Much have progressed within the year of their birth and all seemed be coming along well, for each of his sons have always found the time to visit and take care of their youngest brothers, juggling along with their daily lives outside of their childhood home.

Even Turko visited at least once a month; his third eldest son, whom in the recent decades before the twins were begotten, stayed away in the wilds so often with his hound that the most of the family, save apparently Nolofinwë's wild-spirited daughter, rarely saw him anymore.

Neylo remained a tremendous help as always, being as tender and protective with the baby twins just as he had been with the four other younger brothers before them.

The way his eldest would hold them, rock them, whisper softly to them, whenever their mother was resting or their father was busy, one would think that with their matching red-hair that Russandol was their father (for the twins certainly found peace with him, gripping his fingers in their tiny hold, in a similar way they would from either of their parents, and there were quite a few times that Fëanáro would find himself caught between endearment and jealousy while catching them alone).

Káno has also come to move back in with them for a while, having been away composing his music from Tirion to Alqualondë, to help raise the twins by passing on his silly songs and gentle lullabies with that divinely gifted voice matched with his golden harp that Fëanáro found that he missed listening to.

Moryo, who had less experience with children than his other brothers, had knitted them a blanket in between his hours of trade and accounting, and his normally dark expression would be soothed into a rare peaceful smile whenever he noticed the twins cuddled together in the cradle with the blanket tucked around them in a bundle like a loving embrace.

Curvo, who had formally been the youngest for a long time, had perhaps the least experience with children out of all of them...but the twins were the first little brothers he had ever had, and their arrival in his life, whenever he got to hold them, brought forth a fierce look of protectiveness that even Fëanáro, as his father and mentor, had never seen before.

Sometimes, his now-fiancé would come over with him to visit to help take care of the twins by his side, and Curvo would later describe to him, when they were alone in the forge, of the joy and longing on her face whenever she held one of his baby brothers.

Ambarussa were indeed fortunate to have five older brothers who all loved and cherished them in their own significant ways, for such a mutual connection brought his sons all back together in the same house again...

And back to the place, by my side, where they ought to be...