Dec. 8th, 2018 03:41 am
Ficlet Advent: Day One
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arafinweananonymous asked:
I love your headcanon about maedhros and finarfin being pretty much the same age, could you write something about them growing up together?
“Must you antagonize him?
Arafinwë blinked, closing the book he was pursuing to stare up at Maitimo. His nephew, despite his grave countenance, seemed amused for some reason.
“I’m afraid you’re going to have to be more specific, dear,” Arafinwë said, his lips quirking upwards into a smile, “I antagonize a great many people merely by existing.”
Maitimo sighed, as though he couldn’t believe that he was friends with someone so infuriating, “You know who I speak of,” he said, sitting on a chair across the table from Arafinwë, “Father already disapproves of our friendship, you needn’t go and infuriate him more by teasing him.”
“No?” Arafinwë raised an elegant golden brow, “Perhaps not, but you must admit, watching your father mutter to himself about his ‘damned half-brothers’ is certainly amusing.”
Maitimo shook his head, “I don’t understand you,” he declared, “It’s almost as though you enjoy listening to him curse you.”
“Enjoy is such a strong word,” Arafinwë said, “I would use something like ‘amusing’ instead.”
“You find him cursing you amusing?”
“As I’m certain that your younger siblings will find you cursing them amusing,” Arafinwë decreed, a twinkle in his eyes, “After all, teasing our older siblings is what younger brothers do best.”
“I don’t have any younger siblings,” Maitimo said.
Arafinwë smiled and hid his face behind the book he reopened, “Not yet,” he agreed, “But you will.”
Arafinwë blinked, closing the book he was pursuing to stare up at Maitimo. His nephew, despite his grave countenance, seemed amused for some reason.
“I’m afraid you’re going to have to be more specific, dear,” Arafinwë said, his lips quirking upwards into a smile, “I antagonize a great many people merely by existing.”
Maitimo sighed, as though he couldn’t believe that he was friends with someone so infuriating, “You know who I speak of,” he said, sitting on a chair across the table from Arafinwë, “Father already disapproves of our friendship, you needn’t go and infuriate him more by teasing him.”
“No?” Arafinwë raised an elegant golden brow, “Perhaps not, but you must admit, watching your father mutter to himself about his ‘damned half-brothers’ is certainly amusing.”
Maitimo shook his head, “I don’t understand you,” he declared, “It’s almost as though you enjoy listening to him curse you.”
“Enjoy is such a strong word,” Arafinwë said, “I would use something like ‘amusing’ instead.”
“You find him cursing you amusing?”
“As I’m certain that your younger siblings will find you cursing them amusing,” Arafinwë decreed, a twinkle in his eyes, “After all, teasing our older siblings is what younger brothers do best.”
“I don’t have any younger siblings,” Maitimo said.
Arafinwë smiled and hid his face behind the book he reopened, “Not yet,” he agreed, “But you will.”
