Fingon has found himself lacking in a cousinfriend, of late, and that is...not all right. He assumed for a while that he was settling in, and that's all well and good, but with a dangerously influential cousin non-friend wandering about (his name starts with an M too) Fingon can't let it alone any longer ( Read more... )

Fingon is completely oblivious of the recent uproar. Completely. And so has been up to his usual, that is, pacing back and forth on the cliff, sword drawn, waiting. Irritably. At least he's not yelling directly provocative insults this time. Just pacing ( Read more... )

In one sudden and startling stroke of catastrophe, Fingon seems to have lost most/all of his friends. And his sister.

So not on.

He's brooding outside, having just finished practicing, washing his face off with water from the hose and frowning vaguely.

*is - in his room, alone for once, and just curled up on his bed, trying to hide from the persistent hands and voices and figures at the corner of his vision, and hence probably looks asleep, face tucked into his elbow and - fairly pathetic in his curleduptasticness*

*has - been pacing back and forth for a good ten minutes, eventually makes up ( Read more... )

Fingon rather suspects an influx of angry visitors, though he doesn't really know why. It's not like he did anything, or anything. And he knows he's right, too. This is just going to make it a little harder to prove it.

At any rate, he's now sitting in his room, flipping idly through a book and his expression set on his default, lately - vaguely ( Read more... )

Well, that was more or less an unmitigated disaster ( Read more... )

Fingon is feeling better! Clean clothes and family gatherings do things for you!

So he's sitting downstairs and chilling on the couch, flipping without interest through a book and hoping some people show up. Because, after all, it's lovely to see cousins family. Despite the nasty othercousinthings wandering around.