Feanor didn't jump when his son dropped by his side. Maybe that's because there's so much familiarity in that behavior. Celegorm was never the one to sit still. Feanor can see that being forced into such limited space as they have on the train is extremely taxing for his son. In a way, that recent battle was a blessing. He got to spend some of that restless energy. Though Feanor sometimes wonders where he gets it. The fight was exhausting for all save his son. He didn't keep a score but was almost sure that Celegorm obliterated more monsters than anyone else. The villagers were grateful but also quite terrified.
He smiles as he takes the crystal from Celegorm, weighs it in his hand, turns it around to get a better look. None can deny that his son has got a good eye, he brought him a perfect specimen.
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He smiles as he takes the crystal from Celegorm, weighs it in his hand, turns it around to get a better look. None can deny that his son has got a good eye, he brought him a perfect specimen.
"I do too. Very pretty."