His Ambarussa were perhaps the youngest of his sons to have learned how to climb before they learned how to walk.
Fëanáro would have been proud of this accomplishment if not for the fact those little gremlins gave everyone the worst scare since their birth, thus making them the youngest of his sons to have discovered their talent for mischief.
It happened one late night, when wandering back from the forge to the bedroom he and his wife had shared, fully expecting to drop next to her sleeping form in bed like he usually would, only to run into a frantic Neylo midway in the hallway, who told him that the twins were missing from the crib, and that Nerdnael and Káno were currently searching every corner of the nursery, while Moryo was checking the backyard.
Panic went amuck when they spread out in search of the baby twins, the remaining servants for the evening stepping in to help, from the top floor to the bottom, from the kitchens to the backyard.
Turkafinwë wasn't home at this time, slinking off back into the wild of all times, and neither was Curvo, who was living with his new wife in their own little estate near her family...but he had half a mind to send a messenger to either one to help in the search if the twins were truly nowhere to be found.
There was a large fountain in the courtyard (a masterpiece he and his wife created together), and in fear that one or both of his little twins had fallen in, he and Moryo searched through the water, looking for tiny tops of copper-red in the silver water, only to find it empty (much to his relief).
Fëanáro had even checked back in the forge across the yard, despite knowing that he had locked it.
Nerdanel was weeping, Káno on the verge of it, Moryo was cursing thunderously to cover his terror, and Neylo's attempted cool facade threatened to shatter into the madness that Fëanáro felt himself rising from desperation to find his babies.
How in all of Arda was it this difficult for an entire household of grown elves to find two tiny, red-haired elflings who were not yet a year old and barely learned in standing?!
His mind echoed his wife's constant pleading to the Ainur before realizing the words that constantly blasphemed his own beliefs...ready to call down on Oromë himself if he had to...and briefly began to wonder if Melkor's shadow had actually crept into their house somehow as he had feared, only instead of stealing his gems he actually...oh, Manwë, Varda, Illúvatar on High, please no!
Messy-haired, bloodshot, and very much ready to wake all of Valinor in need, they regrouped at the nursery with the intention of forming a new strategy...only to find Pityo and Telvo asleep back in their cribs, as though they never left, looking completely at ease with their tiny thumbs in their mouths, and blissfully unaware of having caused such pandemonium among their family and the household at their temporary disappearance.
