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Lake Helevorn 2/6
B2MeM Prompt and Path: “Animals. Green Path.
Format:Fic
Genre: not sure what to put here...
Rating:PG
Warnings:None
Characters: Caranthir, Amrod, Amras
Pairings:None, but Caranthir and Aegnor were lovers in Tirion.
Creator’s Notes:The Valar, Maiar, Elves, Dwarves, and Men belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit made and no harm intended. I’m just playing with them for a little while.
Summary: A few scenes in Thargelion.
Animals
Ambarussa, both of them, came to Thargelion two days later. They had been hunting for game, and decided to share some of it with Carnistir. He was glad to see them, and they shared the meat and wine with Brellas and Carnistir’s staff. Now they were sitting together in a terrace looking over the lake. The sun was slowly going down, playing with shadows and light as Arien guided it toward the West.
The twins looked better, Carnistir mused. Telufinwë was calmer, though he still looked at any fire carefully, as if making sure it was safe. His now short hair made him look very young, and he looked a little distracted at times. Pityafinwë expression was haunted whenever he thought nobody was looking at him.
Carnistir didn’t dare to reach to their minds without permission. His gift was stronger, but the twins were too fragile right now. He would have to visit them in Estolad sometime. He needed to make sure that they were doing well.
“So you left Laeglas in charge?”
Pityafinwë tensed. “He is perfectly able to take care of everything while we are here.”
“I never said he wasn’t, Pityo. He was of great help while we were in Lake Mithrim.”
He helped you to keep yourself together.
“He knows what we did in Alqualondë,” Pityo added. “We have agreed to work together, though. He will not go back home.”
So they were no longer lovers, if they ever reached that point. Carnistir nodded and looked at Telufinwë, who was petting one of the puppies that had been born in Thargelion. Carnistir liked this one.
Telufinwë looked at Carnistir and smiled. “He reminds me of the puppies in Lord Oromë’s dwelling. They were bigger and stronger, but this little one seems determined to live a good life.”
“And what about you, Telvo?” Carnistir asked. “Are you living a good life?”
Telufinwë froze.
“Was that necessary, Moryo?” Pityafinwë exclaimed.
“Yes, it was, Pityo. What about you? What is the matter with you two?”
Telufinwë looked away. “We are fine, Moryo.”
“Listen, Telvo, Pityo, I can see that you are not fine. None of us can be fine after what happened in Alqualondë, and Losgar. If you don’t want to speak to me, then speak with each other. I can feel how tightly closed your minds are. I can deal with it, but you two need each other.”
“It’s not easy, Moryo,” Pityafinwë said. “Telvo has nightmares, and that Maia, Helwanar lurks in the darkness.”
This was dangerous!
“Have you seen him?”
“He is there,” Telufinwë said. “I can feel him, but he means no harm. He will leave if I ask him to do it.”
“Then ask him!”
Pityo sighed. “He needs him.”
‘More than he needs me’ was implied in Pityafinwë’s words. Carnistir wished that he could keep the twins in Thargelion, but they were safer in Estolad.
“You are not whole without the other,” he said. “You can love or need other’s presence, but you need each other more.”
“And you, Moryo,” Pityo asked. “Do you not feel alone here? I heard that Aiko came. Did you two have a fight?”
Carnistir vowed to find whoever had told about Aikánaro’s visit.
“We argued, and he left. There is nothing for you to worry about.”
“You have Brellas now,” Telufinwë said, letting go of the puppy. The small hound came to rest at Carnistir’s feet.
“Brellas is my counselor and a good friend.”
“Maybe now,” Telufinwë said, “but he cares for you.”
Pityafinwë nodded. “Do not push him away, Moryo. Whatever happened with Aiko, you are no longer together. Give yourself a chance to heal.”
Carnistir said nothing, but picked the puppy and placed it on his lap. They might be right, but he could not find what Brellas meant to him until he was certain that he no longer loved Aikánaro. The twins were right in something. Healing was not an easy thing.
Format:Fic
Genre: not sure what to put here...
Rating:PG
Warnings:None
Characters: Caranthir, Amrod, Amras
Pairings:None, but Caranthir and Aegnor were lovers in Tirion.
Creator’s Notes:The Valar, Maiar, Elves, Dwarves, and Men belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit made and no harm intended. I’m just playing with them for a little while.
Summary: A few scenes in Thargelion.
Animals
Ambarussa, both of them, came to Thargelion two days later. They had been hunting for game, and decided to share some of it with Carnistir. He was glad to see them, and they shared the meat and wine with Brellas and Carnistir’s staff. Now they were sitting together in a terrace looking over the lake. The sun was slowly going down, playing with shadows and light as Arien guided it toward the West.
The twins looked better, Carnistir mused. Telufinwë was calmer, though he still looked at any fire carefully, as if making sure it was safe. His now short hair made him look very young, and he looked a little distracted at times. Pityafinwë expression was haunted whenever he thought nobody was looking at him.
Carnistir didn’t dare to reach to their minds without permission. His gift was stronger, but the twins were too fragile right now. He would have to visit them in Estolad sometime. He needed to make sure that they were doing well.
“So you left Laeglas in charge?”
Pityafinwë tensed. “He is perfectly able to take care of everything while we are here.”
“I never said he wasn’t, Pityo. He was of great help while we were in Lake Mithrim.”
He helped you to keep yourself together.
“He knows what we did in Alqualondë,” Pityo added. “We have agreed to work together, though. He will not go back home.”
So they were no longer lovers, if they ever reached that point. Carnistir nodded and looked at Telufinwë, who was petting one of the puppies that had been born in Thargelion. Carnistir liked this one.
Telufinwë looked at Carnistir and smiled. “He reminds me of the puppies in Lord Oromë’s dwelling. They were bigger and stronger, but this little one seems determined to live a good life.”
“And what about you, Telvo?” Carnistir asked. “Are you living a good life?”
Telufinwë froze.
“Was that necessary, Moryo?” Pityafinwë exclaimed.
“Yes, it was, Pityo. What about you? What is the matter with you two?”
Telufinwë looked away. “We are fine, Moryo.”
“Listen, Telvo, Pityo, I can see that you are not fine. None of us can be fine after what happened in Alqualondë, and Losgar. If you don’t want to speak to me, then speak with each other. I can feel how tightly closed your minds are. I can deal with it, but you two need each other.”
“It’s not easy, Moryo,” Pityafinwë said. “Telvo has nightmares, and that Maia, Helwanar lurks in the darkness.”
This was dangerous!
“Have you seen him?”
“He is there,” Telufinwë said. “I can feel him, but he means no harm. He will leave if I ask him to do it.”
“Then ask him!”
Pityo sighed. “He needs him.”
‘More than he needs me’ was implied in Pityafinwë’s words. Carnistir wished that he could keep the twins in Thargelion, but they were safer in Estolad.
“You are not whole without the other,” he said. “You can love or need other’s presence, but you need each other more.”
“And you, Moryo,” Pityo asked. “Do you not feel alone here? I heard that Aiko came. Did you two have a fight?”
Carnistir vowed to find whoever had told about Aikánaro’s visit.
“We argued, and he left. There is nothing for you to worry about.”
“You have Brellas now,” Telufinwë said, letting go of the puppy. The small hound came to rest at Carnistir’s feet.
“Brellas is my counselor and a good friend.”
“Maybe now,” Telufinwë said, “but he cares for you.”
Pityafinwë nodded. “Do not push him away, Moryo. Whatever happened with Aiko, you are no longer together. Give yourself a chance to heal.”
Carnistir said nothing, but picked the puppy and placed it on his lap. They might be right, but he could not find what Brellas meant to him until he was certain that he no longer loved Aikánaro. The twins were right in something. Healing was not an easy thing.
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