintoflames]

Grandfather, perhaps. I have earned the title "the Tall". (It just makes him stand out more.)

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[burnstoohot]

You have. [Amused and fond.]

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[castintoflames]

Now you needn't wonder why I ate so much as a boy!

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[burnstoohot]

I did not want you to want for anything. That still holds true.

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[castintoflames]

Under your care, I never wanted for anything. I had food, love, acceptance...

You are the best father.

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[burnstoohot]

You will have all I can give here, too. [Without question. He has the best sons.]

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[castintoflames]

I have heard strangers query "Why did Fëanor have so many sons? What made him worthy?". I know not how to answer succinctly.

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[burnstoohot]

[He chuckles fondly. Others might be embarrassed, but not Fëanor.] You are the first of them all. I could not hope for better sons than what I was gifted.