The Noldor never give up!

Like a red lion cub.

Fëanor looked at his daughter's radiant green eyes. Although he had realized her specialness a long time ago, he had never realized so deeply that she was not like other elves. She was not gentle, but bloody. She was not sweet-talking, but There is a beastly rationality that has no fear of death or pain.

I still didn’t realize what I had done wrong, but it wasn’t that I couldn’t read the atmosphere. I saw that my brother had almost arrived and was still looking ready. I realized the anger of my father and brother, so I happily brought a fishy smell. He threw himself into Feanor's arms and acted coquettishly, saying with an innocent, cunning and cruel tone: "It's the Wolf King! I'll leave the best wolf skin to my father!"

Fëanor was silent for a while, then raised his hand to touch the terrible wound on my forehead. Meccano seemed to have a clue. Will parents suffer for the wounds of their children?

McCano blinked and stood silently outside the crowd, his black eyes extremely rational, as if there was just a drama going on in front of him.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Fëanor asked.

"It's okay." I replied in confusion, "It's normal for the wound to hurt. After all, it's hunting."

Maglor had already expected that Miku would be injured - to be honest, he was prepared for Miku to be seriously injured. He took out the potion and bandage, first treated it hastily, and then knocked it gently. Hit my head.

Caranthir and Celegorm went to look at the pile of wolves. Celegor raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked over with admiration. Caranthir just frowned and said nothing, but Curufin did. Start by saying: "Don't do that next time."

"Stop doing this?" I repeated Curufin's words doubtfully. "What do you mean? Am I hunting alone? I thought I had proven I could hunt on my own?"

Yes, even Celegorn couldn't guarantee that he could win against the Wolf King alone at the age of fifteen, not to mention that Miku faced more than one wolf.

"What he means is that next time you have to tell us first - at least tell Oromi, right?" Maedhros said tiredly. He never thought that his sister would be a more problematic child than his brother.

What's the difference between that and finding a caregiver for yourself?

I curled my lips, but did not refute Maedhros' words.

"Go back," Fëanor said.

I nodded and naturally held Miccano's hand: "Let's go, why are you dazed."

Although I had known for a long time that my relationship with Mecano was not generally good, Fëanor still slapped me hard on the forehead.

I got into Fëanor's workshop again. Since the last hunt, Fëanor no longer prevented me from entering the workshop to experiment, but he is usually very busy, and Curufin often does his own thing, so the basic knowledge is Keller Brippon taught me.

...Oh my God, Celebrimbor is actually the child of my violent fifth brother. Can the difference between father and son be so big?

Moreover, only the fifth brother of mine has a family, which is quite shocking to me.

"Showdown!" I said with bright eyes, "I'm here to watch again."

Celebrimbor wiped his sweat and said hesitantly: "I don't care, but Miku, are your injuries okay? Is it too much?"

"Huh? What kind of injury?" I reacted belatedly and touched the bandage on my forehead, "Oh! It's okay, I would have forgotten it if you didn't tell me."

Just as Celebrimbor was about to say something, Fëanor suddenly came out of the workshop and saw me without surprise - he had come out at the right time and handed me the bow, arrow and dagger in his hand.

"This is for you," Fëanor said concisely. "When you are older, I will give you another sword."

Ahhh, ahhhhh! !

I screamed silently. The golden-red dagger was as solid as iron, with a faint glow of fire. It fit perfectly like my body. I tried to use the dagger, and it felt like the dagger was integrated with me.

I hugged Fëanor fiercely, and Fëanor patted my head.

No matter how stupid I am, I can still feel Valinor's stereotype of female elves. They are always wise and beautiful, as if the bloody smell of fighting and killing cannot touch a corner of their skirts.

I know that I am like an alien, yearning for danger and challenge in my heart, and my innate curiosity will make me do things that other elves cannot understand.

Fëanor pampered me, so I could grow up regardless of the eyes of others.

I put my bow and arrows on my back and hung my dagger on my waist. I looked at Feanor with bright eyes and kissed him on the cheek, expressing my joy freely.

"I'm going to find Meccano!"

I held my face in my hands and couldn't wait for my other self to try out these lovely daggers and bows. I waved to Celebrimbor excitedly: "Wait until I come again next time!"

Fëanor said nothing about the good relationship between Mecanor and I, and just snorted lightly. Celebrimbor smiled and waved, watching me running away like a bird.

(McCanaugh’s perspective)

I stayed in Fingolfin's study as always. Thinking that Miku would come over soon, in order to avoid damaging the things in the study, I left the study and went outside, taking away the money that Miku had given me. A small bag made of wolf skin.

"Ah." I stood still and looked at Finguofin in surprise. I didn't expect to bump into him coming home, "Father."

Fingolfin looked at me, as if he was very surprised that I was going out: "Meccano, do you want to go out for something?"

I'm speechless. You can't say that I got Miku's telepathy and waited for her outside, right?

"Miku asked me to go out to play." I could only twist the truth slightly and said, "I just gave her the small bag made of wolf skin."

Fingolfin obviously knew about Miku's bumper harvest a few days ago. She gave me a wolf as if nothing had happened in front of everyone and let me do with it as I pleased, but I knew she wanted me to make two small, comfortable meals for the two of us. Just a blanket.

Although I have knowledge of textiles, I have not yet started making one, so I first made a small purse to try.

Fingolfin is happy to see the good relationship between me and Miku come to fruition. After all, unlike Fëanor, he still has hopes of reconciliation with Fëanor.

"Romeo~!" Miku turned around playfully and threw herself into my arms, "Look! Atta's daggers and bows!"

Because only the two of us know the story of Romeo and Juliet. The fathers are hostile but the children are close, red is the girl and blue is the boy. There are so many factors that we simply let Romeo and Juliet become our private nicknames.

To be honest, I think Maedhros and Fingon are more suitable for Romeo and Juliet (…)

The sun was shining brightly outside, and the golden-red dagger was shining. It looked good. I thought about it and said, "Besides making the wolf skin into a blanket, there is still some leftover material. Can I sew you a dagger sheath?"

"Okay!" Miku smiled and tossed the dagger up and down, "Don't you want to try your hand?"

I stiffened and waved my hand: "No, no."

I hate all sharp weapons.