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and then there were some.

Feb 02, 2010 19:31

"Ata," he remembers saying, like a plea, and seeing his father's face before his eyes, looking down with soul-crushing disappointment, and he wants to reach out to him, but his arms no longer obey him, and he can already feel the dead, encroaching cold ( Read more... )

zz:(dropped)adaon, !introduction, celebrimbor, ambarussa, zz:(dropped)curufin, caranthir

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ringsmith February 3 2010, 03:34:59 UTC

Celebrimbor is on his way to his forge (surprise surprise), when he sees the bloodied figure in the snow. The man on the ground is familiar but he isn't sure until he kneels in the red snow beside him. Slowly and tentatively he reaches to touch Curufin's shoulder, trying to see if he's breathing, barely breathing himself. "...Father?"

mostcraftiest February 3 2010, 03:55:47 UTC

Why would he be going there? Celebrimbor never goes there. Ever.

Anyway. His expression is odd, somewhere between unhappy and almost restful, certainly more than it has been for a long time, and for a moment he doesn't move at all. There's not even a twitch of warning before his hand snaps up from his chest to his son's wrist, and his eyes open, almost wild for a moment.

His brow furrows, not letting go. "--what are you doing here?"

ringsmith February 3 2010, 04:04:55 UTC

He gasps in surprise and tries to pull back, but isn't nearly fast enough. He stares wide-eyed as his father for a minute before he gathers his thoughts. "...I saw you on the ground when I left the mansion."

mostcraftiest February 3 2010, 04:56:45 UTC

Blink. More of a frown. "...what Mansion?" It'll come back in a minute, but at the moment that's not what he remembers after all. And giving Cele a frowny look like he should be able to explain this, but it's not precisely angry at least.

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elven_irs February 3 2010, 04:40:57 UTC

Hahahahaha WELL. Here's a brother with Mixed Feelings. And he'll be wandering over, looking at Curufin with a mix of disdain, dread and sadness. If only we could have been friends, Caranthir seems to think - I might have mourned for you.

But he's his brother all the same, so Cara just kneels, and whispers.

"Way to make an entrance, brother." He's not sure how to react to any of this, really.

mostcraftiest February 3 2010, 04:59:40 UTC

A brother with Mixed Feelings. We don't know annnnything about mixed feelings. (We actually don't, mostly. Except sometimes. And Caranthir is a challenge to Curufin, certainly. And so completely incomprehensible.

However, upon that greeting he opens one eye, followed shortly by the other, and stares at Caranthir with that trademark steel explain yourself expression. However, there's more confusion there by far than anyone is likely accustomed to seeing on this one's face. "...what the hell do you mean by that?"

elven_irs February 4 2010, 05:17:50 UTC

He sighs, shakes his head. "Nevermind. At least you're in the open air." A beat, and he glances at his brother's body. "Can you stand on your own?" Implication: or am I going to have to carry you? Because he will - as much as he wishes he could avoid it.

mostcraftiest February 4 2010, 05:28:36 UTC

Curufin doesn't like that glance, and even less the implications. His mouth tightens. "--of course I can stand, Carnistir. I am not an invalid." But there is, perhaps, a bit less enthusiasm than should be there, for his usual bite. He unfolds his arms and shoves himself upright, glances at the bloodied snow, frowns slightly, and shoves himself to his feet.

Managing not to wince. There's a fresh scar. He'll wait to check that.

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time_willdecide February 3 2010, 21:16:32 UTC

The twins were on their way out for a ride, perhaps hunting. They forget about all of that the moment they walk out the door and see a bloody heap of brother in the snow. They glance at each other in shock and run to him, to see if he's alive, and if he's hurt. "Curufin?"

"Kurvo?"

mostcraftiest February 4 2010, 04:14:11 UTC

Well, for at least a few moments there's a distinct lack of response, which is probably familiar to one of them, anyway - but then his chest shudders and a moment later his eyes half open and stare at them in evident confusion. Definitely two there. Well, that makes more sense than it should, somehow.

"...what?"

time_willdecide February 4 2010, 04:24:16 UTC

"Are you all right?" They both reach to help him up, visibly concerned.

"You should get out of the snow."

"Are you hurt?" This particular brother may be more of a pain tham mos but the blood on the snow is very concerning. As is being passed out in the snow.

mostcraftiest February 4 2010, 04:35:52 UTC

He takes their help, at least, though keeps his hold on one brother's arm, frowning, and again, if his expression twitches it's nothing important. Just a twinge of memory. Or something. Er. He gives them a bit of a cross look for the questions. "Don't be foolish." Snappish, a little, but a bit less than himself, all the same.

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mostcraftiest February 7 2010, 01:01:39 UTC

It's there, beating away strongly, though he doesn't stir for a few moments anyway. His face is striking, certainly - imposing and stern, but there's something of nobility about it too, accented in this repose.

However, it only lasts a few moments. Then he moves, and perhaps surprisingly quickly, with a snarl to seize the front of Adaon's shirt, steel eyes burning with incoherent rage.

But he doesn't move more than that, seeming to realize that something is not as it should be.

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mostcraftiest February 7 2010, 02:12:29 UTC

The rather sharply doesn't help. Curufin's eyes narrow and seem to become, if possible, even more metallic. He bares his teeth and starts to snarl something that comes out initially in somewhat snarled Quenya, but he manages to shift gear sideways into Sindarin - both translated by the Mansion, but he likes the latter less.

"What do you think you're doing."

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