I'm going to keep blaming Duilin for all this, m'kay? This is a sequel to her story Such A Thing!


It was one thing to tell his mother that it was all the twins' fault. It was yet another to tell his grandfather the same thing.

Unfortunately, the fact that the oldest son of the Crown Prince of the Noldor had been streaking through Tirion along with his younger brother had reached the ears of the King. So Maitimo and Tyelkormo had been hauled in front of their grandfather and King along with their parents to explain themselves.

"It was…a dare," Maitimo said rather lamely.

"Oh?" Finwë said calmly. "Just like the dare that had you and your brothers painting Tirion pink?"

Maitimo winced. It was never a good sign when Finwë became sarcastic.

"Well...yes?" he said sheepishly. Next to him, his father lost his battle with his laughter, and began giggling…If anyone were brave enough to label it that, that was. Few were. Finwë though, was one.

"Oh, stop giggling, Fëanáro," he snapped. "I remember you doing something remarkably similar."

"I remember that," Nerdanel mused, from her expression remising. "That was the day I realized I did like you." She gave her husband a wicked grin. "Haven't regretted it since…at least not in that regard."

Fëanáro blushed, while Tyelkormo loudly said, "I didn't need to know that!"

Maitimo just buried his head in his hands, groaning. Finwë, surveying the scene, decided that his grandchildren had been punished worse than anything he could inflict for this little prank.


Um, the painting Tirion pink is Galad Estel's, from her review of Such A Thing! And in all fairness, Fëanor and Nerdanel *did* have seven sons...