Celegorm barely seems to notice, wrapped up in his own sentiments, which he was happy to loudly communicate. "It's no wonder you were always such a terrible hunter, always so loud-- almost as loud as Curufin, charging off hither and thither with no concern for what's around you. Head more full of music than sense."

The vitriol of his words faded as he picked himself up, dusting off his neat clothing. Rolling his eyes, he offered a hand down to his brother. And then squinted at his face.

"... what? What's wrong?"