#probably aredhel rubbing off on him

[sesamenom]

realized the @blumineck pose was perfect for celegorm so here he is!

[procrastinationonvacation]

I hope you’re well! I can’t remember whether I sent you another ask or not (I have a terrible memory) so feel free to ignore this, but would you very kindly share your headcanons on Curufin? I love him very much.

- Captain Anon

no you didn’t send one, but that’s ok, we love you anyways!

you know who we dont love quite so much? Curufin. (like as a person, as a character he’s cool)

Anyways imo his character arcs kinda “yay cool person! go go go!! wait.. wait hold up. Child stop. No. Bad. WHY WOULD YOU- oh ok they’re dead now.”

Happy times: We’re keeping the puns thing. Why? because I get to make more puns this way.

Ok can confirm Curufin’s word smithing idea came from feanorianethicsdepartment. So credits to them for that. What I imagine is that while Neylo may have spent his time learning politics, Curvo’s the one who’s been searching for double meanings, who spent their early life digging through the under currents of speech. I imagine he forms his sentences hand picking each word for just the right Diction. For that reason, he’s probably buddies with Maglor.

Speaking of buddies, he’s obviously very close to Celegorm, so through him I imagine he associates with, but isn’t necessarily close to Aredhel. He also met Finrod through them, in the sense that Celegorm and Aredhel are the Unhinged outdoors people and Curvo and Finrod are slightly less happy with mud. They also share a love for language, so that’s nice too. In the blessed realm, their relation ship kinda boils down to: “If I didn’t hate you so much, you would be my best friend” “aww thanks”

I think Feanor isn’t a very trusting person at any point, and this kinda rubbed off onto Curufin. I think he’s one of those people who does very well running off competition, so a familial rivalry is something he’d enjoy. Once Feanor stops trusting the cousins at all, I think Curvo ends up in a tight spot. He’s used to siding with Feanor (I think all the brothers are, but especially him) and he’s used to having to defend that “feud” with the other families. He might not quite believe that the Nolofinweans are trying to supplant anyone, and certainly the cousins he’s friends with (namely Finrod and Aredhel) aren’t, but he doesn’t know Nolo, not like he knows his father. And Feanor’s never wrong, right? So he starts looking for those hidden agendas his father sees, and if you manipulate what people have said enough, there’s *always* a hidden agenda. The thing is I imagine Fingolfin and co (and really most everyone) aren’t polishing every word out of their mouth to be innocent of any second meanings because, in a world of fairly consistent peace, why would you? Unless you’re a particularly dedicated poet (like Maglor, Finrod, etc) or Curufin.

Parenting wise, I assume he was a good parent bc Celebrimbor a) learned smithing too and b) went with him to middle earth. Im also head canoeing that Celebrimbor picked up puns from him, so. good parent. Cool uncle Celegorm. Yes.

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uh sad, later part of life? Shit person.

I think the oath kinda changes how the whole family thinks, and twists them into different people.

The defensive and loyal love from before changes to being possessive and selfish. He starts picking people’s words apart in order to throw them back into their faces, sharp and cruel. I do not like later in life Curufin (though I do feel bad for him) so I’m just not gonna dwell on it.

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anyways, thank you so much for the ask. I am doing well, though I’m a little busy, and hope you are too. Have a great day!! (i just realised I wrote my intro as “we” and uh.... *gollum vibes intensify*

[saelwen]

The Last Dragon

Daenys Targaryen x Glorfindel

Crossover: Game of Thrones and LOTR/Hobbit

Chapter21

Masterlist

Summary: After Daenery’s death, her daughter Daenys, flew away with Drogon. Feeling lost without her mother beside her, but what will happen when Daenys find a portal that will lead her to a certain world, where dwell elves, dwarves, humans and other races

Warnings: Fluff

Words: 2k

The sound of water dripping made me stir on my sleep. Frowning my brows, I open slowly my eyes and the first thing I saw was a beautiful ceiling, decorated with vines and white flowers. Where am I? A soft delicate voice hummed around the room, I turn my head to the side and saw the back of a slim figure. It was a woman, with beautiful long blond hair made up in two loose braids that had the same vines and flowers of the ceiling, wrapped tightly in her hair.

She was wearing a flowing grey dress, that reminds me of the cool water of Rivendell. Around her small waist was a gold belt that had some bottles hanging there.

A groan escapes from me as I try to sit up, my vision still a little blurry. The woman stops humming and turns back, looking at me with a bright smile “Your wake!” her voice full of delight.

I put my hand on my head and rubbed softly, as I lift my gaze a gasp falls from my lips. The woman, who was now walking towards me, was Estë, wife of Irmo, one of The Valar.

She was known to be the Goddess of healing, I know this because I always see her in the garden of Lórien, catching some herbs and Aredhel told me once.

“How do you feel? Any dizziness?” she asks me a while taking of the cold cloth off my forehead. I put my hand on my belly as I remember the events from yesterday “Where’s my husband?” i blurt out, my eyes full of concern. She smiles and points to the corner of the room.  

I follow her finger and see a golden-haired ellon sleeping peacefully on a very uncomfortable chair. “He’s been here the two days that you were at sleep. Never leaving your side.” my eyes bulge out as she said those words “Two days?!” I say with wide eyes. She lets out a chuckle and nods “Yes...With all the stress of the war and the news of the babies, your body shut down...It was a trouble to bring you here. Your dragons didn’t let anyone get near you except Glorfindel.” a small smile appears on my face. My sweet children...

She helps me sit up and stroke softly my cheek “Your babies are fine, very healthy... I advise you to take it slowly and do not put much stress on you.” I nod and look down to my stomach, rubbing gently my flat belly. You are yet to be formed but I love you already...my babies.

I hear a groan coming from the corner of the room, turning my head back I saw my husband starting to wake up. I smile as his ocean blue eyes met mine “Daenys!” he whispers a while running to me, enveloping his strong arms around me “Are you okay? What happened?” he blurts out, checking me up, trying to see if I had any injury. Didn’t Estë or Varda told him about the babies? Confused, I look to Estë but she only gives me a smile “Well, I will leave you two alone so you can talk in private.” with that she leaves the room.

He grabs my hands and squeezes softly “Daenys? What's happened out there?” his voice was full of concern. I lift his hands and gave a kiss on each one, smiling softly to him “Well, Estë told me that I fainted because of all the stress and of the news that Queen Varda told me...” he looks to me confused, “What do you mean? What news?” I smile nervously to him. I hope he doesn’t faint!

I pull his large hand and put it on my belly “Well...it looks like we are going to be parents.” I say quietly.

There's a long silence, I look up, afraid of his reaction but I was met with a huge smile on his face, almost splitting his face in two. His eyes were full of tears, he picks me up and spins me around gently“We’re having a baby?! I’m going to be an Ada?” his voice was full of happiness and excitement.

I let out a laugh and cup his face softly in my hands “Yes...and we’re having two babies.” with my words his eyes widened, tears running down freely “Twins?!” I nod, feeling my own tears rising up. He puts me down and pulls me into a passionate kiss, pouring all his love and happiness in it.

“I love you so much.” he says, then he bends down, kisses gently my belly “And I also love you, my children.” I giggle and caress his soft hair.

He stood up and grab my hand “Come! Aradhel is going nuts. She almost punched Estë’s maiar in the face to try to get in and come see you.” I look to him with wide eyes “What?” he only chuckles and leads me out of the room.

As we were outside, Aredhel jumps into my arms, wrapping her arms around my shoulders “Oh Eru! Are you okay?” I chuckle and nod, noticing Turgon and Ecthelion walking towards us “Yes...well, we have some news.” I say a while looking to Glorfindel, who was smiling like a dork.

Aredhel push back and looks to us in confusion “News?” I nod and grab my husband's hand “We are going to be parents of twins!” my voice full of happiness and pride.

They all let out a gasp, “Oh Eru!! That’s wonderful news!” Aredhel squeals, jumping up and down. Ecthelion put his hand on Glorfindel’s shoulder and smirk “Let’s hope that they don’t have your face!” Glorfindel punches his shoulder and rolls his eyes “They will be beautiful like their mother!” he says a while looking at me with a proud smile.

Suddenly a roar sounded in the air, making us lookup. Drogon and the other dragons landed in front of us, I grin and walk towards them.

Drogon pushes his snout into my stomach and starts purring “Well, it seems that you know already.” I chuckle, stroking gently his warm scales.

The sound of someone clearing his throat grabbed our attention. I turn back and saw Aulë looking at me with a smile, with Manwë and Morgoth behind him “It’s good to see you better again!” he says. Glorfindel comes to my side and wraps his arm around my waist protective, his eyes glaring at Morgoth, who was looking at me with a strange look on his eyes.

“Yes! I’m much better now.” he nods and looks to Drogon “Lord Tyrion has explained to me the dragon glass. I know a way to forge weapons and armor for the battle!” I straight up with those words, “Your dragons are made with magic...so if they melt the iron with their fire, I could forge it into weapons that can kill those ice demons!” I stay silent for a moment, thinking of what he said. It could work...and we need this quick.

“Okay! When do you need them?” I ask. Aulë took a deep breath and look to the sky “Maybe tomorrow or the day after. I need to talk with the Noldor folk...They are the best in crafting and I need all the help I can have.” he says, smiling softly to me. I agreed and bow my head as they turn around and leave but I notice Morgoth looking back, giving me a wink “You need to tell the secret to make those beasts so tame!” as he said those words, my blood turn in liquid fire. Drogon lows his huge head so he was beside me and let out a warning growl, baring his sharp teeth to him “They are not beasts!...Also, a dragon cannot be tame, Morgoth!” my words full of venom. Manwë pulls roughly the chains “Stop it, Melkor!” he says to his brother, who was with a large smirk on his lips.

He bows dramatically to me “I’m so sorry, Lady Daenys!” he says sarcastically. Aulë grabs his arms and pulls him with them, taking him away from us.

I put my hand on Drogon’s neck and stroke softly, Glorfindel put his large hand on my cheek and rub his thumb gently on my brown skin “Don’t let him get you...he’s not worthy.” I nod and gave him a gentle smile “I know...”

When I turn back, I notice in the corner of my eye two redheads peeking through the bushes, staring in awe to the dragons. I hit softly my elbow on Glorfindel’s arm and motion with my head, he follows my gaze and shakes his head, “Hello Amrod and Amras!” I say with a teasing voice.

They shot from their place and look at me with an embarrassing look “Ahh.. Ah...Hello, Lady Daenys and Lord Glorfindel!” Amrod says quietly, looking around so his gaze not meeting mine.  

“May I help you with something?” I say with a silver eyebrow lifted. As Amras was about to answer, a rigid voice sounded behind them “Ambarussa! Where are you?” I move gaze to the side and saw Maedhros walking towards us.

As his gaze met mine, his eyes widened and he bows his head “I’m sorry, Lady Daenys! Did they cause any trouble?” he says a while giving glaring to the twins, who were with their head down. I smile and wave my hand “They didn’t cause any trouble. They just curious about my dragons, am I right?” I say calmly.

The twins nod, looking to their brother with innocent eyes “We just wanted to see them up close.” Amras says quietly.

Maedhros look to them suspiciously but nod “Hmm...Father is looking for you two. Go before he gets angry.” they nod and, as Maedhros and the twins were about to leave. I took a step forward “Ahh...Prince Maedhros! I would love to have your family over to a picnic tomorrow...and also the twins could meet probably my dragons if they want.” as I say the last words, the twin's eyes shined like bright stars.

Maedhros stayed silent, thinking for a moment. Then he looks to me, smiling for the first time “I will ask my father first but you can count us in tomorrow.” I smile brightly and nod. He bows his head “Thank you, Lady Daenys!” I could sense in his voice a little excitement “Your welcome, Prince Maedhros.” with that they turn back leave to their home.

Glorfindel looks to me confused “Why did you invite them?” I sigh and walk to Drogon, climbing to his back “Because I want to get to know them better...Everyone deserves a second chance.” he nods and sits behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist.

I grab the spikes of Drogon’s back and look over my shoulder “Let’s go for a ride?” he smirks and nods “Let’s go, my dragon Queen!” I smile and order Drogon to fly.  

Hey Guys!! New Chapter is here! Looks like Glorfindel is trill with the news 😂😂 I hope you like it and feel free to comment and tell me what you think!

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[joyfullynervouscreator]

A Walk down Memory Lane 8

The Dress

It draped around her, showing off her curves in a way that he probably ought to thank Moryo for at some point, but already knew he would forget to say. It didn’t matter, his brother would see it in the way he could not take his eyes off her, more than uncommonly clumsy when they all ate together, missing his mouth because he was too busy watching her.

The fabric stretched and flowed around the breasts that had grown heavier – and far more sensitive – as the seasons changed, outlining the bump that had at first been little more than a firmness he could feel when he pressed his palm against her body but was now akin to a slowly ripening fruit. Endlessly tempting, her body, round with their child, her skin glowing, and her hair even more silvery than usual, soft and full when he wrapped his hand in it, like liquid silk where it pooled on their sheets when he came home filled with forge-fire and she… she stoked it, that fire blazing between them, entirely too aware of the desperate way he wanted her these days, and more than willing to take advantage of it.

Of course, he was more than willing to let her, his joy in discovering her curves not at all diminished by the time that had passed since he had first touched them, slid his hands over her skin and heard her sigh out his name with her pleasure.

Intoxicating.

It was a thirst that could only be slaked by the both of them, together, in love, their passion fuelling the happiness of their growing son. He had never thought of it, before, how much he could love the feel of his hands gliding over the spot that held his son, sensing that tiny wisp of fëa reach out to touch his own in a fleeting caress – an ‘I am here’ that had changed everything the moment he had first felt it burst into life, sharing a moment of tearful joy with his wife, both of them curved protectively around their child who had just begun growing.

He was being sappy in love, and he knew it.

Knowing did not make him want her any less, of course, he thought ruefully, tearing his eyes away from the tempting slope of her breast in an attempt to focus on his grandfather speaking at the head of the table – or at least his plate – but knowing it was a futile endeavour as soon as he caught the way her eyes flashed down to his lap and back up, her sweet mouth curving in a smile aimed at Aredhel on the opposite side of the table.

Turning her head towards him, as though she knew what he was thinking, Telperína smiled slowly, closing her lips around her spoon, the tip of her tongue appearing to lick up a stray droplet. Curvo’s mouth felt dry, but licking his lips didn’t help. Part of him wanted to spirit her away, back to their rooms to make love to her, or just hold her, feel the small life growing inside her. The part that wanted to spend hours worshiping her for the gift she was giving him warred with the part of him that was beyond anxious to ensure that she ate enough for the both of them. Telperína’s smile grew, her green eyes sparkling at him; Curvo knew she knew what he was thinking, feeling her small fingers rub slowly across his thigh, drawing tiny circles in areas designed to light the embers that always seemed to smoulder beneath his skin, simply waiting for her touch to set the fire ablaze. Catching her fingers, he twined his own in between those slender digits, stilling her roving hand but not removing it from his thigh, curling his fingers beneath hers.

I want you, too, my love.

Her face didn’t change, but Telperína had always been more inscrutable when she was using ósanwë than Curvo had ever managed. He spluttered out the mouthful of soup he had just taken, squeezing her hand tightly.

Minx. He accused, watching her smile turn knowing, her fingertips making tiny rubbing motions over his thigh.

You love me.

Dinner dragged on interminably.

 Cornering her in the corridor leading away from the dining hall, Curufinwë caught his wife by the waist, leaving her in no doubt of her effect on him as his lips found her neck, homing in on the spot that always made her sigh, going soft in his arms. This time was no different; Telperína uttered a soft moan, pressing back against him and tilted her head to the side, lifting a hand to pull her hair over the opposite shoulder.

“My Curvo,” she murmured, his name ending in a gasp when his lips firmed against her skin, sucking a light bruise into being. Turning around, she sighed, kissing him eagerly and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“You are a tease, love,” he told her, pressing her against the wall and claimed her mouth again. Telperína whimpered slightly, pulling him closer still.

“You keep looking at me, Curvo,” she accused breathlessly, tangling her fingers in his hair when he moved down her throat, a soft moan spilling from her lips when he found that spot on her neck she liked him nibbling. Curvo smiled into her skin, running his hands down her body, curving around her backside – also plumper – and pulled her into his body, curving himself around the small bump between them.

“You invite my staring,” he muttered, losing the train of thought when she hitched one leg around his hip, rubbing herself against him and licking along the shell of his ear. Wrapping his calloused fingers around her buttocks, he lifted her easily, her other leg wrapping around him as he carried her down the corridor. “Temptress.” Telperína chuckled huskily, turning her full attention to the pointy ridge of his ear, nibbling softly as he tried to remain steady, her hands busy undoing the laces at his throat.

“I never claimed otherwise,” she whispered, snaking her fingers underneath the hem of his clothes, “and you’re just as tempting, to me.”

“Tell me we don’t have to return to the feast,” he begged, though he probably wouldn’t have turned around if she had told him they ought. Tyelpië just laughed, nipping at his ear and soothing the slight sting with her tongue.

Discovering the door to the room they shared in grandfather’s house, Curvo booted it open, pressing her up against the mosaic-tiled wall just beyond the doorway as he kicked it closed once more. Telperína gasped, shying away from the cool tiles, but leaned back against it in the next moment, surrendering to the pleasure of feeling his mouth on her breasts with a moan.

“Curvo,” she groaned, pressing his face into her chest, her legs locked tight around his waist. “I need you.”

Lifting his head, he took her mouth passionately, one hand tracing the flare of her hip, running down her thigh to find the bottom hem of the dress, tugging it up to discover the bare skin beneath.

“Good,” he murmured, pressing his own need into the apex of her thighs. Telperína hissed, her head falling back against the wall with a soft thud as he pulled the hem up over her waist. Her clever fingers had undone the lacing of his trousers at some point, leaving them gaping at the hip, and she pushed them down with the foot that skimmed his arse. Green eyes sparkling at him, she dared him to comment. Curufinwë chuckled into her mouth, stealing that first sound of pleasure she always made when he first entered her in a gentle kiss.

The coupling did not remain gentle; for that, she had teased him too long, and her body was too slick and ready for him. Curufinwë hissed lightly, thrusting into what he thought must be the greatest pleasure imaginable, his forehead meeting the wall above her shoulder with a groan. Telperína’s lips returned to his ear, whispering things that were equal parts loving and lewd.

Curvo smirked, turning his head to suck kiss-shaped bruises into her neck, marking the spot that made her keen and clench around him in deep purple. Tyelpië’s foot pushed insistently against his arse, even as her words were reduced to moans and small gasps of pleasure. Curvo sped up his thrusts until her head was bouncing against the palm he put between it and the hard tile of the wall with every move he made.

“I love you,” she whispered into his mouth; the meeting of lips was less a kiss than a shared panting of breath, chasing the peak of pleasure together. Pincing her arse, Curufinwë laughed happily, pushing aside the fabric that hid her from view long enough to let his clever fingers play over her slick flesh, catching the bead of her flower between two digits and plying it skilfully.

Telperína panted in his ear, her fingers leaving marks on his shoulder as she tightened almost unbearably around him, reaching the peak with a shuddering cry of his name. Pride filled him, spurring him on until the clenching movements of her inner walls were suddenly too much. Stifling his groan against her breast, giving her a small nip that made her shudder and clench around him once more, Curvo lost control, exploding in starlight.

He felt her soft fingers teasing along his scalp, slowly bringing him down from the heights of pleasure. Her body still quivered rhythmically around him, more than enough to make him hiss at the almost painful pleasure of it. Lifting his head, he sought her mouth blindly, sharing a kiss that felt nearly desperate.

“I love you, my Tyelpië,” he murmured, returning to his own mind at last, feeling the joy of her fëa twined with his, the pleasure they had shared making the bond glow. Telperína smiled, leaning back against the wall with a soft smirk on her face.

“I love you, Curvo,” she said, pressing a kiss against his nose. Hissing softly when he slipped from her body, she brought her legs back down to the floor, looking up at him with those green eyes he adored so much. For a moment, he simply held her, feeling his heart slow down as he kissed her gently, slowly, his hands roaming over her skin without purpose. Telperína sighed into his mouth, hugging him tight. Feeling the tiny fëa brush against him with a content air, Curvo smiled, stealing another kiss. Telperína chuckled. “Let’s stay here all night,” she whispered softly, “I have no desire to listen to your Atar sniping at his brothers.” Curvo nodded. Drawing the dress down her arms to pool at her feet, he knelt, pressing a kiss against her tiny belly.

“As my lady commands,” he said, giving her a cheeky wink that made her laugh again and swept her off her feet. Telperína laughed, pulling him down for a kiss as he carried her to bed.

They both fell asleep, curled up naked together, the small bump of their son between them, protected – and loved – by his parents.

[kendrixtermina]

Very much what you said, but another reason why this annoys me because it’s basically the suburban US american stereotypes of the strict father who bullies the musical or nerdy son but while jerk parents are the same anywhere this particular trope is very much rooted in a specific culture. See “Is he gay or european” - it’s a bit of a failure of imagination and to really try to picture a different magical world in the distant past or at least to consider context. 

This is on all accounts a society where artistic and scholarly pursuits are widely respected. Art, science and aesthetics are basically what the elves do.  Half the badass people can sing, most the loremasters and poets are also warriors. We see, say, Finrod and Fingon randomly pulling out harps at any point

We’re even told that poetry and hunting are even explicitly considered manly pursuits. - (So by the standards of their own culture Maglor is actually a manly man, whereas for example Nerdanel, Aredhel read as somewhat tomboyish, Galadriel’s somewhere in the middle, and Elrond and Aragorn being healers is a bit unusual/remarkable; In all these cases it tells us something about their personalities, values and inclinations that they went out of their way to pursue such interests, simply because it’s not the path of least resistance - for example that Aredhel is very freedom-loving, that Galadriel is unusually tough, or that for all their badassery Elrond and Aragorn value the protection and preservation of life more than power.)

Feanor definitely had some flaws as a parent - He explicitly married Nerdanel cause she was indepedent-minded and certainly promotes that value in his speeches, yet he undermined himself with his defensive, for-us-or-against-us attitude such that his kids essentially grew up to be the sort to follow him off a cliff out of loyalty. He didn’t always live what he preached, basically - he is also not very considerate even with the few peeps he actually lets in and cares about. 

There was defs an expectation of loyalty (”You must all keep up the antiquated speech circus”), and he rewarded following on his footsteps (see: Curufin)

But Maglor was literally the best musician on the continent. Daeron exists, but he’s in Doriath across the sea. And he’s one of the Teleri,who are generally known to be good at music. Maglor is an exceptional anomaly. Of all his brother’s he’s the one who is also “the best” at something (or very nearly so) Celegorm, also, would’ve been considered very accomplished. Orome probably doesn’t take just anyone into his order of huntsmen, it was probably considered a big honor, like being a sort of holy knight. They’re both accomplished in things that their society values. In other words: Supreme bragging rights. 

In the USA analogy while Maglor might objectively have more in common with the sensitive musical theater kid, socially he and Celegorm would be more like the star football player or successful enterpreneur. 

Feanor wouldn’t disapprove - he’d brag. All the time. Obnoxiously. Especially anytime Fingolfin so much as mentions his own kids. The kids in question largely get along and wish Feanor would stop making it all into a competition. Finarfin would probably “win” on account of Finrod and Galadriel but feels no need to rub their accomplishments into anyone’s face.  Rinse and repeat once Idril, Celebrimbor and Orodreth are born. 

I really don’t connect with the idea of Fëanor being solely obssessed with smithwork and gemwork and scorning Maglor’s or Celegorm’s pursuits.

Fëanor is interested in everything. He’s the ultimate polymath. He’s a Renaissance Man tens of thousands of years before the Renaissance.

Music? He’s interested. Art? He’s interested. Linguistics? He invented an improved form of writing. Geography? He’s exploring (and likely mapping) the entirety of Valinor while everyone else is sitting in Tirion. Technnology? He invented Google Maps + Skype as a side project. Biology, chemistry, physic, geology, all yes. History, absolutely, especially about the Great Journey and Middle-earth. Basically, if it exists and isn’t another person, Fëanor is an expert on it and has probably made some signficant contibution to the literature on it.

Celegorm can talk to animals? That’s a fascinating avenue for research! There’s so much to ask them! Though he and Celegorm probably have different ideas on what to ask.

Young Celegorm: *conversation with squirrel*

Fëanor: How is their language constructed? Can you break that down for me by phoneme?

Young Celegorm: Dunno, but he says there’s loads of hazelnuts over in the next copse.

Fëanor: Yes, but which of the chittering noises meant “hazlenuts”? How do they signify direction? Do they have prepositions?

Young Celegorm: *shrugs* There’s also a good grove of walnuts a half-kilometer north.

Fëanor: Fascinating! So are you translating it as ‘north’ or is he saying ‘north’? Can they identify cardinal directions?

Young Celegorm: ...it doesn’t really work that way. I don’t translate, I just understand them. So, d’you want to pick nuts?

*goes off to pick nuts*

Fëanor: *remains frustratedly ignorant of squirrel linguistics*

[lordsofhimlad]

iwillgoalone

Aredhel smiled a little, she’d quite forgotten how careful and clever her cousin was, and was grateful he had such skill of mind within him that he kept his distance and seemed to be more willing to help her with her wounds than to pry. She nodded ever so slightly, an unusual welling of some form of emotion making her almost weep in happiness. Relief. That was it. “It would be most welcome, Curvo.” She replied, wiping at the water which had gathered in her eyes, forcing herself to refrain from tears. “Lómion doesn’t like to see them, he’d be grateful if they went away faster.” As would she, the dull throb in her cheek was never fun. Twirling a long curl about her finger she spoke again. “He might come for me, you know. Lómion said he’s been having visions of it, and I’m prone to believe him. If he does…” she trailed off. What would she do if he did? Leave? Given how her cousins were there was probably no safer place in Beleriand, besides that she was still so unsure of how Turgon would react to her presence once more. So she left it unsaid, leaned further into her chair before she sighed. “Nevermind, I lost my line of thought.”

    “Should he come then I assure you that I shall personally greet him. It would be most remiss of us should it not be either Tyelcormo or myself that meets with him upon his arrival.” Curufin felt a small thrill at the thought of her ‘husband’ walking right to them. If Celegorm was the one to welcome the Avarin Lord then he may make it through the doors, but not much further.

    “I shall see it done, it would be far better for those to be cared for than for you continuing to sit there in pain. I can also get some clean water for cleaning that lip of yours.”

     Turning he went to one of the shelves lining the walls. Opening one of the drawers there he dug through it until he found the jar he was looking for. Picking it up he walked back to where she was sitting. Crouching he opened the jar and dipped his fingers into the mixture. Slowly, giving her time to stop him if she wished, he touched her face over the bruises carefully rubbing the liniment over the skin.

     “Macalaure would welcome you, as would any of our family should you wish to turn elsewhere. Though I am sure that Macalaure would try to turn you elsewhere with your safety in mind, his lands are the least safe of my brothers’, and Maitimo’s are likely the safest.”