The Joy of Marriage - The Cure...
Arafinwe busted through the magnificent bronze front doors in a huff, his pointy ears drooped a little. While he took a breather to recover from his frazzled state, Feanaro eyed his youngest half brother warily- Tis not usual that Arafinwe would venture out of his comfort zone just to drop by for a social chat.
Feanaro on his good days usually coolly ignored this golden haired Vanya poser; on the bad days, let's just say that Arafinwe is on the receiving end of his infamous tirade as often as Nolofinwe. Preempting any request of favor, Feanaro blurted out, in his harshest voice, "I am busy, too busy for any useless chit chat, so please remove yourself from the premise and go whine to your full blooded brother." Adding on a good dosage of feral expression and smoldering eyes to ensure this trespassing half-blood get the hint.
"Aye, Feanaro, brother, if it's that simple I would not have importune you with an ill-time visit, but I have pressing matter on my hand and the delicacy of it requires finesse handlings from the best minds…." Arafinwe babbled on, pouring his worries out without a care, content to find an outlet.
"If this concerns Findarato choking on the fibers from the rug, then talk to my wife, she's…." Feanaro turned around to survey his sumptuous mansion, Where's that dratted woman??, "not around……." Oh Eru, I'm stuck here with my unwanted brother, probably want to share feelings, talk about emotions and rubbish, I am getting desperate by the minute. None of my progeny are around either to distract their 'uncle', what are sons good for, I wonder….
Struggling with words, or trying to reining his torturous expressions, " It's…It's…a matter of great importance concerning Earwen's affliction." Large, innocents blue eyes widened, brimming with tears that threatened to slide down the pale soft cheeks, "I'm at my wits end. Nolofinwe is equally helpless. he claimed his esteemed wife is equally affected. He is at an loss in finding a cure for his beloved."
"Since you're the greatest quendi, I figure you have some sort of solution or have the disposition to discover a cure instantly…" the golden prince resorted to buttering up his difficult brother. Things can't be worse than what it is now. He needed any help he could get, even if it is going to the lion to be devour by it in anger.
So he put on his most naïve, trusting appearance and supplicant to his older brother, humbly lowered his elegant face down for a scolding, for being a bother to the greatest mind.
Groaning outwardly, Feanaro wasn't fooled by his brother's tactics for one second, "I will never be rid of you without answering your questions. So be it." Deflated, the Spirit of Fire perched down on his comfy mahogany chair, readied his pointy ears for a tiresome onslaught of woes and plights, the usual things that Indis' brat whined about. He was so looking forward to thumbing through the catalogues in his short respite from the forge, his inner voice nattered.
"Speak, what are her symptoms?" he commanded imperiously.
With an earnest expression, Arafinwe advanced to his brother's side, his golden head bowed slightly. "I had not noticed Earwen is prone to the attraction of images with numbers on them. To me they are just papers but she absolutely is enamored with them. Most of the time, she hyperventilated after receiving a pile of papers dumped on our front door. And if I did not correspond to her excited state I received a very pointed disproval look from her face, it's as if the entire Arda is about to fall into the realm of blight evil. Nevertheless, a very generous purse overstuffed with gold coins followed by the proffer service of bag carrying always cheers her up, retaining myself in her grace once again. So, plainly speaking, I caved and abided by her dictions, meekly following her wherever she goes without analyzing the root cause of this affliction." The golden haired prince scratched his head in puzzlement, obviously confused by what women want.
Sighed. Feanaro spoke after a brief period of uncomfortable silence, opened up to admit a tiny weakness in the fabric of his erudite life to his lackluster half brother. Nodding in agreement, he spoke with great wisdom.
"Nerdanel has the same problem…I just ignore it to the best of my ability. The sacrifice we have to bear is nothing comparing to the peace and tranquility of a sane, well-managed household. I have learn to live with it, so shall you, Arafinwe, if you want to retain the sanctity of your mind."
Feeling wretched, to be diminished to this by his wife, the eldest son of Finwe snarled. A kindred camaraderie in misery was kindled between the half brothers.
"But her symptoms progressed furthermore to the next level, where I surmised Earwen is in a dire condition. She has fallen into a malady, a desolation brought on by her inability to find satisfaction in merely following the paper trail of pamphlets with numbers. Even the late proliferation of these wretched publications so called 'Season's End Sale' has not uplifted her foul humor. Oh how I wish to revert back to our domestic felicity, of the joy of sharing our minds, sampling life's little delights such as planting roses, slowly preparing delicious food from gourmet recipes, flecking rice off to the circling sea gulls..yadda..yadda…yadda."
Aha, Feanaro knew the resolution to his half brother's problem and the perfect tool for the solution. How lucky for Arafinwe that Nerdanel was not too keen on saving it. She already delved into another level of corrupted consumption, that this little device would sate her desires no more. So be it…..
"BEHOLD!! The wondrous object I decide to bestow on you to miraculously cure your wife's malady instantaneously…." Feanaro's voice boomed, interrupting the distraught youngest half brother's protracted soliloquy.
Arafinwe looked at it reverently, his elegant white hands poised eagerly to receive and caress it.
This relic is a platinum club card from Alqualonde Mirage Outlet. The most exclusive, coveted Platinum Card with sparkly diamonds lined in starburst formation on the card, centering the card is a twinkling sea shell shaped from purple adamant, exuding warmth and soothing delights. The lights radiated from the collected gems were blinding, but also inviting, basking its owner in their special magic, making chosen one feels privileged to carry it around and whip out in a clique gathering for friends to ogle, which is exactly what the creator of it had intended. Only 100 of these cards were issued in the entire Valinor. Let's not get into the rhetoric of how Nerdanel had obtained this coveted symbol of ultimate consumption in the first place; she certainly has extorted it out of her extensive connections.
The golden prince was floored from receiving such a grand gift that he was ready to profess eternal love and devotion to his estranged brother. Ready to heap on thanks, he exclaimed, "By Eru, thou are the grandest, greatest Elda ever lived. If I shall have say in the matters of importance, thy image shall be elated by the purest marble form, then erected out on the forum center for all to worship!! How can I ever thank thee enough!! No deed is as generous and good as thou have done effortless now to ensure the harmony of thou dear brother's household." After much genuflection and bowing, Arafinwe was on his merry way with the precious, shining card safely tucked into his pocket sleeve. He can't wait to uplift his dear wife's foul moods.
Feanaro was finally left in quiet peacefulness, which he took advantage of by sinking down further to his chair with a book covering his elegant face ready to fall into a restorative nap. The bombardment of angst and woes coming from his 2nd least favorite half sibling was overwhelming his sensitive nerves. As he welcomed Lorien's dreams, and tranquility befell his household, he did have an epiphany: this is the closet bonding Feanaro would ever experience with Arafinwe. Even under torture he would deny he possessed a minute tenderness in his heart for his youngest half brother for a fleeting minute.