Flickers by Meril

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Intentions


Intentions

"What are your intentions towards her?"

Fëanáro gives me a strange look. "I enjoy her company, Master Mahtan. She is very intelligent, and witty, more so than any maiden of Tirion. And talented. But I have no 'intentions'." He turns and is lost in work before long, oblivious to everything short of the world falling.

Nerdanel slips quietly into the forge, and he is immediately at her side.

I watch them talking excitedly, and smile. Oblivious to everything but the world falling and my daughter's presence. It seems that the King's son has intentions, whether he knows them or not.


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