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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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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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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Well if you want REBORN things >D

Gotta make them suffer lol

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Caranthir in the Halls~

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