This day at breakfast, Fëanor was a little stressed out when Rûsa came down from his own bedroom and took his place at the table.
"Agh! Oversleeping today of all days! Why this day of all times?!"
Given that his grandfather was acting pretty differently from a normal day, it had to be something important.
"You are going out already, grandfather?"
Fëanor paused in the middle of trying to put on his leather boots, to look up for a moment.
"There is a large order with gold, silver and gemstones that shall leave for Tirion today and I need to overlook so nothing is missing, the goldsmiths sent a warning last month that there is a shortage of those for feminine jewelry to the coming annual season! That happened once and I think that was the only time those snobs to nobles forgot that I actually is the Crown prince, not a common worker!"
"Season?" Rûsa wondered in confusion, had he somehow missed that there was more than the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter?
"It is actually named Social season and that generally means the period in spring and summer when the social elite of society to hold balls, dinner parties and charity events," Maedhros explained to her son, allowing Nerdanel to give some help to her husband so he could be finished faster.
"Grandfather, your morning tea!" Rûsa reminded, taking the cup with him just as Fëanor was about to leave through the front door. His grandfather did manage to empty the cup, before he rushed out.
"Well, we will not see him again before lunch, for sure."
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Later, Nerdanel was busy working on a new stone statue in her work shop, while Maedhros went out to get some new clothing she had ordered. While able of basic sewing skills such as mending her own clothes, a skill shared by all the seven siblings while Caranthir was the one to most clearly having inherited the embroidery skills of their paternal grandmother Miriel, the only Fëanorian daughter needed the help of more skilled tailors to get her clothes in the right sizes because of her unusual height.
Keeping himself busy with some light cleaning, as there was some dust always trying to hide itself in places the adults had more difficult to reach, such as corners just below the second-last stair step, for example, Rûsa had taken a small break from his paintings. It was then, as he saw something out of place:
"Grandfather forgot his papers about that delivery he spoke of at breakfast!"
Rushing back to the small room serving as his school room with master Rumil, Rûsa tried to look at the city map where the city hall was and how he could get there as quickly as possible.
"The city hall is close to where Celebrimbor lives, the same street though your cousin has his house at the end of said street. A old habit from when he ruled Ost-in-Edhil as the Lord of Eregion."
There, his cousin's house was actually marked on the map, because his grandparents wanted to know which houses their out-moved children lived in, just in case something happened and they could need help.
"Grandmother is too busy with her work, and ammë may not come home yet for a while…"
Grabbing his more thin crayons and a parchment, Rûsa drew a image of himself and Fëanor, with a arrow pointing towards the stick figure of his grandfather to explain where he had gone, before placing the image on the kitchen table so it could be seen. Since his grandfather's name actually meant spirit of fire, the family had learned to "read" a black haired stick figure with a small flame around the head as a symbol for Fëanor since Rûsa still had some trouble to write properly.
Then Rûsa borrowed a small wicker basket to carry the papers in, and took his large straw hat to protect himself from the sun as he went outside. He had gotten better, since his skin was not so pale as it once had been in his past life, but he was still sensitive and would rather not suffer sun burns again.
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At the city hall, Fëanor had just finished some of the overlook for the delivery, when someone among the workers spotted a small figure trying to push between the adults to get closer.
"My lord, are not that your youngest grandson? Lady Matimo's kid?"
Fëanor was first annoyed to be interrupted in his calculations, when he saw what the others had found.
"Rûsa?! what are you doing here?"
"You forgot the papers at home, grandfather!"
And thus Rûsa handed over the wicker basket to his grandfather, since he could not reach further up with the papers alone.
"So this is the famous second grandson, huh?"
"No joke about that he is tiny, are your family feeding him properly, my Lord?"
"Oi, Rûsa only looks tinier than his peers because he is a bit slower to grow despite a healthy appetite and he seems even smaller with his mother thanks to my daughter being taller than what is normal for Noldor females!"
Fëanor's protests was met with friendly laughter, as everyone returned to what they had been doing.
"There is a few extra gemstones here that is not among the order. Can you bring them home for me? Your grandmother would look nice in a new hair clip to keep her hair out of her face during work."
Before he left to return home with the small pieces of uncut moonstones, Rûsa looked over his shoulder and saw something few people among the upper classes of Tirion had gotten to see:
His grandfather in a surrounding that he liked to be in, fitting in better among the working class than the social elite, where he had been born as the Crown prince.
