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Lake Helevorn 3/6
B2MeM Prompt and Path: “Lost and Found. Green Path.
Format:Fic
Genre: not sure what to put here...
Rating:PG
Warnings:None
Characters: Caranthir, Brellas (OC)
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.
Lost and found.
The twins stayed for seven days, and though they were not back to normal when they left, Carnistir could sense that they were back to communicating with each other through their mental link. It was a start, and a good thing. He would visit them in Estolad anyway. He wanted to make sure that Helwanar was not around.
“Caranthir?”
Brellas was the only one who called him by his Sindarin name, and Carnistir was starting to get used to it. Brellas was learning Quenya, but they communicated mainly in Sindarin.
“What is it, Brellas?”
“You look troubled.”
“I’m merely worried for my brothers.”
They were standing together outside Carnistir’s dwelling, and though the days were still warm, a cool wind rose from the lake. Brellas was shivering, so Carnistir motioned for them to walk around, away from the lake. They reached a small garden, where children would play during the day. It was night, and lovers searching for each other never came to this particular place. Carnistir did when he wanted to think and not be easily found. It reminded him of Tyelkormo, who used to speak with the birds, and of Makalaurë, who used to sing along with them.
“They look so young, and yet their eyes are as old as yours.”
Carnistir nodded. “Mother wanted them to stay in Tirion, but Father didn’t allow it. They took the Oath, but looking at them now I don’t think they understood what it meant.”
“Did you?”
“Not really, but I was old enough to know it would be hard. I was not aware that we would have to… Do everything we did.”
“I spoke with Amrod… the one you call Pityafinwë. He asked questions about many things, the realm, the Dwarves, you.”
“Did you tell Pityo that Aiko came?”
Brellas nodded. “I believed it necessary.”
Carnistir looked at Brellas, and saw something hidden in his eyes. They were friends now, but the kinslaying would always prevent their friendship to develop normally. Either way, Brellas cared for him.
And as always, he doesn’t care if I agree with his actions or not.
“I am fine. Aiko… We were lovers in Tirion, but that ended when I took the Oath. He is my cousin, anyway. Maybe it was for the best.”
Brellas seemed to think about it for a moment, and then spoke, his eyes fixed on some faraway point. “Love is love, Caranthir. If you still love him… I mean not to tell you what to do. It’s not my place. All I want to say is that.” He sighed, and fell silent.
“I don’t know if I still love him. No, I know that I love him, but I’m not one to hope for things that already ended. I have seen love strong enough to overcome this terrible thing that we did.”
“Did your cousin also...?”
“No.”
“Then maybe that is why he cannot understand.”
Carnistir looked at Brellas. “The same way you cannot understand or forgive.”
Brellas looked at him. “It is not the same,” he said, and before Carnistir could react, he left the garden.
Carnistir sat under a tree, thinking of Aikánaro, of Brellas, of everything that had happened since the moment he took the Oath. His father was dead, his mother unreachable in Tirion. His whole world was different now, and he still felt lost, but one day he would find himself again.
Format:Fic
Genre: not sure what to put here...
Rating:PG
Warnings:None
Characters: Caranthir, Brellas (OC)
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.
Lost and found.
The twins stayed for seven days, and though they were not back to normal when they left, Carnistir could sense that they were back to communicating with each other through their mental link. It was a start, and a good thing. He would visit them in Estolad anyway. He wanted to make sure that Helwanar was not around.
“Caranthir?”
Brellas was the only one who called him by his Sindarin name, and Carnistir was starting to get used to it. Brellas was learning Quenya, but they communicated mainly in Sindarin.
“What is it, Brellas?”
“You look troubled.”
“I’m merely worried for my brothers.”
They were standing together outside Carnistir’s dwelling, and though the days were still warm, a cool wind rose from the lake. Brellas was shivering, so Carnistir motioned for them to walk around, away from the lake. They reached a small garden, where children would play during the day. It was night, and lovers searching for each other never came to this particular place. Carnistir did when he wanted to think and not be easily found. It reminded him of Tyelkormo, who used to speak with the birds, and of Makalaurë, who used to sing along with them.
“They look so young, and yet their eyes are as old as yours.”
Carnistir nodded. “Mother wanted them to stay in Tirion, but Father didn’t allow it. They took the Oath, but looking at them now I don’t think they understood what it meant.”
“Did you?”
“Not really, but I was old enough to know it would be hard. I was not aware that we would have to… Do everything we did.”
“I spoke with Amrod… the one you call Pityafinwë. He asked questions about many things, the realm, the Dwarves, you.”
“Did you tell Pityo that Aiko came?”
Brellas nodded. “I believed it necessary.”
Carnistir looked at Brellas, and saw something hidden in his eyes. They were friends now, but the kinslaying would always prevent their friendship to develop normally. Either way, Brellas cared for him.
And as always, he doesn’t care if I agree with his actions or not.
“I am fine. Aiko… We were lovers in Tirion, but that ended when I took the Oath. He is my cousin, anyway. Maybe it was for the best.”
Brellas seemed to think about it for a moment, and then spoke, his eyes fixed on some faraway point. “Love is love, Caranthir. If you still love him… I mean not to tell you what to do. It’s not my place. All I want to say is that.” He sighed, and fell silent.
“I don’t know if I still love him. No, I know that I love him, but I’m not one to hope for things that already ended. I have seen love strong enough to overcome this terrible thing that we did.”
“Did your cousin also...?”
“No.”
“Then maybe that is why he cannot understand.”
Carnistir looked at Brellas. “The same way you cannot understand or forgive.”
Brellas looked at him. “It is not the same,” he said, and before Carnistir could react, he left the garden.
Carnistir sat under a tree, thinking of Aikánaro, of Brellas, of everything that had happened since the moment he took the Oath. His father was dead, his mother unreachable in Tirion. His whole world was different now, and he still felt lost, but one day he would find himself again.