“One of these days, Caranthir is going to say the wrong thing to the wrong person, and we will not be around to defend his ass.” Curufin was sitting on the balcony beside Celegorm, reflecting on the day.
Celegorm smiled. “Maybe. Maybe he knows not to say the things he says when he does not have us around to back him up. I remember once, when I was near my majority and he was still an elfling, I asked Nana why his face was so red when he got angry and she said all the color from his would-be red hair had drained down to his cheeks.”
“That explains his black tresses, but what about your fair hair?” wondered Curufin.
“What about it?” growled Celegorm.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Celegorm, Curufin re: Caranthir