Ficlet Advent: Day Two

[arafinwean]

anonymous asked:
can I get some Arafinwë teasing his brothers? Shippy or not, you pick, I adore your characterizations of all of them

 

 

“Come now,” Arafinwë said, breathless laughter escaping him as he dodged one of Nolofinwë’s attempts to trip him up, “Surely, you’re better than that brother. Why I’m beginning to think that you’re going easy on me,” A sly look entered Arafinwë’s eyes, “Or perhaps you merely save all your frustration for dear Fëanáro. Some of the rumors about the two-” here Arafinwë is forced to block Nolofinwë’s staff with his own, a joyful grin on his face, “-are scandalous.”

Nolofinwë huffs out a laugh, he and his younger brother had been sparring more than a few minutes now and while Nolofinwë gave just as good as he received Arafinwë was much faster than he was. Seeming to dance as he moved in and out of Nolofinwë’s reach.

Arafinwë was a challenge to beat.

Nolofinwë loved it.

A cough interrupted their match, the two of them breaking away from each other to stare at Fëanáro who watched them with amused eyes.

“Perhaps I could have a match against Arafinwë. Should the little prince not mind,” Glancing at his younger brother he saw Arafinwë roll his eyes at Fëanáro‘s words.

“Come now, big brother,” Arafinwë taunted addressing Fëanáro, “Surely you have better things to do than spar with me?”

“Are you scared?”

“Only for your safety.”

Before the banter between the two could continue, Nolofinwë tossed Fëanáro the staff he had been using, “Don’t break him,” he warned.

Fëanáro smirked, “I would never.”