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[grumpycatanthir]

I mean far be it from me to cause more
drama in this family full of
pretentious princes but I think I
could solve our cash flow
problem if you lot would STOP
KILLING MY BUSINESS PARTNERS.

- Morifinwë ‘Caranthir’ Carnistir, to his brothers, cousins, and assorted followers, the Silmarillion, on more than one occasion.

 

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[canien]

There's something in the air that has Canien ill at ease even as she rides with her father's men to the land of Doriath. Something bad is about to happen, and the same something urges her to leave.

But she waits, thinking hard about what to do. When they make camp, she goes to Caranthir's tent, ostensibly to give a report. They've done a fair job at keeping the truth from everyone about who she belongs to.

She's tempted to throw it to the wind now, beg him to leave with her. But she knows he won't. Instead, she waits until they are alone with the tent flap down, giving them as much privacy as any camp can give. Then goes to her father and leans against him.

"It is time." There are many, many things she could say. This seems the safest. She trusts him to understand. But there is anger and pain touching her voice, along with frustration that she can't help now.

[grumpycatanthir]

Caranthir has grown darker and darker of mood, of late, the Oath stirring in his thoughts far too often. When his brothers returned from Nargothrond, and roused Maedhros into a towering fury, and Maglor into icy silence, Caranthir did not speak up, neither for, nor against. But more and more often, he has locked himself in his room to brood, and his tempers have become more uncertain.

He looks up with a scowl at the interruption, but softens when he sees who it is, shifting to make space for her beside him.

"........Probably." He growls.

[canien]

For all his temper and all his darkening moods, he has never mistreated her. Even when she takes such liberties as this! Angry and foul the storm cloud around him might be, it does her no direct harm.

"If I am wrong, I will see you again when this war is over." So she wraps her arms around her father. One last time.

[grumpycatanthir]

One last time, and Caranthir pulls her close, memorising the smell and feel of her.

"I do not think it will be wise for you to return." He admits. "Even if I make it out - you need to renounce us entirely, Canien."

[canien]

She curls into his arms, tucking herself close to do the same.

"I said after. Once it is all done."

Well if you want REBORN things >D

[canien]

Whether Caranthir expects to not have anyone waiting for him when he walks out of Namo's Halls or not, there is at least one person there.

Someone who is...

Well.

Expecting.

Only a few months along, but it's still clear to anyone with eyes. For this reason alone, there are two horses waiting patiently, calmly grazing while she's perched on a rock until she sees her much missed father.

"Atto."

lol

[grumpycatanthir]

Caranthir has taken a surprisingly short time in the Halls - or well, surprising to anyone who didn't know him. He's always been the practical one. Not dreamy Maglor or wild Celegorm, or viciously cunning Curufin. Not even Maedhros, a politician from the day he was old enough to reason, or the too-young and easily led Ambarussa.

No, Caranthir knew what he was doing then, and in the Halls once his rage was exhausted, he had set himself to healing with the same grim determination he set to anything he truly wanted. There's someone he needs to see.

(Aegnor can stay and droop about being parted from Andreth. Haleth would have kicked his ass if he'd used such an excuse.)

He isn't expecting her - but he lights up to see her all the same.

"Canien!"

XD

[canien]

Such is her father. Once he sets his mind to something, he gets it done one way or the other if it can be done. She knew that if it were possible, he'd be Reborn. And since Elladan had decided to Sail, she'd come with him. Of course she'd aim to be there when her father walks back to life.

She feels a bright smile form and doesn't fight it, only standing to go to him, immediately reaching out to wrap her arms around him.

"You have been missed."

[grumpycatanthir]

"My jewel." He murmurs, pressing her close in his arms.

"I missed you too, daughter. I am so glad you are safe."

He pauses and pulls back, raising an eyebrow at her.

"And I see you have... news for me."

What is this... this... this.

[canien]

Even Elladan's arms don't feel quite this safe and secure. She'd only forgotten just enough until now. She lets herself burrow a little into her father's embrace until he pulls back with that look and that question.

Her smirk is amused and delighted and also so very much like Caranthir.

"The most obvious is as you see. In about half a year you will be a grandfather." Welcome back to life?

The smirk softens though with her next statement.

"My husband wished to give me this moment with you, though he is eager to meet you."

Gotta make them suffer lol

[seawanderer]

One day, after certain Feanorions had been Reborn (aka drove Namo crazy until he released them) someone else appears where Caranthir has taken up residence.

Someone familiar to him, only dressed... very oddly. And with a collar around his neck. Barefoot, hair loose of all braids and ornaments, not even a harp or blade at his side.

And a very perplexed expression that grows quickly to alarm as Maglor looks around. Alarm, which then turns to dismay...then resignation and a bit of anger.

XD

[grumpycatanthir]

It had surprised everyone that Caranthir had been one of the first Released. And then further surprised by him making polite, if clipped, formal apologies, and then promptly moving into a little house near the cloth markets and all but vanishing from public view.

(rumor varies from writing his memoirs to planning a breakout of Mandos)

(they aren't entirely wrong about his memoirs, but they are wrong about his medium)

(it pleases Grandmother Miriel greatly)

"Maglor?!?"

He stares from his loom.

"What the fuck are you wearing? Or not wearing! You're not even half dressed!"

[seawanderer]

Maybe not everyone. If there was only one brother he'd pick as being the first to leave, it would be Caranthir. Stubborn and straight-forward in what he wants, this brother is just too practical in an oft-scary way.

The tapestries catch his attention first before his brother's voice sinks in and draws attention to his attire - or lack thereof. He could scramble to cover up, but what would be the point? The most important bits are covered. Which...

Maglor draws some semblance of dignity about him by the time he glances over at his brother, then down at the gauzy robe and barely thicker trousers.

"I've been ordered to wear less at times, this is positively decent for where I just was."

[grumpycatanthir]

"WHAT" He yelps jumping to his feet and grabbing for a throw to shove at him.

"You're a fucking Prince of the Noldor who the fuck is ordering you!"

[canien]

Caranthir hadn't been reborn by the time Canien Sailed West. It had taken eavesdropping to learn, but more, she knew it in her heart.

She was gifted land, thanks to Elrond's kindness, and she'd built a home for herself on it. A beautiful small house with a garden, one end bordering a river. She's rarely there though. She goes on hunts, and explores this new home as her heart aches for those left behind. But so too for those who promised to follow, when it was their time.

Canien is on one of her longer hunts when her heart tells her of Caranthir's rebirth, but it is still months before she gets back and goes hunting for where her father had ended up. Her identity's truth remains misted, and so finding him is more a challenge than she'd wished for.

But she doesn't give up. Ever. Not now. So eventually, dirty, travel-stained, and on a grumpy, tired horse, she makes her way up the rough path he'd carved into his land. She let's her mount drink from the river, knowing even grumpy that it won't abandon her. Then turns to trudge up to where she expects to find her father - in the field on the other side of the parcel of land. In the orchard she can smell.

Orange trees! Neither of them liked the fruits themselves...but Haleth had.

[grumpycatanthir]

He's alone, and damnit he likes it that way, go the fuck away Curvo!!!!

The trees he babies, out there every day, rain or shine. He's entirely focused on carefully trimming them back, and doesn't notice Canien's presence at all.

[canien]

Grumpy! Just like her beloved horse! But then, that's what she'd looked for when she was looking for a mount, wasn't it? Grumpy, stubborn, and utterly resilient.

Canien feels herself able to breathe just a little easier, seeing him work on the trees with such care. Better than to cry on him, though perhaps that is just through stubborn will to hold them back.

Instead, she pulls out a tool to start helping, checking over each branch before moving in tandem. As if they do this every day and she'd just been off playing for a little while.

[grumpycatanthir]

He doesn't notice, at first, she falls in so easily with him. But it's when she hands him a clipper that he freezes, blinking at the clipper and then tracking up towards...

"Canien?" He croaks, eyes wide and disbelieving.

Caranthir in the Halls~

[grumpycatanthir]

Death had been almost a relief, once Caranthir healed enough to realise he was, indeed, dead.

(There was, if he is honest, several extremely bad... months? days?... periods of time - where he had NOT been sure that he was dead and... it was messy, and he much prefers not to think about it)

Of course, once he was healed enough to (1) realise he was dead (2) not need to cling like a child to his father or his brothers...

He ran.

Of course, he'll deny utterly that he ran.

He just

Beat a strategic retreat.

That's all.

Too many people, too many questions he didn't want to answer

HE LIKES BEING ALONE ANYWAY SCREW YOU HE'S NOT HIDING HE JUST LIKES THIS NICE QUIET CORNER OF THE HALLS JUST FINE GO AWAY.

[haldaughter]

She'd been waiting for a very long time. Trying Namo's patience, surely, but she'd been granted this one favor. She wasn't budging until she'd had her way.

Her prickly husband was just...delayed. Even after she knew he'd died - she knew, for she watched the tapestries unfold as they were woven and displayed around the Halls.

It's one of the newest tapestries that she's plopped herself down before that she has the impression of running feet heading her way. The sense that she needs to follow...as they run right past her. She'd know that form anywhere. Eyes snapping in annoyance, she pushes herself into a run - familiar enough by now to know she just has to wish to be fast enough to be fast enough.

"Get back here" she snarls. As if she's not worried over her Caranthir's behavior. "Don't make me grab you by the ear." because she will.

[grumpycatanthir]

"What...?" Caranthir stumbles to a halt, turning.

"Haleth? What are you doing here?"

[canien]

Pain. A breath of fire and pain.

Her last.

And then...she stands before someone out of lore. Scolding her for being so reckless - she shouldn't have died so soon. Yet her choice (not that she recalls ever being formally given it) to be counted among the Eldar granted her this joy.

To be judged by the Valar. By Mandos himself!

Even soul-sore and aching though, Canien is the product of two stubborn people. It helps support her, keeping her on her feet. It has her arms cross, stubborn, over her chest as she stares impassively back. Why fear someone who is angry she died?

Only her father has any right to lecture her like this.

[grumpycatanthir]

He hadn't been trying very hard, in Doriath. It had been a foolish idea, but it was the only road forward, and they had all known it. But there's a difference between "not trying his best" and...

well.

Agony, unexpected, unguarded against, down the one family bond he wasn't expecting

(Not Canien, no no no not his daughter he sent her away she's supposed to be safe!!)

Caranthir doesn't even feel the blade that goes through his stomach, his fea already trying to pull itself loose, because the one thing Haleth left him, the one precious thing he had left, it's gone, she's gone, what point is there if she's gone?

He's expecting Eternal Darkness, but no, no, not until he sees her first, not until he finds out.

Don't... don't

"Don't talk to my daughter like that!"

He somehow gasps out, and he's between her and ... is that Namo?

[canien]

She swallows past a sudden lump in her throat when suddenly her father is right there. Protecting her, as always. Even in death, now.

Her doing?

Maybe. She knows they have a bond strong enough.

Namo's eyeing them both, and she glares right back at him. Daring him to deny her father his rights, even now. But finally, the Vala steps away and invites them with a gesture to a perhaps more private place for the scolding she figures she deserves.

Canien makes herself available for her father to lean on if he chooses, looking away from the Vala as if he's...well. Nothing. Unimportant.

[grumpycatanthir]

He... he's dead? He must be dead.

"Don't... take her away."

He gasps out, swaying back against her support and hating his weakness.

But Namo doesn't Doom him for anything, only beckons them away to another room, a quieter place, where it's just them, and he's so confused