New Challenge: Potluck Bingo
Sit down to a delicious selection of prompts served on bingo boards, created by the SWG community.
Summary: conversation.
“And then blood came out!” Arafinwë declared happily.
Indis stared at her youngest in horrified awe for a moment then glanced hurriedly at Finwë to try and prompt him to reply; her own mind was blank with the prelude to hysterics.
Finwë shook his head immediately in horror and glanced at Fëanáro. Fëanáro shook his head violently and shot a hard look at Nolofinwë who glanced at Findis pleadingly. Findis was clearly trying not to gag and she glanced at Lalwen, swallowing sharply.
“I…is that so brother?” Lalwen asked shakily.
“Yes,” Arafinwë tore into his meal, “then came the pus.”
Findis paused in the middle of dissecting her white-sauce and root-vegetable and slowly pushed her plate away.
“Indis,” Fëanáro croaked, “is that Vanyarin radish salad I see?”
“Yes,” she replied dazedly, mind dancing with gruesome images.
“It smelled like onion,” Arafinwë added into the quiet as Fëanáro pushed away his plate of rare steak and helped himself to nearly the entire bowl of salad.
Nolofinwë whimpered softly.
They’d had onion soup for starters.
Why is this AU? It is AU to my headcanon, where Feanor would have never had dinner with Indis and her family. There you go.