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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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[seawanderer]

It's only because he knows it's half-hearted that he doesn't immediately let go. No, he just tightens his hold for a looooong moment before it gentles again. The snarl makes him feel rather warm, actually!

HOWEVER. Maglor lets out a weary breath and shakes his head before pulling away. "I know not how I was brought there, much less returned. I would not have chosen to return to the Blessed Lands." Middle-Earth? Yes. But not Valinor.

Thranduil must be furious. And probably worried, too. Which lends darkness to his voice. "I would return to their foul island only to raze those fools to the ground for their deeds. Return those captives who wish it to their worlds or bring them here."

[grumpycatanthir]

Caranthir frowns. "Why?"

I'm here, underlies the question, hurt. Am I not enough?.

But he almost purrs at the velvet in his brother's voice, responding to his anger.

"I can send out word to our people."

[seawanderer]

He blinks, frowning. Then thinks, and realization sets in. He internally kicks himself for even hinting his brother, even one, isn't enough.

"Because I left someone there that I would see back in his forests, safely. Or bring here, for he agreed to Sail with me if that was my wish." He would, now, knowing even one brother walks in Life again.

"Moryo, I did not know you had been Reborn." His voice quiets, dropping to be barely heard as he quotes - "'To the everlasting darkness doom us if our deed faileth…'

"We failed."

He reaches out to ruffle fond fingers through his brother's hair, knowing it will only rile him up further.

"Then send it. We will go and show them our might."

[grumpycatanthir]

"You've found someone?"

He settles, with Maglor's assurance, shoving against him.

"You did not. You got Them back." He points out. "You and Nelyo."

And then they almost lost Nelyo but he won't burden Maglor with that knowledge, not when Maglor probably is well aware of how close they came.

He growls at him for the ruffle but his eyes flash, bright and eager and hungry.

"How many should I call up?"

[seawanderer]

"Someone highly unlikely," wry and rue touch his voice, but there is also, at the same time, a fierce love for the elf he'd become bound to. "He steadied me where I might otherwise have become lost."

Maglor scoffs quietly and shakes his head. "I threw mine to Ulmo and Osse. I paid my price." His hands clench before he lifts them to show his brother the horrible scars - better now, through actual tending and a lessening of grief and guilt.

He can guess how bad off their eldest brother had to have been, to have abandoned him.

Ah! How he has missed that flash of those eyes!

"Call upon as many as who will listen."

[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."