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QUARANTINE

Who: The Sick. (AKA Anyone that caught the Void Train Plague) People who are not sick can enter at their own risk.
What: ~~Peter got a bunch of people sick~~ There's a cold/flu going around. Oh no!
Where: Game Car
When: Day 1-4 of Domino

[ If you find yourself coughing or sneezing or with flu/cold like symptoms come on down to the game car. There's cushy beanbags, games and probably soup. ]

[ You'll still be miserable but at least you'll have games and soup. ]

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"Who could tire of a lovely lady singing to them?" He could think of dirtier things to say to that, but he was at least making some attempt to keep this in the realm of friendly banter. He was convinced, though, that his charm would work so much better if he wasn't hacking up a lung.

He chuckled finding the story delightful. "Did he actually admit he was lost or did you have to figure it out yourself?" He would be very surprised if the man would own up to anything that would hint at a weakness. The only exception he could see is if the man saw a beautiful red-haired woman and needed a reason to talk to her. "Do you mean he was wanting someone to take him on as an apprentice or he was wanting an apprentice?" He asked, a bit unclear given their cultural differences.

"I'm hardly the best singer in my household!"

She says, amused.

"No, no, he would not admit a thing until co-erced! And he wanted to be my father's apprentice - at the time, Father was the best smith in Valinor, who learnt directly from Lord Aule Himself. And nothing would do for Feanaro but the very best."

"Who cares how you sing when you look as pretty as you, sweetheart?" He teased and tried to laugh again, but it just made him cough again. He was so going to kill his kid for this.

The story also amused him, but he had to be careful not to laugh again. He ended up coughing either way, so he had a brief moment of obvious annoyance. "You should see him in the kitchen going through silverware. This spoon is too dented, this one has a tiny speck of something on it, this one isn't shiny enough.." He exaggerated for effect.

She laughs merrily. "You are fortunate my husband likes you!"

"That sounds like him." She says, amused. "Tis the problem living with a perfectionist who also happens to be one of the best craftsmen I have ever known. He made an entire dinner set as part of our wedding gift. Although I suspect our dear Tyelperinquar comes the closest to surpassing him - that's our grandson."

"It is," he agreed heartily. "He would've cut out my eyes by now otherwise." He was aware that the remark wasn't even an exaggeration. "You two working things out yet?"

That reminded him..

"What was his beef with his step brothers? He told me what happened but I couldn't figure that part out."

"Or worse." She agrees with a smile. "Mm, we are... getting there. Slowly."

Well. Slow for them is probably light speed for other couples.

"Ah..." She sighs. "That tale is not one he likes speaking of, and it is, as family often is, very complicated. Has he told you of his mother? Miriel was the greatest seamstress and weaver of the Noldor in her day, and to this day her tapestries hang still in places of high honor, so life-like you might believe them to move. But after she bore Feanaro... something went wrong. She wearied of life in a way that we had thought we would never see in Blessed Valinor, and died - Feanaro blamed himself. Not helped by the gossips who whispered that he drained her life!" She huffs, clearly conveying idiots.

"He centered his whole life around his father, in lieu of his mother, and Finwe did the same... so when he got re-married... well. Feanaro felt that his mother was being abandoned, and blamed poor Indis for seducing his father. He did not always hate his half-siblings, ignore what he says. Indeed, he got along fairly well with his sisters, and mostly ignored young Arafinwe! But poor Nolofinwe...Nolofinwe, who looked so like Feanaro, who was clever with people in a way that my Feanaro never was, able to negotiate the currents and whirls of court so easily... And Finwe, poor misguided Finwe, poured all his love on Feanaro in an attempt to win him over, clearly showing favouritism that drove Nolofinwe unceasingly in search of his father's approval. That was where it began."

She sighs. "If Finwe was still alive, perhaps it might have remained there, as only petty jealousies. Perhaps they might have learnt eventually to share. But instead... instead, the Valar released Morgoth, and his lies whispered through the land so subtly that we did not even realise... " She shakes her head.

"It went from petty oneupmanship to shouting to phsyical fights, to one memorable day, a sword at poor Nolofinwe's neck, and then ... exile. I left, around then. It... it wasn't my Feanaro at home any longer. He would no longer listen to me, and we... we were arguing all the time. So I left. And to this day, I wonder if I should have stayed... if I might have prevented what came next... "

She gathers herself. "Morgoth and Ungoliant slew the Two Trees and Finwe, and took the Silmarils. The loss of his father... I think it sent him mad, for he loved Finwe more dearly than any other. He returned to Tirion, despite that his exile was not lifted, and claimed the crown. And Nolofinwe... renamed himself, Finwenolofinwe. A king's name. You can guess how my husband reacted to that."

Tony listened intently as she talked. All of this were revealing clues about his new friend in ways he hadn't expected. He didn't have a sibling to relate to some of this, but he had been jealous- and jealous for his father's attention. He could guess there would be a time in his life when this would make very little sense, but he'd gotten older and more aware of how the world and relationships worked. He couldn't imagine, though, what all of this must've been like for beings that lives as long as they did while having magic and other powers.

"I don't think you should blame yourself for leaving. Sometimes you have to save yourself." Especially if you were living and/ or married to a mad man. He remembered when he thought he was dying and then again when he started having all of these PTSD symptoms. His wife was a saint to still stand by him after what he'd put her through. He wouldn't have blamed her if she'd left, though he doubted he would've survived as well on his own. "He doesn't blame you either, does he?"

"He would no longer hear my voice." She says sadly. "Even he says I was right to leave. But oh, he took my boys with him, my dear sons. I still wish I had at least been there for them, as I could not."

She nods. "They all tell me they would not have wished me there, to endure what they had to. But I am a mother, and a wife, and I love them still, and so I will always wonder..."

Tony nodded, understanding her logic though obviously he couldn't imagine how hard that must've been for her. "There were a couple times in my life I got so stubborn and involved in my work it was really hard for me to hear people too. When I realized the only one who kept finding a way was Pepper, I married her. Well.. I proposed. There were issues that prolonged our engagement but same mindset at least."

He shook his head. "I wish I had something I could say or do to make this easier on you and your family but I don't." Pause. "Except I have elven beer in the making, so maybe I will soon?" He smirked.

"Ah, your Pepper is a lucky woman! I am glad you found each other."

She smiles. "Thank you, Tony - just your care and concern is enough, truly! Although I will not say no to beer."

"Are you willing to be a guinea pig?" He asked. Then there was a brief pause as he realized that wouldn't make any sense to her. "It means, are you willing to try something out untested? I'm not sure where the 'guinea pig' part got started."

He got up and held out a hand to help her up (not that she needed it).

"A guinea pig?" She blinks and then nods at the explanation. "I don't see how it could harm." She laughs. "Alcohol will be either good, or bad, after all."

She accepts the hand up.

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TLDR Finwean Family Drama ahead

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