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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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[grumpycatanthir]

"You deserve someone good." Caranthir grumbles sulkily, unhappy that he won't get a chance to give a shovel speech.

"Yeeeeeeeees." He nods. "And to throw it away, you had to get it back first." Duh, is implied. "So you succeeded. The Oath never said you had to KEEP it. Just get it back." DUH.

Caranthir straightens, nodding, eager, answering to his brother's need. "We can be ready in days. But how will we get there?"

[seawanderer]

"He is," he murmurs.

And then he freezes, feeling like he's been sucker-punched by Morgoth himself. "When did you get this wise, Moryo?" His voice is suddenly rough with shock when he finally speaks. If only they'd realized it sooner...

But he shakes himself and turns his mind to the problem of finding the way to Duplicity. "There are some people I will speak with. They might help me convince a certain Vala into aiding us." Read: harass and manipulate until Namo gives in (or Vaire nudges him into allowing it).

[grumpycatanthir]

"I spent several decades being dead." He says dryly. "Not much else to do but think."

Vaire is always available for tea~

"You should talk to Grandmother, in that case. Both our grandmothers."

[seawanderer]

Just for that, Caranthir gets another hair ruffle! "Then I am glad for your wisdom." Even when he teases, there can be no doubt of the love between them.

Clearly he must go have tea with Vaire then! Even if the idea makes his knees go weak with uncertainty.

And then the last bit sinks in and he ends up staring at Caranthir again. "Both?"

[grumpycatanthir]

He gets another growl for the ruffle, but there's a very clear pleased blush on his cheeks.

"Mmhmm." He nods. "Grandmother Miriel weaves in Vaire's Halls." He informs him.

"She likes peach tea."