Celegorm was normally not hunting in spring because of that the animals had started to get their new offspring, but there was a wild and slightly mad old boar that had caused a lot of trouble for the highway by attempting to slam into the passing cars as attack. No one knew why the boar acted like that, but Celegorm guessed that the boar simply was so old that it had started to become senile.

"That old fellow should have been shot years ago, he was a clever one in his younger days…."

There! The old boar had came to the waterhole which was created in the middle of the stream, since all animals needed to drink eventually. Already having his rifle ready and a good aim, Celegorm managed to shoot the boar. Behind him, Huan came out of the bushes with a dead hare in the mouth.

"Thank you for not being around and instead hunting for yourself further away into the valley, Huan, it would have been a pain if you had gotten attacked."

Taking out a hunting knife, Celegorm hurried to remove the organs and then put the carcass into the stream to cool it off. That way the blood was removed so the bakterica was killed as well and the meat would taste much better later.

Normally Celegorm hunted with bow and arrows, just like his ancestors in old times, but he always had a rifle along just in case, you never knew if it could be needed in self-defense against a wild animal or a something else.

As Celegorm drove back to Formenos, he used a in-ear headphone on his mobile to call his family about that he was soon home. He never used the mobile for texting or normal phone calls while driving, there was enough traffic accidents caused by idiots who tried to drive their cars with only one hand while talking in the mobile and ended up getting killed for it when they lost control, and then crashed into either another car or a tree.

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When Celegorm arrived to the the large family villa owned by his family in the outside of Formenos, he drove over to his own part of the surrounding area. The villa in itself was a massive house with enough room for all the family members and a big number of guests, but Fëanor had offered to build separate cottages on the house grounds if his sons now wanted to move out of the villa but still be close to their parents if there was a emergency of any kind.

"You are welcome to dine with us this evening if you want, Tyelko. Is half a hour enough for you to put the fresh meat into the cold storage and take a shower?"

"More than enough, mom. Is there a nice treat for Huan as well?"

"We accidentally brought a little too much beef from the butcher yesterday, he needed to get rid of a unsold order before it got bad and we thought that Huan could have a taste of what we will eat today, minus the vegetables, spices and gravy, of course."

Celegorm grinned, Nerdanel would sometimes joke like that.

The family dinner was nice enough, even if not all his brothers was home. Some of them was still at work or rather ate in their own cottages.

"Did you manage to deal with that boar?" Fëanor asked his third son, once he and Nerdanel had told about their day.

"Yes, Oromë had originally planned to shoot that old trouble-maker, but he got prevented in the form of Vana having a really big misfortune on that travel home from the dance show in the other end of Valinor she had been taking part in. First her flight home was canceled, and then she could only get about half-way by train before a random cyclist crashed into her from a strongly sloping hill and broke her leg."

Both Fëanor and Nerdanel made a compassionate grimace at those words. Celegorm got along very well with his teacher in hunting and Oromë's wife Vana liked him as well. The sight of the tall, bear-like hunter and his petite ballet dancer to wife was a well-known sight at times in Formenos, especially during the autumn when it was hunting season.

"So Oromë chose to get his little ballet dancer home by car so he knew where she is?"

"Pretty much. Hard to blame Vana for being so upset when she called her husband on the phone and her crying was loud enough for me to hear it too, though, she had planned a summer course in dance for kids in school age over the summer holiday and having a broken leg makes that rather difficult."

Afterwards, they watched the news on the television. Today there seemed to be something celebrity-related:

"...in the moment of speaking, everything suggests a suicide by overdose on sleeping pills…"

"Hm. People does not think much of the darker sides of being a celebrity. I am glad that none of you seven ever chose that career," Nerdanel spoke with a small frown, recalling how Maedhros had been sought out by a model company for his stunning looks and tall height back as a teenager. But his parents had refused it to happen, not wanting their eldest son to be chased by crazy fans who wanted to get into his bed and all that other unpleasant things celebrities had to live with.

"Formenos are enough big for us to not needing to leave to find work. Besides, we know people around and Tirion is...well, not in our taste," Celegorm said. Fëanor nodded in agreement, he and Nerdanel had been born and grown up in Tirion, the largest city in Valinor with a Noldorin population but both had hated city life, instead longing for a more quiet life in a smaller town. When Nerdanel's family had moved to Formenos in the hope of that her father Mahtan's skills as a blacksmith would be better received in a city that was not so super-modern, Fëanor had hurried to pack whatever he had wanted to bring along and follow after them all by his own, not wanting to end his apprenticeship with Mahtan simply because of that move.

"That reminds me. Any news from Fingolfin or Finarfin laterly?"

Fingolfin and Finarfin was the sons of Indis, a female friend of Fëanor's widowed father Finwë. There had once been talk of romance between them, both having lost a spouse to death caused by some incurable illness, but they had merely remained friends and instead encouraged their sons to be friends too.

"Only that Finarfin second son Orodreth will move with his family to Formenos this summer. He liked to work at the local hospital here and he also want his daughter Finduilas to be free from the unwanted attention of some badly infamous youth that have his eyes on her."

Celegorm made a face.

"That kind of "bad boy" who believes that he is a ladykiller to make girls fall for his charms or just a plain stalker?"

"Later one," Fëanor confirmed with a look of disgust. Even if Orodreth was no relative by blood, he had realized the need to get Finduilas away from that creep and why not mention that there was a need of a new doctor who was specialist in allergies at the local hospital in Formenos, with a large apartment as part of the employment?

Suddenly, the laptop was making a ringtone as a signal that there was someone on the videophone.

"That signal is Fingolfin, right? Why does he call this late in the evening?"

Based on that Fingolfin still wore his police uniform when Fëanor opened the videophone so the screen was acting like a camera, he must have arrived home from work not long ago.

"Hello, Fingolfin, everything alright?"

"Oh, cut the greetings and answer a few question I need you to answer, Fëanor. Your family are still part of the foster family system despite the one-year break last year, right?"

Now this was not really what they had expected.

"Yes, we planned to send out a message to the the local authorities that our house is open to a new foster child again this summer, tomorrow. Is there a child in need of a foster family, related to a case for you?"

"Did you see the evening news? That dead celebrity is Luthien Tinuviel, who had a short career as a teenage idol singer about twenty years ago. That career was cut short seventeen years ago, when a secret boyfriend of hers was killed with a gun by a fanatic fan who did not want to view her as a living person, only a saint of songs and music…"

Celegorm got a nervous feeling about how Fingolfin talked.

"Please do not tell me that she actually was pregnant at that time and have managed to hide a child from the media attention all those years?" the silver-blond hunter asked, to which his uncle in all but blood signed as response.

"Sadly true. The boy, named Dior Eluchil after his maternal grandfather Thingol's birth name, have lived his sixteen years of life in isolation at one of the summer houses owned by the grandparents, home-schooled and rarely meeting those of his own age. Unfortunately, it is bad with his family situation, his grandfather died unexpectedly in a heart attack two years ago at a conference with the management of the company he owned and the boy's grandmother is in a nursing home since last autumn from a horrible stroke. Apart from some distant relatives he barely have met at all, Dior have no one who can take care of him and help him adjust to the real world."

Fëanor realized why Fingolfin had called his family about this case. Formenos was less modern than her sister-cities because it was so far north, a good distance from any media that could try and find out about the son Luthien had hidden from the world. The woods close to Formenos could perhaps help the orphaned teenager to find peace in nature as well.

"Anything special we need to know about him? Allergies, some illnesses he might need medicine for?"

"The hospital at my place is working on finding that out. I will give more details tomorrow whe I know more. Thanks a lot for the help."

At hearing the calling voice of his own wife Anarië in the background, Fingolfin closed off the videophone.

"Well, seems like we might get a new foster son again. Celegorm, can you help me call your brothers and request a family meeting here tomorrow evening? If Dior is going to live with us, we must ensure that everyone know," Nerdanel requested, as she went to find her own mobile. Celegorm was already about to call Maedhros, understanding the need of a family meeting.