Fingon leaned against the door of his sister’s room. “Can I come in here?”
“Turgon annoying you?” asked Aredhel. When Fingon nodded, she patted an empty spot on the vanity bench. He came in and sat down. “You should ask Ada for your own room.”
Fingon shrugged and watched his sister concentrate on her reflection as she applied rouge. “What do you do with this?” he asked as he picked up a small black stick wrapped in linen from a tray on the counter.
“Here, let me show you.” Aredhel took the item from him. Holding his chin, she used used the makeup to accent his eyes. “There. Take a look.”
“Oh... I like it,” he grinned.
“Do NOT let Ada see it,” warned Aredhel.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Aredhel, Fingon