Nerdanel glared as Fëanor took the cloth napkin that had been around baby Maedhros's lower half and was carrying it not in the direction of the waste bin, but towards his forge.
"Fëanáro, where do you think you're going with that?"
Fëanor beamed proudly. "To my workshop, of course."
"...why."
He gave her a confused look and then pushed the used napkin towards her. "Isn't it wonderful?"
"What."
"I'm going to bronze it!"
Nerdanel facepalmed, and then her hand slid down her face as she shook her head. "Curufinwë Fëanáro Finwion, you can't bronze that."
"And why the Hells not?"
"Because..." She gestured vaguely with her hands. "Just because our firstborn did... a thing... doesn't make it art!"
"But he created! Look, it even has a shape!"
"...It's the shape of a baby poo." She pointed at the napkin, and the waste bin. "Fëanor no."
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