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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]

She leans against him, settling under that hand. Too familiar to do any less. Presses into the gentle, fond touch.

"I promised too many people that I would Sail when my heart told me it was time."

A sly smirk touches her lips. "Including my husband, who has made the same promise." Even though he hasn't done so yet, and it itches at her mind and heart constantly.

The curse of Half-Elves, perhaps.

[grumpycatanthir]

For all the roughness of the hug, this touch is gentle, wondering.

"I am g....wait. Husband?"

WHAT.

[canien]

The laughter bursts from her, helpless and bright at his delightful reaction to her little bombshell.

Her head drops to his shoulder as she gives herself permission to finally laugh. Wiping her tears that had changed to mirth, she grins, lifting her head to peer at her beloved father.

"Yes. My husband. Whom I hope will not meet a horrible end as soon as he arrives." I n n o c e n t

[grumpycatanthir]

He scowls, attempting to be as fearsome as possible.

"That will remain to be seen based on how he arrives."

FINE HE GUESS HE WILL BE... NICE.

[canien]

Oh she has missed him.

"What way would see his head removed from his neck?"

Maybe she can find a way to warn her Elladan so he can...attempt...to avoid that fate...

Even if knowing him...he'd probably find a way to make sure that's how he arrives. What better challenge?

[grumpycatanthir]

"Hm." He pretends to scowl deeper.

"I suppose if you vouch for him..."

[canien]

Her eyes sparkle at him.

"I do. Plus he is one of lord Elrond's sons. I know two of your brothers would sulk if you hurt him."

Not to mention she would be less than happy! Though there are days she thinks her beloved deserves such smacking over the head...

[grumpycatanthir]

"Ah, making life difficult for me!" He flicks her nose fondly.

"Very clever. That's my daughter."

[canien]

That earns him a decided smirk, between the complaint, the nose flick, and then the praise.

"I wish never to disappoint you." Meaning of course she's clever! She is very much her parents' daughter.

And a survivor.

[grumpycatanthir]

"You never could." He promises her.

"Even if you had changed your mind and followed after your mother, I would have grieved you, but I would not have been disappointed. We raised you to know your mind, Canien - and you have made me proud, and I am sure your mother also."

[canien]

That earns him a sweet smile and tighter embrace.

"I truly believe you will approve of Elladan. He reminded me of the joys of life, after I'd near forgotten them. He reminded me who I am. I could do no less than love him."

[grumpycatanthir]

He hugs her back and huffs.

"If you think so well of him I suppose I will have to as well, eh?" He murmurs, and presses a kiss to her hair.

"He must be a very good elf."

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]

She grins at that huff. She'd missed it more than she'd ever have expected.

"You will have to meet him and decide for yourself. He will probably grate on your poor nerves though." Because her Elladan just loves poking at buttons to see what they do.

But her grin softens to something sweeter. "He is."

[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]

"Hm." He raises an eyebrow at her.

"Did you pick him specifically to give your poor father heart attacks, is that what I am hearing?" He teases, and cups her cheek fondly.

"If you love him, then I am sure I will adjust."

[canien]

Her eyes are a bit too bright to be completely innocent, even as she leans into the hand on her cheek.

"Who am I to deny my heart's other half?"

A beat.

"Making my beloved father's heart explode is only a bonus."

Canien grins, unrepentant. "Of course you will."

[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]

"I knew it!" He declares and smiles, tugging at her hair.

"Terrible little scamp."

[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

[canien]

She smirks, ignoring the tug at her hair other than swatting at it.

"I am your daughter. Born to make your life interesting."

[canien]

"He won't," she tells him stubbornly. "I won't leave you."

Canien wraps her arms around him, holding him up, and helps him to the private room where they can sink down onto a few cushions and shake from reaction of rather violent deaths.