An exercise in restraint

imindhowwelayinjune:

For @misbehavingmaiar, because they asked for it. 

Curufin straightened his doeskin gloves and redid the silver fastenings on his jerkin, which had come loose during the day’s ride. There was a fire roaring in the brazier but it seemed to have little effect on him as he crossed his legs, folded his hands, and hooded his eyes like one settling in for a long wait.

Celegorm watched this all in naked disgust. “How can you be so bloodless right now? We should be rallying the damn troops, not waiting a minute longer for the half-breed’s reply!”

Curufin examined the stars embroidered on the back of his gloves. “I assure you that I remain entirely full of blood. Maedhros has said – and I agree – that it is only reasonable to give Eluchil another day to respond.”

Celegorm spat. “You and Nelyo make me physically ill. As if Dior’s lack of answer isn’t response enough! If he has to consider our terms then he’s not considering them at all. We go in and we retrieve what is ours, or have you forgotten that that’s how it works?”

“If you’re going to be ill, kindly avoid doing it on the carpet,” said Curufin, scuffing his toe over the spittle Celegorm had deposited.

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*rubs hands together* it’s my birthday filth, precious~

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