Disclaimer: I SERIOUSLY wish I could say otherwise, but I do not own anything of the Silmarillion or the characters involved.

Author's Note: I'm sorry if all the indentions disappear or something, this is my first story and I DO NOT get how to use Document Manager.

Sorry for the huge mass of Quenya, I just thought that since the setting of this story was in Aman, before any Noldo knew Sindarin, they had to use the High Elven language.

Translations, for easy reference...

Maitimo ~ Maedhros

Makalaurë ~ Maglor

Tyelkormo/Turko ~ Celegorm

Carnistir/Moryo ~ Caranthir

Atarinkë/Curvo ~ Curufin

Ambarussa ~ Amrod

Ambarto ~ Amras

Findekáno ~ Fingon

Turukáno ~ Turgon

Irissë ~ Aredhel

Arakáno ~ Argon

Findaráto ~ Finrod

Artaresto ~ Orodreth

Angaráto/Ango ~ Angrod

Aikanáro/Aiko ~ Aegnor

Artanis ~ Galadriel

Fëanáro ~ Fëanor

Nolofinwë ~ Fingolfin

Arafinwë ~ Finarfin

*Of course, they have more names than that. These are just the names used in the story*

When the Cats Are Away

A shriek rang through the house.

Where are the servants?!? Findekáno thought as he ran to his sister Irissë's room.

"What's the matter with Arakáno?" he asked her irritably, referring to his youngest brother, who was sitting on the floor crying.

At that moment Turukáno, his younger brother, appeared beside Findekáno at the door.

"Was that Arakáno?"

Irissë rolled her eyes. "Would I sound like that?"

"Yes, you would," Turukáno snapped. Irissë opened her mouth to reply, but Findekáno interrupted.

"Seriously guys!" he said. Turning to Irissë, he asked, "Now… what's with Arakáno?"

Suddenly Turukáno widened his eyes. "Arakáno's cheek is red. What did you do now?" he demanded of Irissë accusingly.

"He tried to steal my chocolate," she replied sheepishly.

A fire erupted in Findekáno's eyes. "What did you think you were doing, Irissë?" he hissed. "Get out."

"But it's my room," she complained.

"Doesn't matter," Findekáno growled. "Out."

Irissë stuck her tongue out, but ran down the stairs and out the house, and slammed the door shut behind her.

"Wasn't that…too harsh, Findekáno?" Turukáno managed.

"Dude, she should know Arakáno isn't yet… you know. Well, whatever. Now, we'd better hush Arakáno up before anything else happens."

Later, Findekáno was sitting on the sofa, trying to enjoy the rest of the long day--

"Findekáno!"

He turned to see Turukáno calling for him.

"Yeah?"

"Irissë's called me from outside. She said the sons of Uncle Fëanáro are here."

"What a rude joke," Findekáno snorted. "Why would they be here?"

"Why don't you go out?"

"Knowing Irissë, I would get pelted by things only Ilúvatar knows. No thanks."

"Come on, brother," Turukáno pressed. "I'll go with you."

Findekáno sighed. "Fine."

Turukáno pushed the door hard from inside and it swung out, so hopefully, Irissë would start throwing at nothing. But no things rained down.

"I think it's safe enough to believe her, wherever she is," Turukáno said.

Then Findekáno heard an all-too familiar voice.

"I told you, Curvo, that's not the reason—"

"Maitimo?"

The tall redhead who'd been speaking turned to face the raven-haired boy.

"Findekáno! I…well, it was their idea—"

"Cutting a long story short," Tyelkormo, one of Maitimo's six brothers, interrupted, "Maitimo was missing you so we decided to drop by."

"That's not the reason!" Maitimo said again. "Now that you've seen this place again, let's go home!" He smiled apologetically at Findekáno, who realized he'd been standing staring at them with his mouth wide open.

"Huh? Oh—no," Findekáno stammered, feeling his lips hydrate again, "you can stay. Father's out to a meeting and Mother's with him." He turned to Turukáno. "Can you fix out the sofas, Turukáno? Thanks."

The dark-haired boy gave a curt nod and went off.

"By the way, Maitimo," Findekáno said, "have you seen Irissë? I'd like to think she was out here."

"Sorry, no," Maitimo replied. In a softer voice, he added, "Remind me to give you the real reason we're here."

At once Atarinkë, or, nicknamed Curvo, jumped in front of the two boys.

"Come on! Turukáno's readied your living room, Findekáno!" He followed the other five Fëanorians into the gleaming white house.

"Sorry for that, Findekáno," Maitimo said.

Findekáno shrugged. "It's good to have new company, sometimes."

The two best friends walked at a slow, comfortable pace until Makalaurë, one of Maitimo's brothers, yelled something from inside the house that sounded suspiciously like, "Ambarussa! Ambarto!"

"Oh no, the twins," Maitimo sighed, referring to the youngest two of Fëanáro's sons. He ran into the room, Findekáno at his heels.