A\N. This is for MistressofImladris. Please correct me if the names are wrong. As for Celegorm being silver-haired, fair can also mean beautiful, not just golden-haired. I believe he got his silver hair from Míriel Serindë.
Nerdanel rubbed her temples, eyeing the table before her. The constant noise was starting to grate on her. Having seven sons was no easy thing. "Maitimo, come here please."
Her eldest son appeared, with his red hair in wild disarray. Amrod was clinging to his right leg, Amras too his left, and Maedhros looked thoroughly disgusted with the whole thing. Nerdanel smiled brightly. "Darling, I asked you to take care of them. They are screaming bloody murder."
Amrod grinned charmingly up at her. "I don't like Maitimo takin' care of us, Ammë."
The door flew open, and in dashed Celegorm and Caranthir, trampling over the mat and blundering into Nerdanel's sculpting tools. "Ammë, Tyelcormo said that I was-"
Her silver-haired son was nearly jumping up and down with rage. "He is! You are, Carnistir!"
Caranthir turned round on his brother, murder in his eyes. "Don't call me that!" he gritted out.
Nerdanel clapped her hands sharply. "That is enough, all of you! Time for the evening meal, sit down please. And where is Atar?"
"He's coming with Kanafinwë and Curufinwë." said Celegorm cheerfully, staring at the food before him.
"Soon?" queried Nerdanel.
"Very soon." Caranthir assured her. "See?"
The door flew open one more time, and Fëanor came in, followed by his two sons. He seized Nerdanel and kissed her.
There was a disgusted silence, only broken by Amrod slamming his head against the table.
Fëanor grinned at his wife, and helped to her seat. Nerdanel nodded her head. "Maitimo, would you say the blessing."
Maedhros did so more quickly than reverently.
"Oh Válar, Valier, who gave us these blessings
Of plants, flowers, fish and creatures with wings
We, the Eldalië, thank thee, O great powers of Arda
Highest Lord Manwë, and the Star-Queen Varda."
Maedhros drew in a breath and continued.
"Of Aulë, and Yavanna Kementári, of Nienna of Mercy
Of Vairë, and Nàmo, and Irmo, and gentle Estë
Of swift Nessa, Tulkas, Oromë and Vàna of beauty -"
"For this things that live in the sky and the sea."
Maedhros leapt to his feet and seized the bread before other hungry hands could take it from him. It was soon snatched away amid cries of "Glutton!" "Give me it!"
Fëanor and Nerdanel's commands brought only a resemblance of order.
Celegorm was leaning over his platter, forcing food into his mouth, and in that position, he looked none too fair.
Nerdanel fell into the linen bed, watching Telperion's silver light flicker through the window. A slight movement made her turn, as Fëanor crawled beside her. "Good night, nin vanya."
She nestled besides him, his strong arms comforting as he kissed her red curls. "Good night, my love."