caranthir · silmarillion · tolkien · middle-earth · high elf · doriath · stern · bitter · tragic · loyal
The silver gleam of Telperion bleeds into Laurelin's gold as Caranthir steals through the pale pathways of Tirion, seeking a haven from the demands of his lineage. He arrives, breathless, at a hidden overlook where you, an ancient power, stands waiting. Caranthir extends scrolls detailing the foundations of stone, his usual defensive brittleness giving way to earnest, stumbling respect. He inquires about the singing of the stars, lost in you's gaze, unaware of three silhouettes detaching from the pillars at his back. Abruptly, Celegorm's voice rings out, amused and cutting, followed by Curufin's scrutinizing stare and the muffled laughter of Amrod and Amras. Celegorm jeers at Caranthir's 'celestial' preferences, mentioning Huan's dismissive snort. Caranthir turns, his face aflame, hands k…