So, I’m not joking now. The younger brother is still lost. A person who will find him will be rewarded (seriously, whatever you want – arts, merchandise, coffee, etc). A portrait is attached.

Special signs: he makes a first impression like an idiot-boy (do not be fooled, he is hellishly smart, but carefully disguised) and a cutie (also a lie, he is such a monster and a bully), handsome, charismatic, easy-going. It responds to the names “Findecano”, “Fingon”, “Astaldo”, “The Brave one”, “Prince of All Noldor and the mother of heroic rash acts.”

Why do I need a brother? To love. To be friends. To walk together. To pamper. To ride a horse. To go with him on vacation. To play and, maybe, to swear. In general, for everything for which brothers are needed at all. It’s actual, until I will say that I found him.