Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not the characters nor The Silmarillion. Those belong to Professor Tolkien.
I used the Quenya names of Fëanor and Fingolfin in this drabble.
I apologize if one or both of them are OOC. This only my second time writing something for this fandom.
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"Worst begetting day ever," Ñolofinwë groused. The boy, who had just turned two-and-forty years of age, looked at the mess that his begetting day had turned into. He glared at the broken plates and tables. He turned his glare onto his half-brother. "I know you've no love for me, but can you please learn to restrain yourself?"
"The fact you're still alive is what you should consider a good begetting day present," Fëanáro shrugged as he started to look for an unbroken bottle of sweetened wine. "I'd advise you to take this as a lesson to never let your...more, ah, distant relations to come to another Noldorin celebration."
"But was it really necessary to start a fight right in front of the High King himself?"
"Ingwion threw the first insults," the elder muttered, peeved as he poured wine into a glass. "I was just defending myself."
"If we're shifting blame," the boy said dryly, "then it is, indeed, your fault for this mess. You could have just ignored my cousin and walked away." But then irritation flashed briefly across his young face before he managed to school his expression. "Instead you felt the need to defend your pride and in so doing you have shamed yourself in front of the High King-our father, mind you."
That caused Fëanáro to bristle, irritated. "So...you think I should have, instead, let him walk over me." The scathing tone almost caused the youth to flinch.
"No. I'm saying you should have ignored Ingwion and dealt with him after my celebration," Ñolofinwë huffed, gaining control of himself. "Actually, I wish you'd never come at all. Then this," he gestured to the upturned tables, spilled food, and various broken plates, glasses and wine bottles, "would have been avoided." He walked down the steps to help the servants clean the mess up, shaking his head in disgust.
"Atto ordered me to be here, just so you're aware!" Fëanáro called after the boy. "I would never have come otherwise!"
"Spare yourself the dignity and don't ever come to anymore of my begetting day celebrations!" was the reply he received.
A/N: Constructive criticism is always welcomed. Know where and how I can improve as a writer is always nice to know.
Edit: When I showed this to another, they were kind enough to point out that Ingwë's son would be called Ingwion and not Ingwiel as the -iel is a feminine ending meaning "daughter of". So I corrected it and changed it to Ingwion.