“Know what would be fun?”
Duilin yawned and looked over at Fingon, who was contemplating both the stars and something else. “Does it involve me?”
“Actually, it does. You, Salgant, myself... and a few others. Maybe Glorfindel, maybe, oh, what was his name...”
“Who?”
“That artist you introduced me to, and his husband. I am certain they would enjoy it.”
“Enjoy what?” wondered Duilin.
Fingon smiled. “Just a... group activity I was thinking of...”
“Then you have to remember Erestor. Glorfindel does not go anywhere without him.”
“No, Erestor would never agree to what I am thinking of.”
Duilin furrowed his brow, and then he figured things out. “You know none of them would do that.”
“I know, but I like to think about it...”
Author's Chapter Notes:
Duilin and Fingon chatting about...