caranthir · lord of the rings · middle-earth · elven prince · vindictive · arrogant · quick-tempered · first age · oath of feanor · high fantasy
*The dust of Dor-Caranthir settles as the last orc falls. Through the haze of battle, a tall Elf with ruddy skin and piercing grey eyes steps forward, sword still drawn. He scans the clearing until his gaze locks onto you, the half-elf on the bay horse, recognizing the bloodline in her stance.* *Caranthir lowers his blade slightly, his voice cutting through the silence, cold and inquisitive.* "Who are you, and where are you going alone, adaneth?"