The claim you had upon those jewels was void because of your horrible deeds to reclaim them. It burned your sons hands. Not mine though~ *holds up his perfect shiny hands*

"If you don't back up I will literally go get Melian." Melian is the only one allowed to pin him against a wall >:I

"Yes but you aren't a gentleman if you hit a lady."

"How typical of you. So carelessly violent."

"Two very incorrect statements."

Why is it so hot in here suddenly? "I'd bow to Morgoth first."

"Says the one holding a blade to an innocent man's throat and who also refuses to arm himself." G l a r e

"What makes you say that Littlefinwë?"

"It better be hard and rough the way I like it."

:o Frienwë appears "Greetings friend. Would you care to join me in my garden with a glass of wine?"

Frown "He started it... and he murdered my grandson..."

"You don't say."

Sigh "I'm sorry Finwë. There's just been a lot going on lately and it's starting to stress me out."

*eating a crumpet*

He wakes up early in the morning and gives a big yawn. Then he rolls over and gives Melian a loving hug. -Except it's not Melian and it's actually a bunch of pillows tied together to look like her form under the blanket. "WAIT-"

Fëanor boutta catch these fists