Finwë smiled, a rare occurrence which lit up his handsome face.
"Forgive me, Mistress Aman. I have this rather... irritating tendency to forget that I'm in a public place when I get into serious discussions. This will not happen again. Did you mention horses? You are speaking to a Noldo, mellon nin. We adore horses. They usually tend to subdue our rather suicidal tendencies."
Aman laughed, and picked up the two mugs sitting on the table, taking them to the kitchen to be washed. Sindahir chuckled along with her. The invisible wall between the two had finally been broken. The glance that they shared suddenly had new meaning. They had each found a new friend.
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But Melkor also was there, and he came to the house of Fëanor, and there he slew Finwë King of the Noldor before his doors, and spilled the first blood in the Blessed Realm; for Finwë alone had not fled from the horror of the Dark.
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