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1.
Finwë: "Being a king is so exhausting, and the baby noise give me headaches... I'll just see him from time to time a little until he's older. He'll understand in the future and we have all the time of the world. Surely this won't backfire.
After kidnapping:
Elrond: How strange, I expected him to be more upset and missing his home... but he is so calm.
*Baby angrily focuses* Elrond: what-
*Baby finds blurry face of his Atar and this person close enough*
*Baby looks up in wonder* Elrond: What?
Baby: At-ta!
Elrond: What?! (Thoughts) That was too fast! I haven't even put an enchantment in his mind yet! Finwë WTF!
Elrond later: I've only had Fëanáro for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him... I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.
2.
Elrond: corporate needs you to find the differences between this picture and this picture (one of Finwë, one of Elrond)
Fëanáro: At-ta da At-ta imya pi-gah! (They're the same picture!)
Elrond: *Worried*
3.
The baby is very happy.
Atya is kind. Atya plays with him. Atya passes a lot of time with him now.
Atya gives him lots of warm hugs...
And the best part... when he cries... he doesn't leave...
He comforts him now.
The baby loves this changes... but
The only change the baby disliked... was the food... (used to quality food)
Although in the end he got used to it.
4.
Valar, especifically Oromë and Aulë: Why would we help in searching for a simple baby? That is a problem of the Noldor and the father. [Even though by being in our continent we are responsible of their well being and protection]
The Song: *becomes chaotic and in disharmony*
The Noldor King: Prepare the revolution!! (elves in the back: "yeah!" "as you order, my king!" "Fuck the Valar!"
Valar: *surprised pikachu face*
Meanwhile, baby Fëanáro living his best life, unaware of the chaos.
(ch.1 - Fëanáro's POV)
When he woke up, he found himself wrapped in the same blanket as always, holding his favorite toy to chew on as always, but as he looked around, he discovered that the room was strangely different. He sit up and examined his surroundings with curiosity, when a strange nér entered the room. He wasn’t alarmed though. Since the baby could blurrily remember, he had always been surrounded by strangers taking care of him, moving him from place to place without explanation, and this shouldn’t be different. While the stranger talked to himself with words that where still too complex for him (but he was starting to understand a few more simple ones), he finally noticed the parental bond. There was something weird about it that he couldn't understand, when he normally would just trust that belonged to the one person he instinctively knew had to trust to protect him and take care of him. Still he didn’t freak out, it wasn’t in his nature to be so easily afraid, so he decided to corroborate with his memory. The important person called Atya was a blurry image though, with how little he saw him for some reason that he couldn’t understand either (there where so many thing whose meaning he couldn’t grasp and sometimes it was too frustrating), but still he compared it to the stranger and… there where resemblances, tall, dark hair and what he could remember of the face was similar enough that it convinced him, accepting the bond fully and happily calling out for his Atya, excited that he had come to play with him.
He immediately noticed the changes in the routine. Gone where all the strangers, now there was only Atya and him, but he didn’t mind that, he was actually delighted because his most important person in this big world was constantly by his side, taking care of him and playing with him, it was the best day and he hoped it would continue to be like this. But then, at some point he started to feel uncomfortable, and the need to cry to let the big people know about it and fix it aroused… but he didn’t want to. Each time he started to cry, Atya will go away immediately, leaving him alone with the other people, and that’s not what he wanted right now, he was enjoying the attention, he didn’t want Atya to go away. So he pitifully tried to contain his tears, whimpering a little. Atya notice, of course, but surprised him when he got closer, a worried tone in his voice, looking at him with so much kindness as he rubbed circles in his back, instead of what he always did. Little sobs started to come out, as he still tried and failed to contained them, and then Atya did another surprising thing: he picked him up, embracing him as he make reassuring noises, allowing him to finally cry, and even then, he didn’t leave. And just like that, a small seed of some kind of fear that the child couldn’t understand, was crushed before it could flourish into something complex, being replaced by a seed of security and love in his Atya’s arms.
The baby loved this changes, and in an unconscious decision, he relegated his short previous life to a simple bad dream, embracing his new life fully.
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Meanwhile, a disturbed, worried and rightfully infuriated Elrond really felt tempted to exchange some words with Finwë right now.