“Aredhel! Aredhel! Watch this!” Curufin sped his horse towards the hedges, leaping clear over with the beast barely clipping the leaves.
Celegorm rode back around, giving those who were applauding an incredulous look. “That impresses you?” And before waiting for an answer, galloped away, only to return at a greater speed. He headed right towards his brother, and Curufin instinctively covered his head with his arms as his brother fearlessly pushed his stallion to jump over Curufin and his horse.
Maedhros nudged his mount sideways in order to speak to Aredhel as everyone else laughed at Celegorm’s smugness and Curufin’s curses. “Do you ever get tired of watching them curry your favor?”
“Rogues, all of you,” answered Aredhel as Maglor attempted to best his brothers.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Aredhel, sons of Feanor