"You could have removed your raiment you know... It would have been easier than having to explain Atani why you arent an Elf with dubious fashion taste."
"And deprive them from my wonderful fana? nay Mairon I most certainly would not." Ossë declares in a pompous voice. Mairon rolls his eyes. "Beside, perhaps this is indeed high time for the folks of Endórë to remember we haven't given up on them."
Mairon's snort is all shade of undignified and before long he is doubling down laughing.
"Has Irmo ensnared me once more in one of his mind fuckery?"
"Oi I was serious." Ossë purses his lips, displeasure etched over his features. "Stop laughing Mairon. I will punch your stupid shifty face."
Mairon, on his part, feels certain he hasn't laughed this much in thousands of years.
"You still don't believe in my Great Plan don't you?"
Mairon wipes tears at the corner of his eyes, and still chuckling sends a dangerous smirk at his brother. "You mean the one you think Manwë hasn't subtly encouraged you to take part in by using reverse psychology? Or the one where you try to have me forge mysterious items with the Dwarves so I am suddenly reminded how much joy it is to forge with Aulë?" He will not even bring Amarëa but his point was made.
Ossë's eyes flash dark for a moment.
"The one where I don't allow your soul to be cast back to the Darkness. No matter how much you seem to think you want it."
"Now, now brother who is sentimental now?"
In retrospect, he can understand why sudden icy waters pour above his head thoroughly drenching him. Ossë really was an ass.
TL: So speaking of Alex who's sitting to your right, what did he bring to this particular project? I mean some might say you stole him from Divine Fits in a way [...] let's talk a little bit about Alex since he's sitting right there.
AF: How can you steal what's yours?