Tarion's September Gifts
1. Our Little Secret
For Dawn Felagund, who requested drabbles with happy Feanorians.
Silently, Fëanáro snuck up behind the elfling, lifted him into the air, and placed a swift kiss on his nose. The elfling giggled, then tried to look offended and wiped at his nose. Fëanáro chuckled.
"You do not like me any longer, indyo?"
"I'm too old to be kissed!" Tyelpinquar declared.
"Are you now? That's right, you are sixteen now! How forgetful of me! Perhaps I can amend that. I have something for you."
"For me? What is it?" Tyelpinquar's eyes sparkled.
"Why, 'tis a jewel, made especially for you!"
Fëanáro laughed and whispered, "Aye, but not just any jewel! This jewel you may eat!" He pressed a small chunk of crystal blue sugar into his grandson's hands.
"A jewel you can eat?!"
"Ai, not so loud, indyo. Yes, a jewel you can eat."
Tyelpinquar studied the crystal for a moment, then popped it in his mouth.
"But there is one thing you must do."
"What's that?" the elfling asked.
"This is a top secret project. You must keep it secret," Fëanáro said solemnly. Tyelpinquar nodded, grinning, and put a finger to his lips.
Fëanáro grinned back, kissing Tyelpinquar's nose again. This time Tyelpinquar allowed it.
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