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[handofsilver]

(Housework is rather boring, but it needs to be done. Celebrimbor is setting the rather chaotic mostly-Fëanorian house to rights, frowning faintly at the odd bits and ends he comes across. There really is no explaining his father and uncles, but he loves them dearly.)

Man cerig?

(Of course the shoe in the bathroom has no answer for him. Tutting, he picks it up and tries to determine which of his family members it belongs to. And, more importantly, why there is only one of them.

Quite the mystery! What? Not every day can be filled with sorrow and wonder and madness! Though Celebrimbor's day is about to become a little more complicated based on the playful chitter that follows.)

Elbereth above! What are you? (No, he has never seen a raccoon and this one is rather...large. And animated! But who can blame her - definitely a her - when Celebrimbor spies two little faces peeking out of a cabinet.)

...ah... I think I might need assistance.

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[handofsilver]

(He is holding his breath until Maedhros addresses the mother. Then he cannot help grinning, reaching over to embrace his uncle with one arm.)

I am in agreement. Their little masks are very fetching.

(The mother raccoon begins chittering at them and Celebrimbor softens.) Yes. They don't need to defend themselves here. What do you think? Bread?

[castintofire]

{The hand slips around to drape an arm around Celebrimbor and Maedhros drops a fond kiss to his head.}

And they are cute!

{He chuckles.} Probably the easiest. And water.

[handofsilver]

(Celebrimbor turns his head to nuzzle Maedhros's shoulder, smiling.)

Unfortunately. I do not feel any impulse to push them out.

(He hums, stoppers the sink and fills it with water. The mother raccoon splashes the surface with her paws before wiping her face. He grins.)

Everyone likes to feel fresh.

[castintofire]

{A soft breath of a laugh.}

We have space for little ones, Nephew. And their lovely mother. We can keep them clean, fed, and warm.