Nolofinwë knows that his half-brother loves him.
Fëanáro has never said it — at least, he's never said "I love you" in so many words. But Nolofinwë knows.
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When Nolofinwë gets home from his lessons, lunch is already on the table for him. Eat something, says a note next to his plate.
He thanks his father later. Finwë doesn't seem to know what he's talking about, and nor does Indis.
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Nolofinwë is in the library, studying long into the night, and it's Fëanáro who blows out the candle and says, "Get some sleep, Nolo."
It's also Fëanáro who carries an exhausted Nolofinwë to bed.
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He tries to craft something for Fëanáro for his begetting day. Nolofinwë knows it isn't very good, not compared with what Fëanáro himself could make, but he tries nonetheless.
It's just a bracelet. Copper, not even gold or silver. The band is bulky; the detailing is simple and embarrassingly rough.
Fëanáro wears it every day.
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At the end of a long, bad day, in which Nolofinwë got back one of his history assignments covered in scathing comments, tripped over his own feet and fell down a large flight of stairs, and endured a long lecture from Indis about getting in fights when he came home covered in bruises (and about lying when he objected), all he wants is to fall in bed and sleep for a week.
When he gets to his room, there's a detailed drawing of the treehouse Fëanáro built for Maitimo resting on his bed.
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According to Arafinwë, the end of childhood is falling asleep on the sofa and waking up still on the sofa.
That's never happened to Nolofinwë. Not once.
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They're small things, so small anyone but Nolofinwë probably wouldn't even notice most of them. Especially when they're offset by Fëanáro never smiling at him and trying his best to avoid him entirely.
But Fëanáro loves Nolofinwë, even if he's never said the words.