Characters: Fëanor, Amras
Warnings: fluff and angst,
Words: ~ 2100
Summary: It was a wet and grey morning, on which Fëanáro had decided to surrender himself to the dull task of reviewing his students essays.
Notes: I've never written so much before for the Tolkien Fandom. I love it, but it always takes so long. So, Feanor and his youngest son with some fluffy hurt/comfort. Amras is around 5, in human years.
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