Category: morifinwë

 So here they come. Brothers…

Maedhros
Maglor
Caranthir

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Celegorm, Caranthir, Curufin

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But Dior returned no answer to the sons of Fëanor; and Celegorm stirred up his brothers to prepare an assault upon Doriath.

― Silmarillion, J.R.R.Tolkien

Celegorm, Caranthir, Curufin 

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They came at unawares and fought with Dior in the Thousand Caves; and so befell the second slaying of Elf by Elf.

― Silmarillion, J.R.R.Tolkien

Caranthir

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“But Caranthir, who loved not the sons of Finarfin, and was the harshest of the brothers and the most quick to anger, cried aloud: ‘Yea more! Let not the sons of Finarfin run hither and thither with their tales to this Dark Elf in his caves! Who made them our spokesmen to deal with him? And though they be come indeed to Beleriand, let them not so swiftly forget that their father is a lord of the Noldor, though their mother be of other kin.’ Then Angrod was wrathful and went forth from the council.”

― Silmarillion, J.R.R.Tolkien 

Caranthir the Dark

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“Are you hungry?” he asked, padding closer. “I have a secret stash of bread and cheese that I’m willing to share.”
Maitimo blinked. “Thank you, I’m not hungry, but –”
“No,” Carnistiry sad pensively, sitting down on the mattress; Maitimo could see now that he had been carrying the bread and cheese he had spoken of in his shirt, along with a knife. “No, I suppose hungry is not the word. Famished is more like it. I could count your bones this afternoon. At least they’re still all there, except -" © The tempered steel by Lyra

Maedhros, Caranthir
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“Did I make much noise? I am sorry if I woke you.”
“You made no noise, and you did not wake me. I often lie awake at night. I just thought something was wrong.”
“Oh,” said Maitimo. His first impulse was to assure his brother that nothing was wrong at all, to tell him not to worry and to send him back to bed. Then he thought better of it. He had been quite good at boasting or telling fibs to his younger brothers, and for the most part they had believed him – but Moryo had always known. Moryo (and, of course, their father) had never fallen even for the most masterfully constructed lie. There seemed little point in lying to him now. © The tempered steel by Lyra

MaedhrosCaranthir 
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